Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) (16 page)

I laughed. "That's punishment?"

Jay scratched his head. "That's not exactly what I
meant."

Alex ripped his shirt off and threw it across the room.
"Baby, you need to pay for playing us." He looked at our confused
companion. "Wanna help?"

Jay hesitated for a moment, then pulled his shirt off.
"Yes I do."

They both looked at me with vengeance in their eyes and
deviance in their hearts. My nipples tingled.
Oh sweet mercy!
I loved
being naked with two men in the room. Exposed, vulnerable, subjected to their
sexual whims. On display, theirs for the taking, if they so desired. And if the
wood in their pants was any indication, they both desired me. Or they wanted to
hurt me. Either way, I was going to get laid by two men I'd screwed over.

If only Will was here, too.

Alex yanked his belt off, ripping a loop in the process.
"You gotta stop lying to me."

"Did I piss you off tonight?"

"Hell yeah." He knelt beside me and grabbed my
hair.

"Good. Fuck me like you hate me."

His eyes glittered as his gaze swept my body. "I hate
your lying little mouth...." He reprimanded my lips with a biting kiss.
"Your perfect tits...." He plucked my nipple with his teeth....
"Your greedy cunt." He stood, unzipped his pants, and released his
beautiful cock. But he held it back, stroking it with his hand as if mine didn't
deserve the pleasure.

I waited for him to lick me, stroke me, or fuck me, but
instead he yanked me off the bed and sat down in a chair, pulling me onto his
lap and forcing me to face the second man I'd deceived.

Jay dropped to the floor, and Alex pushed my thighs apart
with his knees. "I hate when you spread your legs for any man with a hard
dick or a fast tongue."

I rose off Alex's lap when Jay's tongue slapped my clit, but
Alex slid his arms under mine and clapped his hands over my shoulders, pulling
me down, and forcing me to take the other man's torment.

Jay sucked my exposed flesh. The gentle lover I'd enjoyed
earlier disappeared, replaced by the man I'd wronged and who had the sexual
expertise to discipline me for it.

"Oh please, please punish me." I raised my arms
and slid down Alex's slick thighs, jamming my battered pussy against Jay's
merciless mouth. He rewarded me with his ruthless tongue.

"Can't get enough, can you, baby?" Alex growled in
my ear. "Let's see how much more you can take." He plunged his rigid
dick into my pussy while Jay trapped my legs under his arms and assaulted my
clit.

They held me motionless, completely at their mercy, fucking
and sucking me while I could do nothing but quiver. But as I surrendered, power
surged through my body, shattering my illusions about control and strength. I
got the mind-blowing sex I wanted, but only after Alex had taken the authority
from me.

My brain shorted out as electric sparks overloaded my pussy,
melting me from the inside out. "Oh God, help me!" Someone grabbed my
nipple, pinching hard while Alex slammed me from behind. I collapsed in his
arms, hanging over Jay while Alex kept pounding.

His cock slipped out and he tried to jam it in my ass.

"No!" I slid off his lap and spun to face him.
"Not for you. Not yet."

Alex grabbed my arms and yanked my naked body into him.
"Why?"

I slid back and rubbed my ass against Jay's erection, still
trapped in his jeans. "He can have it, Will had it. But you can't."

Alex's eyes turned black. His jaw twitched and he forced two
words between his mashed lips. "Get out."

Jay grabbed his shirt and ducked out the door.

I sat down on the floor, one leg bent at the knee and the
other splayed, while Alex glared at me from the chair. My breasts heaved as a
challenge danced on my tongue.
Don't say it. Don't test him.
"Who's
being punished now?"

He stood up and yanked me to my feet. My arm burned as he
wrenched it behind my back and bent me over the desk, smashing my breasts on
top of files and spreadsheets. He violated my pussy, slamming his cock in deep
and hard while I clapped my hand over my mouth and swallowed the gloating
laughter threatening to overcome me.

Indulgent satisfaction curled between my legs, tightening
like a spring. Victory hummed along the coil, cranking up the tension.

Alex knew my body. He knew exactly when I needed release.

"Ohh God, Alex. Youuu... bastard!"

