Melt Into You (33 page)

“Lean forward, pet,” Jace whispered. “I need to be inside you.”

She followed his directive, bracing her elbows on each side of Andre. Andre stilled his hip motion and lifted his head to catch her lips in a long, sensual kiss. His finger continued to stroke along her slick folds, grazing her clit each time, tightening the coil of need low in her belly again.

Jace’s palm pressed against the base of her spine and she felt the wiggle of the plug. She sucked in a breath and in one quick second, Jace had slid it out of her. She whimpered into Andre’s kiss, the ripple of pleasure followed by the strange ache of emptiness it left.

Cool liquid slid along her back opening and Jace dipped his fingers inside her, spreading the lubricant. Andre increased the pace of his stroking, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, but not quite there. Making things that would probably feel uncomfortable under normal circumstances feel unbearably fantastic.

“Okay, baby,” Jace said, his voice as smooth as glass. “Just relax and let me in. Push against me.”

Andre deepened their kiss, keeping her muscles like putty, and she focused on not tensing. She didn’t want to undo the work the plug had probably done for her. The blunt head of Jace’s cock pressed against her opening, feeling impossibly huge, but she did as she was told and pushed against him.

Oh!
The ring of muscles seemed to fight against the invasion, and pain/pressure mixed in with the pleasure of Andre’s continuous attention between her legs. She blew out a breath and pressed back against Jace again. The head of his cock breached the resistant ring and then slid in, her body giving up and opening to Jace.

But he wasn’t all the way in. Another thrust and her body seemed to stretch to capacity. Their cocks pressed against each other through the thin wall separating the spaces. Filling her. Making her gasp. They were both inside her, taking everything she had to give them.

Jace groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “You feel so goddamned good, baby. Jesus.”

She pulled away from Andre’s kiss, her senses on overload. She couldn’t move, her body pinned between the two of them. But she also couldn’t stay still. The energy building inside her looking for a way out. “Please.”

Andre pinched her clit and she cried out. “Please what,
bella
? You okay?”

“Please move,” she panted. “Please. Fuck me.”

One of Jace’s hands tracked up her belly, palmed her breast, caressed it. “Baby, don’t worry, we’re going to fuck you. Very thoroughly. But why rush?”

A pitiful, unintelligible plea passed her lips. She wouldn’t survive if they dragged this out. Her blood had already turned molten beneath her skin.

Andre smiled and drew his hips back, sliding along her sensitive tissues and brushing along the pressure of Jace’s cock. Then, as soon as he plunged back deep, Jace eased back in a perfectly timed alternating motion. Slow and steady, the glide of the two men inside her enough to shove her to the brink of madness.

Her nails dug into the sheets. She couldn’t help or control the pace no matter how much she attempted to. All she could do was take it how they wanted to give it. If they wanted to drag it out for the next hour, she was at their mercy. But God, if they did that she may never recover.

Her soft pants became moans. “I can’t. I need. Faster.”

“You want us to fuck you hard, pet?” Jace asked.

“Yes, sir. Please. I’m begging you.”

Jace’s grip on her hips turned bruising and Andre’s tucked something between their bodies and against her clit. It buzzed.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Blinding darts of pleasure shot through her and she yelped. Andre’s hands tangled in her hair, and the pace of the two men’s thrusts turned relentless.

Her body electrified as every molecule pulsed with a sanity-threatening energy. The sounds bursting from her no longer felt as if they were a part of her. The boys pistoned into her, their own male grunts and groans mixing into the soundtrack of skin smacking skin and unadulterated sex.

Sweat dripped from her as she fought to stave off her orgasm, but it was like trying to fend off a pack of lions with a twig. The sensation of being taken so fully—two cocks, Jace’s and Andre’s hard bodies surrounding her—and the insistent hum of the vibrator against her clit all coalesced into a volcanic mass inside her.

“Go ahead,
bella
,” Andre said, his own voice strained. “Go over with us.”

The words blew the top off her mountain. Her back bowed and a guttural scream raked over her throat and exploded out of her. Pleasure, edgy and intense and absolutely maddening, lifted her to some other plane where nothing else existed but the three of them. The screams went on loud and long as she came so hard her bones seemed to rattle with the power of it.

