Gemini (15 page)

They were in her room now. Clay kicked the door shut behind him and left the lights off. He took her right to the bed and down, shadows there broken by the streetlamps from outside. He lay fully on top of her and had her mouth again.

“Did you fuck Jace?” he asked between kisses.

“No,” she said.

“He wants you.”

“Yes.”

“Why is he waiting?”

“He thinks—” She had trouble finishing her sentence. Yes, his mouth was on hers with quick, taking kisses that involved tongue and teeth and spit. But also, he had her breast in one hand, rubbing her nipple into a tight peak, and his other hand up under her skirt, cupping her ass. He’d settled himself between her legs and the hard bulge of his cock was rubbing her just where she needed it. “Um. He thinks it’s not me…not like me, to be with three men.”

Clay murmured something in her ear about Jace’s loss. Already, it was hard to catch her breath, to keep her thoughts clear. “That feels good.”

“What?” he breathed, his voice muffled as he kissed her neck. He worked his fingers into her blouse, under her bra so he could tweak her nipple. “This?” he asked. His other hand moved from her ass, and he lifted from her enough that he got his thumb to her clit. “Or this?”

She moaned, hot and needy so quickly that she thought she might explode. “All of it. You. You, Clay. You feel so good.”

“I’m so not done with you, Gem.” He tugged roughly, here, and there, and
there
, until one breast was bare and in his hand, and her thong was tugged to the side to the side so her cunt was exposed, and his pants were open and his cock was pressing…“I’m not fucking done, Gem. And I don’t think I’m going to be.”

He held himself, rubbing his cock at her opening, pressing in, just teasing…

“Christ. You have me so hot. I fucking want to pound into you.”

“Clay.” That was exactly what she wanted, too.

“Are you wet for me? Gemmy, is your pussy wet?”

He knew she was. She’d felt him slick himself with her juices. “Clay!”

“What, baby? What do you want?” He slid into her, just enough to stretch her around that big cockhead, just enough to add a little wicked edge of fear to her need.

“Fuck me, Clay!” But he didn’t need to. She was doing it herself, fucking herself onto that huge cock, sliding herself along his whole length, feeling the stretch and pull as he invaded her, as her body gave in to him. “Oh. Oh. Yes. You’re inside me. You’re—oh!”

He wasn’t one to leave it to her. He huddled up over her, shoving his knees under her so she rode up his thighs, pressed open and vulnerable. He kept one hand at her breast, thumb and finger clenching her distended, achy nipple. His mouth latched at her neck, his teeth, taking hold of her in the most feral way. And he moved his other hand so two fingers pressed at her anus. “I have you.”

“Yes.” She rocked, seeking more, but he had her contained now, under his control, his dominion. “Clay.”

“I have you and you’re mine.”

“Yes. Yes, Clay. Please!” She couldn’t move, but she squeezed him, aching for him to fuck her.

He growled in response. “Jesus. Don’t do that. Unless you want me to—”

He pulled back once and then slammed into her, rending her. “Yes! Yes! That’s what I want.”

On a wild roar, he let loose. He dug in with his knees and corralled her with his every grip on and in her, and fucked her. He gave her deep, tearing thrusts, so hard and strong she felt rent. His fingers twisted and tugged at her nipple, and reamed and worked at her ass. His mouth and teeth held her at her neck, hard suction that would leave a bruise.

“Oh! Oh! Ahh!” Gemini’s arms dropped to the bed, her legs fallen open as though she totally offered herself up, a sacrifice to the storm of his passion. She gave over to it, lost to the overwhelming stimulation of it, to the madness of this taking.

It felt like he fucked her forever. She came, crying out, shuddering and wailing, but that didn’t stop him. He just growled and fucked her harder, shoved his fingers deeper into her, and told her with crude words that she wasn’t done. Unrelenting, he drove her up again, cursing as he tore into her, demanding more.

A rough grunt accompanied each thrust now and he cursed out his instructions. “Take it, dammit. Take more. Fucking come. Again, baby. Again.”

Given over, in his power, she had no capacity to resist. She convulsed, wracking in his arms, her consciousness splintered. Howling out in exquisite, explosive pleasure, she came, and came apart.