And he knew exactly when pulling out would leave me in
agony.

"What the hell are you doing?" I peeled documents
off my sweaty skin as I stormed after him.

"Denying you." He jerked his pants up, stuffing
his still stiff cock behind his zipper. He hadn't come either.

"Are you punishing both of us?"

"We deserve it."

"What are you talking about?"

He grabbed my shirt and shorts and threw them at me.
"Get dressed. I can't yell at you while you're naked."

I crossed my arms under my bare breasts and left my clothes
on the floor.

He snarled. "All right. I don't give a shit who fucks
you—or your ass. That's not what pisses me off."

"Then what?"

"Lying to me! You promised me you'd tell Jay about our
plans, but you deceived both of us."

Why doesn't he get it?
"I had to! We've never
done this role-playing thing before, and I didn't know... I didn't know if
pretending to cheat would appeal to me if I didn't keep it secret from one of
you."

His voice dropped to a dangerous level. "Did it? Did
you like cheating?" He waited, tension shaking him like a rattlesnake
poised to strike while I replayed the evening's events.

"No. Not anymore. The thrill came from knowing you
would walk through that door and find me naked with another man... and then
join us."

"I almost came in my pants waiting and listening from
the hall. We planned this together, but it was your idea. Why wasn't that
enough for you?"

Don't tell him why. He'll never understand.
I pulled
my shirt over my head and slipped into my shorts. When I'd covered up, I sat on
the bed and pulled him down with me. "All this playing dirty... it's fun,
but something's missing."

"Should we try something else?"

"Not something."
I have to tell him.
"Some
one
.

"If you don't like Jay, I can find a different
guy."

"There's only one other guy I want." I looked
straight into Alex's eyes. I didn't need to say the name.

Alex jumped up and tore his hands through his hair.
"Jesus Christ! When are you ever gonna get over him?"

I bolted off the bed and marched after him. "I don't
want to!"

"You can't have both of us."

"Why not? You don't have a problem letting me fuck
another guy."

"A stranger. Someone I can pay to get you off and get
out of our lives."

His admission punched me in the gut. "You hired Jay to
fuck me?"

"What did you expect from me, darlin'?"

I held my hand over my churning stomach and braced myself on
the bed as my knees gave out. "I should've known."

He crossed his arms and glared down at me. "Damn right.
And now I gotta chase him down and give him the money for tonight's
fuck-up."

"Yeah, but he'll be gone for good after that. Isn't
that what you want?"

He turned and clenched his fists. "I wish I could get
rid of Will so easily."

I jumped up and stomped after him. "Will is our
friend!"

He spun and I retreated as he drove me across the room.
"Yes! He is. And that's exactly why I can't let him into our bed."

I planted my feet and lowered my voice. "That's why I
can."

"Fine. Go back to him! Let him fuck your sweet little
ass, but don't think I'll want it once he's done with you."

"Bastard!" I slapped him and he stumbled back.
"Do you care about me at all?"

A red welt rose across his cheek, but he refused to
acknowledge it. "Do you care about
me
? All these other guys...
Will, Jay, your pussy ex-boyfriend.... You can fuck them and then crawl into my
bed. Does sex mean anything to you? Or do you crave strange dick that
much?"

No. Not anymore.
I'd enjoyed sharing my body with a
new man. I'd enjoyed the rush of secretive sex. But variety and cheating no
longer appealed to me. I craved something—someone—familiar and secure instead.

Will.

Why not Alex? He's familiar. But he's dangerous. I want
both!

I couldn't make sense of my turbulent thoughts so I lashed
out at him. "You let me fuck them!"

"I gave you what you wanted!"

That was his mistake. "What I want isn't always good
for me."

"I could be good for you." He held my face in his
hands and searched my eyes, reading my aching heart and understanding more than
I ever would. "But that's not what you want."

I turned away and pressed my hand to my mouth, holding back
gut-wrenching sobs until I heard the door close behind him.