Andre’s own moan filled her ears, quickly followed by Jace’s as both men chased her orgasm with their own release. They pulsed into her, their sweet fluid heat filling her while she continued to ride a wave of ecstasy that seemed to only increase with each passing second.

Every system in her body seemed taken hostage as her orgasm refused to relent. Tears sprung forth and though she was anything but sad, she began to cry. Her chest racking with the overwhelming need to literally let everything out.

Vaguely she registered Jace slipping out of her, and she collapsed against Andre’s chest. Andre wrapped his arms around her and whispered soothing things to her as her body finally began to ease down from its high. “It’s okay,
bella
. Breathe. You’re okay. We have you.”

Jace was back in a matter of moments, and Andre rolled her to his side, sliding out of her while Jace climbed into bed and tucked her against his chest. Andre flanked her back. Hands brushed away her hair, wiped her tears, caressed her face.

After a few minutes, her sobs quieted and her head stopped spinning. She nuzzled against Jace, sniffling. “Why is it I can’t help going into the ugly cry when you guys get a hold of me?”

She could feel Jace smile even though she couldn’t see his face. “You and I have very different ideas of what’s ugly.”

Andre ran a hand along her hip. “Did we hurt you?”

“No, it was . . . amazing,” she said, trying to put it into words. “It was like there was too much energy and my body had to release it however it could, which apparently meant weeping. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to ruin the moment or freak you out.”

Andre’s chest huffed against her back with a soft chuckle. “Ruin it? That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You were flying,
bella
. And we were right there with you.”

A smile lifted her lips as she snuggled against them, arms wrapping around her from both sides. Safe. Content. Loved.

She’d gone flying.

And they’d caught her.

They would always catch her.

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fall into you

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the Loving on the Edge series

by Roni Loren

Coming soon from Heat Books

Charli Beaumonde adjusted her rearview mirror, wondering,
not for the first time, if she should’ve stopped in one of the small town motels she’d passed thirty miles back. The deserted highway seemed much more jeepers creepers now than it had been this morning on her way out of the city.

She hadn’t planned to be out in boondocks Texas this late at night, but the chance to see who was coming and going from the family home of Dallas University’s top quarterback recruit had been too good to pass up. Who knew so many men in suits had business in such a little Podunk Texas town?

She hadn’t gathered enough damning evidence to put together a story for the station yet, but she was getting there. If she could get one of the players to slip up and talk, give her some names, she could blow the cheating scandal wide open and virtually secure her promotion to the on-air sidelines reporter for the Texas Sports Network.

Her boss had already told her she was one of the final candidates. Charli didn’t know how many other people she was up against, but she knew that she could go toe-to-toe with anyone on sports knowledge. Plus, she felt like her screen test had gone well. All she needed now was the one big story under her belt to show that she had the reporter chops as well.

She smiled, picturing herself on the sidelines of the college football games—microphone in hand, the smell of fresh-cut grass and sweaty athletes, the deafening roar of the crowd cheering for their teams. She couldn’t think of anything that would make her happier or any place she’d rather be. All the years of working her ass off behind the scenes would finally pay off.

She adjusted in her seat, but the faint flash of light in her rearview had her glancing in the mirror again. Distant headlights pierced the black vortex behind her. Her shoulders loosened a bit, her grip on the wheel easing. For some reason, knowing she wasn’t the only person on this lonely road made her feel better. She turned the dial on her radio to find her favorite sports talk station and settled in for the last hour of her drive back to Dallas.

But a few minutes later, the glare of the headlights became blinding in her rearview as the driver flashed his high beams on and off. Squinting, Charli grabbed the mirror, turning it away from her. “What the hell?”

She slowed down a bit, thinking the driver must have some emergency and wanted to get past her. But when she slowed, he didn’t go around, he just got closer.
Flash. Flash. Flash
. The lights created a strobe effect in her car, disorienting her. She grabbed the steering wheel and jerked it to the left to move into the other lane, but the other car stayed on her rear as if it were tied to her bumper with rope.

“Shit.” She tried again, going back to the right lane, but the car followed, nearly clipping her back bumper. Her creeping unease turned into panic.

Whoever was in the car wasn’t trying to get past her—he was trying to get
to her
. She slammed on her gas in an attempt to put some distance between them so that she could regain her vision, but her four-cylinder Toyota was no match for whatever was behind her. The rumble of a bigger, more powerful engine drowned out the quiet hum of her own.

