Sarasota Bride (10 page)

Dylan appeared positively torn. “I would love to lead him on the right path, but he made you
bleed
, Payton. Whatever you’re expecting from me isn’t there.”

“Even if I could forgive him?” She heard Avery swear under his breath, but she kept her focus on her hurting Dylan.

“If he’s done nothing else, and y
ou
could forgive him.” He turned around entirely, giving her the full force of Dylan Easton. “Then I suppose I could try, with certain ramifications — a
lot
of ramifications.”

Chapter Twelve

“Payton’s no longer staying here, Elizabeth?”

“Nope. In fact, she and Gilda had their heads together most of the night, planning the wedding. They want a small service for family and friends, and they want it
yesterday
.” She yanked her keys from the lock on the downstairs gallery and punched in the firehouse’s alarm code. Her phone went off again. She pulled it out of her purse, seeing six phone calls from her mother and three from unknown, local numbers. Probably local artists, she mused. After she’d visited the art school, she’d gathered a tremendous list of students hoping for their work to be exposed during the opening gala. Gilda would be the prime candidate for cutting down the stack into a reasonable amount. The woman had an incredible eye for art. “And Noah is leaving tomorrow, as well. It’ll just be my tenants and me from now on, though Payton will be here during daylight hours.”

“I see. I overheard you discussing the firehouse’s opening with Gilda,” Trey said from behind her. “You’re projecting it six weeks from now. Don’t you think you should have discussed it with
me
first?” he asked curiously, even harshly. “After all, the land was to be my wedding gift to you. Neither of us planned the date for
our
nuptials. You’re assuming too much.”

“Just going by what you implied,” Libby countered, wiggling the rock he’d put on her finger. “If I’m assuming too much, should I also assume we really aren’t marrying?”

“What I’m saying,” his voice was honed steel, “is that you shouldn’t have brought up the firehouse with Gilda.”

Walking through the main gallery, she flicked on a few up-lights so she could find the portfolio of a local artist she wanted Gilda Easton to promote. Gilda had been a whirlwind of ideas and offered to help. With her support, the opening should go off without a hitch, whether Trey wanted it to or not. “Then I guess you can explain to Gilda why you are cock-blocking my gallery, if I can’t open in six weeks as she expects. Good luck.”

“Elizabeth,” Trey growled.

“Now kids,” Drake warned as he closed and locked the door. “I’m sure we can come to an understanding. Firstly, each of you could start by saying the L word.”

“I don’t think it would matter to Trey if I or anyone else loved him. He’s dropped me smack in the middle of his vengeance, including me in his deeds to pay back Daddy. Its pretty clear I haven’t been sought out for my love.” Libby stood next to the S shaped white leather sectional they’d placed in the middle of the main gallery. Patrons could sit either way, looking in any direction, since the sectional was backless. She flipped through a stack of portfolios she’d placed there during lunchtime, until she found the one she was looking for.

“You didn’t have to agree,” Trey reminded. “You had a choice.”

“Right,” she said, checking another odd number coming in on her phone, “let Daddy go to jail, some choice.”

Drake moved in front of her, brushing her curls from her face. “There’s so much sexual tension in this room that I can taste it.”

“I agree with the tension part,” Trey said, and then he studied his watch. “We have guards surrounding this place, but I’d prefer to see you go upstairs safely before we leave.”

She wasn’t ready to go into her empty loft. “I’m working down here for a while.”

“It’s past midnight,” Trey pointed out.

“Really, you’ve never worked past midnight?” She gave him a look. “Don’t think to dictate my work schedule.”

Drake stared down at her with his amber eyes, the gaze of a calculating tiger. A car passed by, its lights casting a blue glow on his inky hair. “I guess I’ll take my kiss then.” He’d hardly collected on them during the days Trey had vanished on her. “If I’m not mistaken, you owe me several.”