Good for me.... Why don't I want what's good for me?
I'd rejected better men to pursue the man who abused my body and tormented my
soul. And I craved him all the more. He'd committed to making me happy, but I
couldn't do the same for him.
I want to love Alex. I need to.
But if I
gave my heart him, I'd have to take it from Will. I couldn't be that selfish.

Damn it!
I stuffed my phone in my purse and hurried
down the jet way at O'Hare. The Midwest humidity enveloped me, and the heavy
heat snuffed the air from my lungs as soon as I stepped off the plane. Will's
dedication to his job had taken him away from me again. He promised he'd see me
tomorrow, but I needed someone—anyone—now.

My phone chimed with a text message from Claire:
'Your
return flight to Denver is confirmed for Sunday at 4:47 p.m.'

I typed a reply:
'Cancel it'
, but didn't press send.
I couldn't close that door yet.
Why the hell not?
Alex had walked out on
me—again. Why not just slam the door in his face and be done with that bastard?

I could be good for you.

"How does he know that?"

The gate attendant blinked at me. "Excuse me,
Miss?"

"Never mind."
I need a fucking drink.

I elbowed my way through the crowd and headed for the
terminal, skidding to a stop when my ex-boyfriend stepped off the escalator.
Without a second thought, I ducked into a bookstore and watched Scott approach.
He flipped through a file in his hand, ignoring me and everyone else around
him.

Should I avoid him? Should I grab his cute little ass and
kiss him silly?

I stepped into the corridor. "Hi, Scott."

He looked up and nearly fell over backwards as he tried not
to run me over. "Talia. Hey, how are you?"

Not gonna answer that.
"Where are you
headed?"

He stuffed the file into his briefcase and slung the strap
over his shoulder. "The company is sending me to corporate headquarters in
Miami."

"On a Friday night?"

"I have to be there first thing Monday, so I thought
I'd enjoy the weekend."

"Nice." He'd never have noticed me if I hadn't
stopped him.
Why didn't I let him walk by?
We couldn't have sex at the
airport. Not Scott and me. Alex would've dragged me off to the nearest restroom
and gotten us both arrested, but Scott was much too cautious for that kind of
depravity.

"Do you have time for a drink?"
Why the hell
did I do that?

He twisted his wrist. "Yeah, actually, I do. I left
straight from work and got here way too early."

"Great." Maybe some part of me thought he'd say
no. But why should he? After all, inviting an ex for a drink, especially in an
airport with little time and even less opportunity, didn't mean I wanted to
have sex with him.

We walked to a nearby bar and he ordered beer for both of
us. The place didn't offer much privacy. The entire front wall opened to the
busy corridor, and the back wall was one big window to the airfield. But the
interior looked like any other sports bar. Bears, Cubs, White Sox and Bulls
logos decorated the dark wood paneling and waitresses in short skirts and tight
tops served drinks and appetizers.

"At least the service is fast in these places."

"Yeah." I picked up the frosty glass and gulped it
down, trying to think of something to say.

He tapped his thumbs on his glass. "Are you coming home
from Denver?"

"Yeah, but I have to go back on Sunday. Still working
on that case."

"I see." He gazed out the wall of windows as a
plane taxied down the runway.

I stared at the neon liquor logos reflected in my glass
until my palm turned cold and my beer got warm. "So... Miami. Fun."

"Yeah. I hope I can get away from the office to enjoy
the beach."

"Oh, you have to. That wouldn't be fair."

He shoved his empty glass across the bar. "Uh-huh. Why
are we doing this?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out."

"The last time you came to me, you'd been fooling
around with your ex... and now I'm your ex."

Don't go there.
"I got dumped, okay? I saw you,
and I thought it would be nice to talk to someone... familiar."

"Safe."

"That too."

"So now he's the ex, and I'm convenient." He
reached over and slid his hand up my thigh.

Metal chair legs screeched across the tile floor as I backed
away. "I don't want to sleep with you."

"Then why are you screwing with me?" he snapped. A
waitress stopped in her tracks, sloshing beer onto the table beside her.

I pulled my elbows into my body, trying to disappear in my
chair. "I just wanted to be polite."

"Oh, so getting me drunk before you fuck me is
polite."

"You're not drunk. And this isn't about you!"