Sarasota Bride (6 page)

Chapter Seven

“What the hell is going on inside your head, Elizabeth?” Trey finally broke the silence after an uncomfortable journey back to her parlor suite. Pacing back and fort
h, he bared his teeth, loosened his tie, and then glared at the French doors leading to the balcony.

“Not the same thing that’s going on in yours,” Libby snapped.

“Don’t be childish.”

Maybe she was being childish, but Libby hated how Trey had taken her from Level 69 as though she were his property, only to talk down to her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I met a rock star and decided to play groupie,” she rubbed it in. “What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want to fuck Stellan Hudson?”

He whirled. “Leave Drake.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Trey finished removing his tie in clipped efficient movements, then dropped his jacket on a nearby chair. He ran his hands through his hair, freeing chestnut-colored waves from their gelled prison. “It’s the best idea I have right now.” He walked to the French doors, opened them wide, and inhaled the salt air. It was muggy tonight, but that never mattered to a Floridian. Home always smelled like salt and surf, and Trey appreciated the dampness touching his skin in the same way she did.

Drake glanced at Libby, and then looked back at Trey. “I won’t let you ruin what,” he stopped, clenching his jaw. Then he walked onto the balcony and gripped the railings, staring into the sea. “You wouldn’t leave me in this sort of shape,” he said so quietly to Trey that Libby nearly missed it. “I’m not leaving unless you physically remove me.”

Trey’s beautiful mouth curled with distaste as he stared at the low waves tumbling in the horizon. “I can’t believe I found her naked and wet — very wet — inside Julian’s sex club! Her cheeks are flushed even now. Do you know what that fe,” he stopped himself, clenching his hands at his sides. “Looked like,” he finished though she knew he’d amended his statement. “Seeing her hand above another man’s manacle!”

Drake stayed quiet.

Libby slipped off her shoes and rubbed her ankles to prevent herself from putting her hands where they really needed to go. She was still sitting on orgasm’s edge, and she needed Trey and Drake to get out of the suite, so she could finish what Stellan generously started. “Should I have requested
your
manacles when I went into Level 69?” Libby still couldn’t catch her breath, could feel Stellan’s hands strumming her hurting soul back to life. “Just so I’ll know for next time’s sake.”

“That’s not remotely cute, Elizabeth,” Trey said, looking over his shoulder, those tourmaline eyes staring through her. Unless she was seeing things, he looked utterly torn, but that must’ve been the low lighting fooling her.

Her eyes, on their own volition, flickered to his clenching hands. Her body recalling what they felt like on her skin, and she squeezed her knees together. “I assure you, I wasn’t going for cute.”

“Where’s your ring?”

“In the bedroom.”

In a flash, his impenetrable mask was right where it’d been the second he proposed to her. “You know what that ring means!”

If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was jealous. However, she wouldn’t fool herself. “For normal couples, yes, I know what this ring means. But for us?”

“It means.” He turned around, giving her the full glory of his wrath, pointing in her direction. “It
means
that if anyone’s going to fuck you,” he snarled, “it’s going to be me! Have I not made myself perfectly clear?”

A current of sexual electricity ignited, but it was tarnished with his anger. Well, she was angry, too. “After everything you’ve put me through,” she amended, “
are
putting me through, do you really think I want your cock inside me?”

Trey’s lips curved into a lazy smile, but his teeth glinted like a shark’s. “Celebrity or not, you were about to accept a stranger’s cock inside you with no qualms.”

It flashed through her thoughts that he was working reverse psychology on her. “Stellan’s not a complete and utter asshole delivering one invitation after the other to open-ended disaster!” Unlike you.

Drake intervened. “I think, Libby, you should just be honest and admit that you still have feelings for Trey.”

She sank her teeth into her lower lip, fighting what she really wanted to say. “Armchair psychology? Fuck you. I have feelings for him, sure, though not nice ones.”

