Unleashed (39 page)

“You smell nice
, too. I can smell both Cort and Ezra on your skin. It’s a lovely combination,” he compliments, and then his voice turns serious, “You have to get them to stop fighting. That is what a good bridge is for, making sure the two sides meet halfway.”

“I know, I’ll work
on it, I promise.” A strange need to make Marcus proud overcomes me. I want to help Cortez and Ezra, not because they are my lovers, but because Marcus wants me to.

“Good girl,
” Marcus praises.

“Are you ready to go to the doctor?” Ezra watches us with
a serene expression.

“No, not really,” I blurt out. Marcus tightens
his grip on me. I instantly know that that was considered disrespectful. This master allows nothing short of absolute submission. I now understand what Marcus meant by missing what I thought was cuddling, no- submission. He misses total submission. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Diane does not submit to this man. I feel bad for him, I know he loves her, but they don’t meet each other’s needs.

“Thank you, Ezra, for making the appointment for me. I appreciate it.”

Marcus kisses my forehead and releases me to stand. I say a silent prayer in thanks that I had Dexter as my trainer. He was excellent at training a dominant. Marcus would have ground me into submission and used himself as the example for dominance- scary thought.

“I’m ready, G
randpa,” Ava excitedly chirps.

“Great, little one, the house is yours to decorate. Kayla is staying as well- something about the groom not seeing the bride before the big day.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“Stop it. I don’t want to cuddle with you.”
Cort’s annoyed voice wakes me.

“I just want to hold yo
u, dammit. Please,” Ezra begs.

“I’m angry with you.
Ezra,” Cortez deeply sighs the name. “It’s not going to go away after a hug.”

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes. But that’s exactly what they were- mistakes.”
Ezra hisses out a breath of pure frustration.

“I’m not blaming you. I…
it’s just that I’m not sure I can trust you anymore,” Cort stammers out.

“Why?” Ezra’s voice breaks on a cry.

“It’s not your fault. Logically, I realize I’m being a bastard. I just can’t help it. Adelaide is your fault. You let it go on too long and now we are all paying the consequences.”

“Are you upset that I
outted us? Is that it?” Ezra bites out, but he doesn’t sound angry, he sounds broken.

“NO! I love that people know
,” Cort fiercely exclaims, moving the bed. “Why couldn’t you see what we all could? Adelaide is pure fucking evil. No way was that bitch just walking away. Come on, you can’t believe that in three years she couldn’t come up with a reason to break the engagement. It was three more years of plotting; three more years for her to take out on us. And we’re all paying the cost now. And making love to her was worse than when you cheated on me with Dexter. I understood that. I don’t see guys like that, but he’s even on my radar. But, that bitch- I’m disgusted.” 

“You’re still angry about Dexter.” I hear the whisper of the sheets as Ezr
a rolls on his side and sighs.

“I thought I was over it. But s
eeing you with Adelaide brought all the feelings back. I almost want to give you permission to fuck him so that I can watch and replace the memory. I know that after the baby, Kat will want to get her reward. I want you both to take him.”
 

Ezra snorts, more out of shock than humor.
“You’re pathological, you know that?”

“Emotions aren’t logical, you can’t reason them out.
I… I just need to replace the memory of betrayal. Seeing you with Dexter when it was my idea would give me a semblance of control,” Cortez’s voice cracks under the stress of emotions.

“Fine, if I agree
, will you let it go?” Ezra angrily demands.

“Yes,
” Cort sighs out.

“Good,
now let me hold you,” Ezra begs. I’m scooped up and moved until I’m cradled against Cort’s chest with my face tucked near his neck. Ezra’s hands hold me from around Cortez’s back.

“I’m still mad at you
,” Cort mumbles. “I’m only letting you hold me because I’m sick of not touching you,” Cort says out of spite.

“Well, I’m mad at you
right now, too. You want me to have sex with a man who doesn’t like men. Talk about a difficult undertaking. Not to mention that I haven’t been taken by a man since my initiation. I’m pissed off that you’ve held out on me since then. Twelve years is a long time to not have your needs met. I want to make love to you and you ignore it,” Ezra’s tone bleeds from the heart and I ache for him. But I know that Cort can’t accept the intense emotions and will go on the offensive, and he proves me right.

“Well, I’m pissed that you fucked Katya when you said we couldn’t. I’m pissed that you had her take Master without realizing the ramifications. She really liked it, she’ll want to do it agai
n.”

“Katya i
s going to be my wife. I can be with her when I want,” Ezra possessively growls. “You liked watching her with him. You love him,” Ezra’s words are thick with betrayal.

“What I mean is every time they meet up for
a scene we can’t blind her. Kat will figure it out eventually, and then Thanksgiving is going to be wicked uncomfortable. And fuck you! Fuck you and that wife shit!” Cortez screams at the top of his lungs, jarring the bed with his angry movements. “Like you get ownership over her- like you’re more important because of the stupid marriage license!”

“Shut the fuck up,
” I furiously bark, “both of you. I’ve had enough of this shit. I don’t care if Marcus appears from thin air and beats me to death for disrespect. I’m pregnant with somebody’s child. And it’s confusing not to know whose. So, I’m pulling a selfish. Your shit doesn’t matter anymore.”

I sit
up and pound on Cort’s chest. “Let go of the Dexter thing. It’s over, like years ago over. Fine, we’ll fuck him for you. I will ask- Dexter will say yes. Over- finished. Let it go. Adelaide- it’s too late for any regrets. We just have to deal. Cortez, you will make love to Ezra again. I’ll give you a few days to get used to the idea, and then you give it up just like I have to all of the time. Got it?”