She looked for her cell phone, but the damn thing had clamored to the floorboard when she’d made the hard lane change. Keeping her hands firmly on the wheel and watching her speedometer slide into a zone it’d never ventured to, she tried to bump the phone closer with her left foot. Once it was within reach, she attempted to make a grab for it, but a hard jolt sent her head hard into the steering wheel and her world into a spin.

The sound of screeching tires was the last thing Charli heard before everything went black.

*  *  *

Grant liked the quiet of the night. His resort, The Ranch,
didn’t slow down until three a.m. most evenings. So after spending his time over there, supervising and making sure everything was running smoothly, he relished the walk over from the main resort area to his private cabin on the far corner of the property.

Not many things could match the calming effect of the breeze blowing through the fields of grapevine, the night bugs singing, and the kind of rich silence that could only be had this far out of the city. In fact, there was one other thing that could trump it—having a beautiful woman fully surrendering under his hand.

That’s what he’d really been hoping to find tonight. And every night for the last six months since he’d handed off his last trainee to her new dom. But even with The Ranch at his fingertips, finding a woman who appealed to him and his particular wants was proving near impossible. His tastes had grown refined, specific. The brief, one-off play sessions could sometimes meet his immediate desires. But it was like a carnivore living on a vegetarian diet. He was never truly satisfied.

So instead of clearing his mind with the all-encompassing experience of D/s, he was left to rely on the sound of the crickets and the blanket of the night to soften the edge of his thoughts. It was really the only time of the day his brain would shut down and simply be.

But when he made the turn around the last bend in the path toward his home, a faint screeching sound sliced through the thick night air. He stilled, his ears and body going on full alert—a skill he’d never shaken from his years in the army and CIA. The distant sound of an engine followed the screech and then faded.

He frowned. Probably a driver stopping suddenly to avoid an animal in the road or something. The car had sounded like it’d driven off, but Grant didn’t want to assume that. The highway his ranch sat off wasn’t heavily traveled. So if someone had gotten in an accident, they wouldn’t find help quickly.

He jogged the rest of the way to his cabin and instead of going inside, he headed straight for his pickup truck. His boot hit the gas before he’d even shut the door completely. The drive up to the main road only took a few minutes at a normal pace, but when Grant saw twin beams of light in the distance, he kicked into overdrive, his truck bouncing along the dirt road like an off-road racer.

By the time he got to the main gate, he could see the front end of a car peeking out of the ditch on the opposite side of the road. The soft whine of the dying horn filled his ears. “Shit.”

He threw the gear into park and jumped out of the truck. The gate was chained with a padlock, but he didn’t want to waste time getting it unfastened, so he planted a foot on one of the bars and vaulted over it.

“Hello?” he called out after landing with a thud on the other side. Only the fading horn and the smell of burnt rubber greeted him. He hurried across the road and peered down into the wrecked Toyota. The tail end had slid into the ditch, the runoff rainwater from yesterday’s storm rushing past the back tires. Grant squinted, trying to see into the front seat. The headlights were the only illumination besides the moon, and all he could make out was the outline of a person in the front seat.

“Hello?” he called again. “If you can hear me, I’m here to help you.”

No response.

Grant hurried around to the other side of the car and carefully worked his way down the muddy embankment to get closer to the driver. His boots hit the bottom of the gully and water sluiced over his feet. Even this close, it was still too dark to see much. He grabbed his cell phone out of his jeans pocket and hit the button to illuminate the screen, holding the phone out toward the closed driver’s side window. The faint light from the phone spilled onto the profile of a woman, head slumped against the headrest, eyes closed.

His stomach flipped.
No. Come on. Be okay.
He wedged open the door, the soft earth only allowing him to get it halfway open, and leaned into the car to put his fingers against the woman’s neck. The strong
thump, thump, thump
of her pulse touched his fingers.

“Thank God.” He touched her clammy cheek. “Ma’am, can you hear me? You’ve been in an accident. I’m going to get you some help.”

Though, with the nearest hospital forty-five minutes away, he wasn’t exactly sure when that help might get there. He hit another button on his cell phone.

Marc, one of his managers, answered on the first ring. “Hey, Grant, what’s up?”

“I need you to find Dr. Montgomery. I think he was playing with Janessa tonight in a cabin on the west side.”