With just the barest awareness, she heard his own savage growls, knew it as he collapsed on top of her with his final, uncontrolled thrusts, and felt the hot spurts of his cum deep inside her.

He clutched around her, his hoarse moans sounding almost pained as he emptied himself into her.

“Jesus. Jesus.” He covered her, his big hand tucking her head into his shoulder so their breath was shared. “Baby. Gem.”

In a little while, he lifted off of her and moved to her side. But he still held her, keeping her close against him, and rocked her.

It was another while before their breathing slowed. Finally, he lifted enough so he could see her. He took a hand to brush the hair back out of her face.

“That doesn’t seem like I’m done, does it?”

She smiled at the sweet humor in his eyes and the bone-deep satisfaction. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

“You know, I think I love you, Gemini.”

“You know, I think you do.”

He grinned and rolled them a couple times until he had her tucked in under the covers, and into him.

* * * *

Clay held Gemini into the dark, and probably dozed a little himself. She’d fallen right off to sleep, to any man’s mind a sign that he’d done right by his woman.

But he was aware when Quinn came up the stairs.

He knew that Quinn had reinforced the floor that separated the bar from his apartment in order to deaden the noise on the rare nights he didn’t work to closing himself. Which was a good thing, as it worked both ways, and so the folks below probably hadn’t heard Gemini scream her head off. Or his own, totally manly growls as he’d blasted out that best-ever-bar-none amazing orgasm.

As it was, a table or two of patrons may have had to brush chips of plaster off their dinners or fish them out of their drinks.

He grinned at the thought, a man well-pleased and justifiably proud,
damn it
.

He knew where Quinn was, though—had heard him grab a beer or a water from the fridge and slide open the door to the deck. So he did the right thing and pulled himself out of the bed.

All he had to do was tuck his dick back into his pants and zip up, because that was as far undone as he’d gotten. He hadn’t even kicked his shoes off, and he took that as a testament to the way he’d lit the powder keg of Gemini’s passion. He’d never known a woman who wouldn’t stop whatever he was doing to her to bitch about his shoes on her bed.

He took a look at her—his woman, by God—and realized she’d done only a little better. Her shoes were off—one thrown to either side of the bed. He must have done that at some point, but he didn’t remember it. Her blouse was torn open—he did remember that, her skirt was twisted up around her waist, and it looked like the wedgie her panties were giving her would be uncomfortable by morning.

So, before he left her, he rolled her around a bit to get her undressed. He’d fucked her so far out, she did little more than murmur a small objection as he disturbed her. Then he tucked her back in under the blankets and pressed a kiss to her temple. He hoped both she and his buddy Quinn appreciated that he ignored the twinge in his dick that urged him to take one more go at her.

He took a beer from the fridge for himself, pried the top off, and went out to the deck. He passed Quinn there in the chaise and propped his ass on the rail facing him. There was enough light to know Quinn was watching him as he took a long pull on the IPA. Then there was quiet for a minute as Clay sighed out his satisfaction and studied the stars.

Quinn spoke first. “I thought you might be done with her.”

Yeah
, he’d been getting that a lot. He took another draw on his beer. “I’m not done.”

“You don’t often go back for seconds.”

Clay set the bottle down and gripped the deck rail hard. He probably shouldn’t slug his buddy for speaking the truth. “I suppose you’re right. But this is Gemini we’re talking about, isn’t it?”

“Shit,” Quinn said. “You’re in love with her. You haven’t admitted that to her yet, have you?”

Now he needed his beer again, but he figured it still wasn’t safe to let go of the rail. “I mighta mentioned it. In the heat of things.” Damned if he’d admit he’d been nothing but clear in his mind when he’d spoken those words.

“Did she mention anything back?”

Fuck
. Had she? He thought about it and realized she hadn’t said the words. She’d just agreed with him that he was in love with her. The little bitch. If he didn’t feel compelled to work this deal out with Quinn, he’d march right in there and force her to admit the truth. He’d fuck it out of her if he had to. And enjoy doing it, by God. “Uh, not in so many words.”

Quinn had his knee bent up, his hand with his near-empty resting on it, and Clay could see that he mostly held back a chuckle.