I find the nearest part of Ezra to pound- his thigh. I hate this pitch-black
bullshit. We all have to make compromises, I guess. I hit Ezra hard enough that he grunts from the force. “You will learn to share. We may or may not marry, but it will always be the three of us. Cort’s right, a marriage license is not ownership. If you make a rule, we all stick to it. Don’t be a dick. Kiss and make up- NOW!”

I cuddle back down into the covers even though I’m so pissed I could spit fireballs. I feel the bed dip as the pair move. A very fast smooch sound
, and then they part to opposite sides of the bed leaving me in the middle.

We all hunker down- none of us touching. It’s like a force field surrounds us. If someone touches another we will get electrocuted- mother fucking bastards! I leave them with a pa
rting shot for pissing me off. “I know who he is, who the Master is.”

I listen to two identical intakes of breath- they gasp. Good, I’m glad for once that I’m not the one who’s shocked. It’s completely fucked up. I can’t believe they want me to make love to him- to submit. And the bad thing is I k
now I will gladly do it again.

***

“Hi,” breathes across my neck, tickling me. Cort is pressed against the length of me. His thick and ready cock is happily cradled between my thighs.

“Hi,” I chuckle out
, shaking the bed.

“I’m grumpy,” Cort deadpans.

“You don’t feel grumpy.” I wiggle my hips, stating my point.

“Hmm
…” Cortez licks my bottom lips. “I’m grumpy, but I think horny is winning,” he grumbles.

“Ah- maybe you
’re grumpy because you’re horny,” I tease.

“Oh, yes, that is definitely why. It’s been seven weeks since I
’ve had sex. I’m going through withdrawal.”

“I seem to remember nightly hand jobs and plenty of oral sex. Sometimes you even had two mou
ths on that exquisite cock of yours.” Amusement is evident in my voice.

“Yeah, I love that kind
the best. Yum… I like joining you, too,” he breathes into my ear.

“Are you going to have sex with him, Cort?”
I demand, and Cort heavily sighs as all of his weight drops onto me.

“Yes, for you I will,” Cort murmurs.

“Oh- it’s such a hardship,
making love to the love of your life,” I dramatically say.

“I want to
, and I will love every second of it. I didn’t realize until tonight that I hold so much resentment towards Ezra. I still fear that it will bring the memories back, but I think I was holding out to punish him.”

“Ya think?
” I snort out. “Please move on for our sakes. It would be nice to have a happy future, not a resentful one.”

“Okay, I promise,
” Cortez vows.

“I want you,
Cort, badly,” I moan as I wrap my body around his, luxuriating in the feel of his naked flesh pressed against mine. “I’ve missed you, terribly.”

“Oh fuck,” Cort
groans against my neck. “I’ve missed you, too. The type of people we are need sex as a connection, going without leaves us feeling disconnected.”

“Tell that to Ezra,
” I sarcastically say. A laugh bubbles up my throat.

“Ha-ha!
” Cort mock laughs. “I see your point.”

Cortez
slowly enters me, connecting us on a primal level. I arch up off the bed with a moan. I wrap myself around him, arms around his back, nails gripping into his flesh, and legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into his perfect ass. He slowly takes me, hard cock barely moving inside my pussy. I revel in the silky smooth sensation.

“I love knowing that there is a child growing inside you, a child that could be mine. I’ve always wanted to have a kid.
I love Ava, looking at her and seeing both Ezra’s and your features on her face. I love seeing her personality reflect you both. This sounds selfish, but I really want this child to be mine. You and Ezra have Ava. Ezra will be your husband someday. I want something tying us together. Ezra and you have a past, a child, and soon, a marriage. I know you both love me, but I need to be connected to you.”

“I hope he or she is you
r child, too.” Ezra whispers as he cuddles up to our sides. He wraps an arm around us, and then kisses my shoulder and then Cort’s. We stay like that for a long time, Cort and I slowly reacquainting ourselves with each other’s bodies while Ezra holds us both.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Whomp…whomp… whomp… Endless and constant, the undeniable sound of a helicopter’s propellers. Two hours we have endured that ann
oying sound. If I had a surface-to-air missile, I would happily use it. I find myself evilly wishing the douche from High Society Nightly would fall from the open door where he is hanging with a video camera. The wedding was supposed to be a private affair, and now it’s turned into a media circus.

I love Diane for her big
iron gate and rock wall a mile from the house, and her large security team that keeps finding paparazzi sneaking through the woods. We were all feeling smug that we thwarted the press until the nuisance showed up. I would rather have the chittering of reporters than the noise and wind the helicopter is causing. I’ve stopped myself countless times from flipping off the camera. It wouldn’t look demure to give rude gestures while wearing a bridal dress.

The wedding starts in half an
hour and I nervously wait. I stand on the back veranda staring at the wedding splendor. When the Zeitler’s want something, they get it done right. The backyard contains row after row of white chairs, decorated with blush, pink bows, lining a flower petal aisle. A clematis covered lattice archway sits on atop a dais, waiting for the happy couple. Everything is soft pink and white. It screams innocence and princess, and it’s totally Kayla. I want her and Aaron’s day to be perfect. It would be if it weren’t for the paparazzi. Yet another thing Aaron can blame on my Trio.

A new trio has formed.
It used to be Aaron, Cortez, and Ezra. Now the trio is Ezra, Cort, and me- the deviant ones. This wedding seems like we are losing Aaron. I know he will always be a friend, but as he heals, he pulls away from us. It’s bittersweet. 

“I think they’
re ready for you, Katya. You look stunning.” Marcus’ voice draws goosebumps to my flesh.

“
Thanks, you look very handsome yourself.” And he does.

“I feel a little bit l
ike the father of the groom,” Marcus chuckles out.