“You want me to interrupt a scene?” Marc asked, the surprise in his voice evident. “Is everything okay?”

Grant quickly explained what was going on and told him to also put in a call to the hospital to at least get an ambulance headed this way. Once he’d given Marc his marching orders, Grant returned his focus to the woman in the car. He’d learned first-aid skills in the military so he knew not to move her neck or try to get her out of the car. But he checked her breathing to make sure nothing was obstructed.

Her seatbelt was on, so she’d had some protection in the crash. But based on the swelling knot on her forehead, she’d hit her head on something—most likely the steering wheel. With gentle fingers, he brushed her hair away from the tender spot to examine it closer and make sure it wasn’t bleeding. He leaned in to get a better look, but a low moan had him halting.

He turned his head and the woman’s eyelashes fluttered. Another garbled sound passed her lips.

“Shh, easy now,” he soothed, using the tone he employed when dealing with skittish horses. “Try not to move, darlin’. I’ve called for help.”

Her entire body went rigid, and her lids flew open, her eyes going wide with fear.

He backed out of the car a bit, so as not to freak her out more, but put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’ve been in an accident. I need you to stay still until the doctor gets here to check you.”

She blinked, her lips parted as if to say something, but then she cringed and her hand went to her head. “Dizzy.”

“You’ve hit your head. Try to take some nice, slow breaths.” Grant kept his tone soft as he watched her follow his directions. “Can you tell me your name, darlin’?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, continuing to take deep breaths. “Uh . . . Charlotte, no . . . Charli.”

“Okay, good, Charli,” Grant said, happy to hear that she still knew her name. “Do you know where you are or what happened to you?”

“I’m . . . I . . .” A crease appeared between her brows as if she were trying hard to find the information. “I can’t remember.”

He squeezed her shoulder. “That’s all right. We’ll worry about that later.”

The sucking sound of feet hitting wet earth drew Grant’s attention back toward the bank of the ditch. Dr. Theo Montgomery was making his way down, wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and an open oxford shirt, and holding one of the well-stocked first-aid kits from The Ranch. Red marks, no doubt from Janessa’s flogger, still marked his bare chest.

“Status,” Theo said, all business.

“Name is Charli. She just woke up. Breathing is fine. Probably concussed—can remember her name but nothing about what happened. Contusion on her forehead. I haven’t moved her.”

“Good.” Theo moved in when Grant stepped out of the way. He introduced himself and then started his examination.

*  *  *

An hour and a half later, the sun was starting to peek over the
horizon as the EMTs checked Charli over one last time and discussed the situation with Theo. Grant stood off to the side, watching as the beautiful redhead tried to stay focused on the conversation these people were having about her.

“Looks like it’s only a mild concussion. We can bring her back to Graham General and keep her for observation,” the EMT told Theo.

“I don’t want to go to the hospital,” Charli said, her voice low and hoarse. “I just want to go home and rest.”

The young guy frowned down at her. “Ma’am, do you have someone at home who can keep an eye on you for the next twenty-four hours?”

She closed her eyes. “Uh, Farmer Ted.”

The EMT’s head tilted. “And who is that? A neighbor?”

“My cat.”

The ever-serious Theo smiled a bit at that. “Charli, I don’t think your cat can call 911 if you go unconscious again.”

“He’s very smart,” she said, not opening her eyes, but her mouth twitching at the corner. “Could probably . . . figure it out.”

Her voice was fading a bit, her exhaustion evident.

“No, I think you better let them take you in,” Theo said. “You need to have someone with you for a little while. And you can’t drive home right now, anyway. It’s not safe and your car is trashed.”

She raised her gaze then, a flicker of fear passing through those green eyes. “Please, don’t make me. I hate hospitals.”

The underlying quiver in her voice hit Grant square in the sternum. He prided himself on being able to read even the subtlest clues in people. It had served him well when extracting information from people in his days in the CIA and made him quite the formidable dominant now. And what he was sensing was honest fear in this woman. It was more than not wanting the inconvenience of a hospital—she was genuinely freaked out at the thought.

Before he could think it through, he stepped forward. “If the lady doesn’t object, she can stay here for the day. I have unoccupied cabins at my vineyard. She’s more than welcome to use one, and I can check on her every few hours.”

Charli raised her gaze to him, her eyebrow lifting beneath the knot on her forehead. “You have a vineyard?”