“I owe you, huh?” If only Libby and Trey hadn’t headed in separate directions all those years ago. Who was she kidding? Even if her father hadn’t attacked Trey for getting her pregnant, he would have found out about them eventually and put a stop to their relationship one way or another. How Libby wished she didn’t love Trey! When he’d sent her the emergency contraception, her heart had shattered anew. And for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. God, she was so lonely, so very, very lonely. “Bring it on, Drake.” She slid her hands into his tuxedo jacket, rubbing his hard-toned chest, and his eyes widened in surprise. He leaned over her, his mouth crushing hers, his tongue seeking hers. Spreading her fingers wide, she moved them around his back, sensing the great strength in his body. Drake Easton certainly took care of himself, and even though she truly only wanted Trey, she could appreciate his muscular form and lose herself in his body, in the blinding sensation of touch.

Drake’s hand slid up her outer thigh, his fingertips spreading the closer he got to her apex. He stared down at her, his eyes hot on her breasts as they rose and fell beneath the black silk dress Trey had bought her. Moving behind Libby, Trey’s hand started roaming her body, his palm slowly, slowly, slowly, sliding to the hem of her dress as Drake kissed her lips. Trey’s fingertips fluttered over the lace of her stocking, where the garter was attached, and her nipples hardened as he played. To her utter shock, her climax was already building and neither had even touched her where it counted. Unlike Payton, Libby wasn’t familiar with the attentions of two men, and the overstimulation was disarming, especially when Drake took that moment to remove her soaked thong. He slipped it in his pocket with a wicked smile.

Trey brought his fingers higher, unzipping her dress and letting it fall, so she stood in only her garters, stockings, and heels. Then he trailed his hands across her breasts, making small circles over her tightened nipples. “Drake, she’s so perfect in my hands,” he murmured drawing her ear lobe between his teeth, nipping before licking away the sting. He plucked her nipples with firm fingers, elongating them. Moving one hand beneath her left mound, he cupped the flesh in offering to Drake. “Taste,” he said in that same steely voice he used to warn Libby. “I want to watch you taste her.”

Drake licked his lips before drawing the nipple across his tongue. His one hand stayed on her stomach, brushing her skin, while the other delved between her legs and tweaked her throbbing clitoris.

“Ah!”

Trey encircled her waist with his arm, keeping his opposite hand pulling and tugging her other nipple, his mouth still at her ear. Drake sucked her pink tip, biting her breast and pinching her clit simultaneously. Then he pulled back his hand and smacked her throbbing bud. She jumped, but Trey kept her steady.

“Hush now,” he warned.

But she couldn’t stop moving when Drake lowered his face to her pussy and worked her clit with the same intensity he had her nipple. She could feel the swollen bundle of nerves leaving its protective hood, seeking out his tongue and teeth. He slipped two fingers inside of her, just as Trey smoothed his hand over her hip and then reached between her legs to join Drake. He gathered up her dripping arousal, lubricating his fingers, and then threaded two of them inside her ass, going in as Drake pulled out of her vagina. Both plunging and releasing, they pumped and primed her needy flesh.

“It’s so full,” she groaned, her legs shaking. Libby’s arousal heightened closer and closer to her orgasm as Trey and Drake plunged and retracted their skilled fingers. “So
close
.”

“So close that I can smell it,” Trey whispered in her ear, increasing his pace. “And it smells delicious.”

She leaned against him, enjoying Drake’s relentless tongue as it circled her aching clit. When she started bucking against Trey, with the pressure spreading from her core to her stomach and thighs, she instantly clamped down. “It’s too strong. I can’t…take it.”

“No,” Drake demanded against her pussy lips. “Let it go. It tastes so good I want to swallow you whole.”

She fought not to fight, pushing with everything she had to relax her legs. And when she did, the lights went off in her mind - the pins instantly needling her sensitive nerves took her breath. “Oh!”

“That’s it,” Trey coaxed. “Get every last drop, Drake.”

“You know it,” he replied, delivering long licks up and down her lips after they gently removed their fingers, bringing her down softly. She collapsed in Trey’s arms and he lowered her to the sofa, face up, her head dangling off the end.

Drake and Trey loomed over her, unzipping their pants, their heavy lengths bouncing from their tuxedos. She reached for the nearest one - Drake’s, and sucked him right to the back of her throat, which wasn’t much of his length but he was too thick.

“Libby,” he whispered on a low moan, drawing out the letters of her name. The sofa dipped and Libby felt Trey spread her thighs, the cool air kissing her wet lips. She reached over her head and gripped the base of Drake’s cock, sliding him across her tongue and out, pressing the tip in his slit and licking any fluid he offered her. Then she opened her jaws wide and slurped him back down. Next, she raked the tip of his head across the roof of her mouth on the upstroke, causing Drake to hiss out a stream of profanities.