“Right now you’re
feeling
hungry,” Trey pressed, moving to stand in front of her. “I’m sure you haven’t forgotten how big
my
cock is.”

“I haven’t,” she agreed, when he moved his thumb over her cheekbone, “it matches the size of your ego.”

“And stuffs your pussy perfectly,” he countered, placing his finger to her lips, sliding it across her bottom one. Back and forth. Back and forth.

“Well,” she said, meeting his challenge with horny determination, “start stuffing.” She’d get the taste for him out of her system, and then he’d run to the next woman, dropping his game with her. “But no foreplay,” she taunted, wanting to keep this impersonal. Where Trey was concerned, she was confused enough. “After all, you said it yourself, I am very, very wet.”

She trembled when Trey herded her toward the balcony railing. A part of her was afraid he’d tumble her over and never look back, the other part fearing she’d jump.

Drake moved right against her. “Really,” he said, faux pouting, “no foreplay?”

“Why waste time?” she asked, surprised at how steady her voice sounded when next to two men.

Drake placed her left knee on the railing and lifted her skirt in his hand, bunching the fabric in his fist. Since she hadn’t put her panties back on, her naked ass was facing Trey.

Behind her, Trey stayed quiet. She felt him moving, though, sensed the heat of his body, and the anticipation was absolutely killing her. Drake seemed to notice, a small smile playing at his lips, but he said nothing as Avery rubbed his hardened cock beneath her pussy lips without entering, swiping forward and back, forward and back.

“Have you ever enjoyed a menage before, Libby?” Drake fixed his tiger’s gaze on her, moving his hand to trace her braless nipples straining beneath her dress.

“That’s none of your business,” she hissed, Trey’s cock reminding her just how long and thick he actually was.

Drake’s fingertips stayed at her nipples, worrying them, first one, then the other. He lowered his mouth to her collarbone, exploring. She wasn’t sure how she felt about him sticking around, mentally anyway. But physically? She’d never been so turned on in her life, not even with Stellan.

“Trey,” Libby warned, his swipes staying languid, never entering. And with every pass, her clitoris brushed the cool wrought iron, sending a thrilling chill through her sex.

Drake pinched her left nipple. “Hush.”

Libby gripped the iron with both hands as her pussy quivered, the height making her dizzy, their collective touch echoing inside her walls, licking her from the inside out. “I need to come.”

“So do I.” Trey’s flat stomach tensed and rippled against her back with every incremental movement.

“Put it inside,” she demanded, moving her ass back to catch him, but Drake secured her waist, steading her.

“It’s almost…too much,” Drake whispered, brushing his lips over her shoulder. “Just to watch Trey tease you, when you don’t want him to take his time with your beautiful body.”

“Get me off, Trey,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut, when Drake moved his hand between her and Trey, swiping his thumb over the crack of her ass. Trey’s grip increased on her hip, digging nearly painfully. Instead of frightening her, his near-loss of control sent a fresh rush of cream to her channel.

“That’s it, a quick, faceless fucking?” Drake leaned back, watching her pussy where her clit raked the wrought iron. Then he followed where Trey’s cock brushed her lower lips with her overflowing juice.

She rolled her eyes at the pleasure. “You talk too much.”

Drake gave her the hungriest look she’d ever seen on a man, even Trey. “I believe I’ll claim a kiss to honor our contract.” His hand hooking around her nape, his mouth crushed hers, and she thought she would die before he allowed her oxygen. But if this was death…

Trey’s heart hammered against her back, his pace increasing right as he slammed in all the way to the hilt, taking her by surprise. “You weren’t this wet…for Stellan Hudson.”

She knew this! “Stop talking,” she panted after Drake’s mouth moved to her nipple, sucking it through the fabric as his finger twirled her navel. She moved her hands from the railing and grabbed his massive shoulders.

Trey thrust harder, faster, her breasts bobbing clear of her neckline, her clit swelling from the incredible friction. “Ah,” she moaned.

“Feel that, Elizabeth?”