“She loves me.” Clay could hear the pout in that himself and swore as Quinn laughed out loud. “She does.”

Then Quinn sighed. “Yeah, I expect she does.”

“I’ll bet you got her to say it to you, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah.” Quinn grinned, maybe not aware of how close he was to a pounding.

Clay rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at the stars. Quinn was a good man, very likely the best of the three of them. If any of them deserved Gemini, if any should have her, it was probably Quinn. “You know you’re my brother, man. I’d lay my life down for you. But I can’t give her up for you. I probably should, but I can’t.”

Quinn got up and came and stood beside him, facing the mountains beyond the deck. “I’m not asking you to do that, Clay.”

“If she chooses you, I’ll back off. I swear I will. But I think I’ll want her every day of my life. And if you kick it, I’ll be nailing her before you’re cold in the ground.”

Quinn let out a little heh-heh that somehow signaled wry acceptance. Then they were both quiet. After a long while, Quinn turned so they were both propped ass against the rail with gazes focused beyond the glass door to where their woman slept. “There’s no more reason you should give her up for me than I should give her up for you. And my guess is, Jace isn’t going to hold out against her past tomorrow. This is unchartered territory, man. I think we just need to wait and see how it works itself out.”

“She said Jace told her this wasn’t like her, to give herself to three men.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of a surprise, isn’t it? But really, I’m not complaining. And I’m not going to say no to what she’s willing to give me, whatever it is. If she wants to share herself with you and Jace, I’ll accept it.”

“You know, if it were anyone else besides you two with designs on my woman, I’d be doing some damage.”

Quinn nodded. “I get that. Totally.”

Clay heaved one last sigh. “I’m headed home. I’ve got second shift tomorrow. Maybe I’ll come by in the morning.”

“You know where to find us.”

Yeah
. Clay figured he did.

* * * *

Quinn watched Clay go, pretty certain there was a hitch in his buddy’s step before he headed downstairs. Pretty sure that reflected a consideration on Clay’s part to turn back to Gemini’s bedroom and lay claim to the girl by virtue of possession.

But he was gone, and Quinn had his own urge to lay claim. So he gathered the empties and shut down the lights and headed in to his woman.

She was out, well-tucked in and curled onto her side in the middle of the bed. He shucked his clothes and crawled in with her, nudging her over a bit to make room. She turned and curved into his body.

“Clay?”

“No. It’s Quinn.”

She burrowed her face into his shoulder and breathed him in. “Oh. Quinn.” She kissed his skin. “I love you.”

He smiled and held her against him as he rolled to his back, fully content.

Bright sun lit her room when he woke again. He lifted a lid as he felt Gemini creep out of the bed and got a view of her sweet ass as she left the room. When he heard the shower running, he leapt up and took a whiz off the deck. It wasn’t a thing he did often, but sometimes the circumstances called for it. He always took a good look around for obvious observers before he did it. If old Mrs. Konik across the way was peeking from behind her curtains, well, that was on her. If she didn’t want to see his dick, she shouldn’t look.

He hightailed it back to Gem’s bed and played possum until she tiptoed in. She climbed back into bed with him, skin all warm and scented from her shower.

He took her right into his arms. “Good mornin’, sweetheart.”

She smiled and lifted her face to his for his kiss. “Good morning.”

Making more of the kiss, he leaned into her. “You smell good.”

She murmured and ran her fingers into his hair, stroking his scalp.

“And taste good.” He tucked her closer, sliding his hand along her back from her shoulders to her hip. “And feel good.”

She was so warm and soft and sweet. His dick was hard and eager between their bodies. Apparently, she noticed, because she arched a little, letting him rut against her smooth, toned belly.

“Now
that
,” he said, “is
very
good.”

Gemini smiled again and held his head in her hands as she gazed into his eyes and then lifted up for another kiss. “This is all very good,” she said.

“How about this?” he asked. He slid his hand up her ribcage, then brought it forward to cover her breast. Watching her, he stroked his thumb over her nipple until it tightened. Her eyes darkened.

“That’s all right,” she said.

He leaned further into her and shoved a knee up between her legs. He flicked his nail over her, treating the nipple a little more roughly. “‘All right’?”