She exhaled a long moan when Trey’s lips crashed against her pussy, his tongue pressing between her drenched folds. “Hmmm,” she groaned around Drake’s cock.

Drake growled and grabbed fistfuls of her hair, one on each side of her head, and started fucking her mouth. “Damn your mouth.” His neck strained as he held back his orgasm, but she could taste the changes in his cock, feel the pressure as it bulged in her mouth. He rolled his hips. “You have a magical tongue, Libby.”

She still held onto the base so he wouldn’t kill her with his length, but with her opposite hand, she reached inside his zipper and cupped his balls, rolling them with her fingers. He pounded harder, losing his mind and control, yanking her hair. “Don’t…stop,” he hissed through clenched teeth, “just… don’t stop!”

Trey mumbled something against her core before she felt his long fingers working her constricting channel. She lifted her hips and squeezed her legs around Trey’s face, relishing his wavy hair brushing the inside of her thighs.

Libby groaned around Drake’s cock when Trey lined his thick crown at her entrance. After his next thrust, Drake exploded inside her mouth, pumping his hot spurts against the back of her throat. Trey shoved his way deep inside of her, until his dick met the entrance of her womb. “Feel me, Libby?” An undercurrent of possessiveness laced his voice. “Drake’s not getting this sweet piece tonight or any other night!”

Libby swallowed convulsively, trying not to choke on Drake’s load, the movements of her throat eliciting a shudder out of him. Cleaning him with her tongue on the way out, she released his cock with an audible pop. Trey found her nipple, circling the tip with a lazy brush of lips and tongue, his hips moving at the same lazy speed, drawing it out for both of them.

“Oh, shit.” Drake slumped next to them on the sofa, his breaths sawing in and out. “You deserve… a fucking… award for that suck job.” He curled his body around theirs, finding her other breast and mimicking Trey’s lazy circler licks.

Libby wanted his big dick back in the action, so she slowly smacked the underside of his semi-soft, bouncing it lightly in her palm as Trey maintained his languid pace. “Drake, you deserve an award…for that cock,” she countered, willing the rush of blood to stiffen him quickly.

He left her breast and glanced over at Trey. “I want to fuck her tits.”

Trey nodded his approval. “I can feel you tightening around me, Libby.” In answer, she wrapped her ankles around his back and met his movements. This slow and steady pace was killing her, but it was driving her higher and higher, the clenching of her sex making her crazy.

Drake rose over her as Trey carefully leaned back, his thrusts short but quicker, teasing her. “Hang your arms over the end of the sofa, Elizabeth. Let Drake fuck your tits.”

“Sounds perfect,” she agreed readily, stretching them over her head, displaying her chest invitingly.

A fist staring banging on the front door, the glass of the front gallery sounding as though it would shatter. Libby screeched, grabbing for her dress, but she couldn’t reach it.

“What the hell?” Trey threw his tuxedo jacket over her and put his cock away.

Drake zipped up, squinting to the front. “I’m not sure, but it may be Julian.”

“What?” Trey grabbed his cane and started for the door. “Why would Julian come here tonight?”

“I don’t know.” Libby threaded her arms through Trey’s jacket, tightening it around her waist. “He’s never been here.”

Trey opened the door. “What’s happened? Tell me it isn’t Gilda.”

Julian stepped in with Evan behind him. “No it’s not Gilda. I’ve been trying to phone you, Libby and Drake, too.” Julian walked to Libby, keeping his eyes above her neckline. The look on his face frightened her. “Darling, it’s your mother.”

She plopped on the sofa, her knees going out. “She’s been trying to call me…I didn’t want to be bothered.” Libby grabbed her throat, thinking she would choke. “What’s happened, a c-car accident?” So many possibilities were going through her mind at once.

“Tonight, your father came home after a night of drinking and beat her.”

Her spine went rigid, her fingernails digging into Trey’s jacket. “He stopped drinking years ago.”

“Apparently not,” Evan said gently. “He’s been arrested for domestic violence but he’s had two DUIs in the past three years. That doesn’t sound like someone who’s stopped, Libby.”