“Yes!” Her heart quickened in time to his, pounding, pounding, pounding through every cell.

Drake lowered his eyes. “You should see his cock glistening with your arousal, the way you’re stretching around his girth. But you can take nearly every thick inch, can’t you?”

“She has almost all of it.” Trey circled his hips, eliciting an uncontrollable cry from her. “Right, Elizabeth?” He pulled back in painfully exquisite slowness and reentered on a forceful thrust. “You can almost take all of me. Do you want more?”

Tears of pleasure burned her eyes, but she didn’t think she could take more. “N-no.” Her voice echoed across the balcony, seemingly across the hotel property. Drake quieted her by fastening his mouth over hers in a furious kiss. But she couldn’t even kiss him back, panting, her mouth hanging open.

Trey continued to growl behind her, his hard thrusts going faster and faster. As she neared her climax, Trey mouthed her shoulder, biting into her flesh just short of breaking the skin. “She’s rippling around me,” he snarled against his wet bite. “Fuck, Drake, you can’t…imagine.”

“I can see her swollen pink lips gripping your cock,” Drake said, dipping his head to get a good look.

Libby’s internal elevator hit her top floor, and then started plummeting, stars flickering behind her eyes as her legs gave out. On a deep and deadly plunge, Trey pushed against the very core of her in a mark of ownership and Libby’s body split straight down the middle, then splintered. “Trey!”

Trey curled his arm around Libby’s waist and took most of her weight but he stumbled a bit. His thighs tensed behind hers, his rock-hard stomach clenching against her lower back as he stilled, growling low, and emptied inside her. On a long groan, he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his breaths swooshing in and out of his body. His hand brushed her side, roaming over and around her possessively. And she fought the emotions flooding her heart and soul, every last one of them. But a tear managed to fall.

Drake’s hands cupped her cheeks, his eyes boring into hers. “You okay?”

“Perfect,” she sighed, pleading with her eyes for him to drop it before Trey saw her. He nodded slightly.

Pinching aftershocks shot up and down her pussy, snapping her clit with electricity. Drake’s careful hands lifted her weight from Trey, pulling her to his impeccable chest. He lowered her dress, straightening it around her legs. Trey zipped himself up, found his cane leaning against a chair, and made his way silently through the suite. Never once did he look back.

When the door clicked shut, she cupped her mouth. “Oh, God, he just left.”

Drake kissed the top of her head. “Things aren’t always what they seem.”

She started to cry, hating how she’d acted tonight, hating everything. “I need a bath and a bed.” It had been the longest day of her life, and she’d made too many mistakes.

“I’ll help you, Libby,” said Drake, “just one friend to another.”

She lifted her eyes to his. “But we’re not friends, remember?”

He tilted his head, not arguing. “Call me if you need anything.” He made his way through the suite, the same as Trey, moving silently until she heard the door lock click in place.

Wiping away a flood of tears, she whispered. “I won’t need anything.”

It didn’t take Drake long to catch up with Trey. “You going to the penthouse?”

He nodded, his back killing him from fucking Libby. Trey slid his card key in the elevator and slammed his fist, which was the only part of his body not aching and paining, against the panel. “Right now, I’m going to wash her scent off me.”

“You two are really messed up.” Drake waited for Trey to enter the elevator car, moving in behind him. “I have seen some pretty weird shit inside Julian’s club, but you two take the cake. What’s going on inside
your
head?”

Trey scoffed, gripping his cane and stretching his legs. “How in the hell was that weird?”

They arrived at their floor, the doors sliding open to reveal their personal foyer decorated in dark woods and understated opulence. Drake offered, “I don’t know Libby that well, but I take pride in the fact that I can read women. And I’d say she isn’t the type to go jump into hookups like she just did with Hudson.”

“If you mention that fucker’s name one more time, I’m going to shove this cane up your ass.”

Drake gave him an indecipherable look. “What if I took Libby, what would you do?”