August Heat (6 page)

Sam’s throttled
laughter had anger surging hard inside her. She clenched her fists, braced her
body. She would be damned if she would be treated like a child.

“Heather?” Cade
caught her attention by simply cupping her jaw with his larger hand and turning
her head to meet his gaze again. What she saw there had her stilling in
surprise. Warmth. Kindness and caring, but the spark of lust that glowed there
for his wife wasn’t there when he gazed at her now. “You will always be my
sister. Always loved by me. Always a part of me, just as Sam is. Nothing, and I
mean nothing, means more to us than your, Sarah and Marly’s happiness. No
matter what you want. No matter your needs. If it’s ours to give, then it’s
yours.”

The vow, made so
simply in a voice hoarse with emotion, had tears filling her eyes.

“But Sam’s still
going to make you think twice about playing games with us again.” His wolfish
smile was followed by her gasp as Sam moved in from the side, gripped her arm
and began to pull her away from Marly. Brock was behind him. Sarah was thrown
over a broad shoulder as she gasped in surprise. When she protested, a large
calloused palm slapped her vulnerable rear lightly.

Heather wasn’t
certain what happened to Marly. But the other woman was laughing. Not that she
thought laughter was entirely appropriate under the circumstances.

The look on Sam’s
face was unnerving. His eyes damned near glowed with lust, with love and an
intent determination. Heather had a feeling the holidays were definitely
beginning to look up.

Chapter Six

Sam dragged
Heather from the living room. She gave him just enough to appease her sense of
pride. She wasn’t going to just lie down and let him have whatever he wanted.
That might spoil him. Or her. She wasn’t certain which. One thing was for sure,
he was a man unwilling to take no for an answer.

He pulled her
through the entryway and up the curving staircase. Each step was deliberately
paced, as though he were holding onto his control by a thread. His expression,
the few times he glanced back at her, was a study in sensuality. He wasn’t
going to go easy on her. But quite frankly, she’d had enough
easy
in the
past year to last for a while. She wanted her man back. Hard driving.
Demanding. Dominant. She loved the gentle Sam. But she craved the bad boy sex
he had seduced her with in the beginning.

He pulled her into
their bedroom, slammed the door behind them, then ripped her shirt from her
back. She stared down at her bared breasts in surprise and shock. He had never
ripped her clothes from her before.

“Do you have any
idea how hard it’s been to treat you gently? To show you how much I love you?
How much you mean to me?” His low, hoarse voice had her eyes widening in
surprise. Was he hurt? Had she hurt the one person she would rather die than to
wound?

“Sam?” She reached
out for him, then gasped in surprise when he gripped her wrists, anchoring them
behind her back before his lips lowered to hers.

His kiss was pure
carnal delight. His other hand gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open for the
smooth penetration of his wicked tongue. Once inside, he became rapacious.
Starving. Bending her backwards as he pressed his jeans-covered erection into
the hot vee of her thighs, his lips, teeth and tongue forcibly seducing her
with lustful intent.

Heather cried out,
her fingers curling into her palms as she fought to rub the hard nipples of her
breasts against the rough fabric of his cotton shirt. She moaned at the
electric thrill that shot through them, arcing between her thighs, dampening
her pussy further at the pleasure.

He held her
securely as he backed her through the room. Each step was rife with
anticipation, building in sexual tension as she waited for the feel of the bed
behind her legs.

Heather had only a
second to realize she was at the edge of the mattress before he pushed her
down, his hands moving quickly to the snap and zipper of her jeans. Releasing
them, he jerked the material down her legs then ripped her panties from her
hips.

“Look at you,” he
growled as he stripped hurriedly, staring down at her, his face flushed, his
lips heavy with sensuality. “So damned tiny my lust for you terrifies me at
times. Each time I watch my cock burrow into you, I’m amazed you can take me.”

There were times
it amazed her.

“Sam.” She was
panting with excitement now.

“I hope you’re
ready for me, Heather,” he said softly as he freed the heavy, thick flesh of
his cock from his jeans.

She licked her
lips nervously. He was raging hard. The plum-shaped head pulsed in demand, the
skin over the steel-hard shaft stretched tight.

“Turn over.” Her
gaze flew to his as he muttered the order.

She knew what he
wanted. In that second, she was well aware that the bad boy she had missed so
desperately was back. And he was back with a vengeance.

“I haven’t…” She
shook her head quickly. She wasn’t ready. She had stopped preparing herself for
it when his lovemaking had become more tender, though no less hungry or
demanding.

He smiled tightly.
“That’s when it’s better, baby. So tight and hot I know my head will come off
when I shoot my come inside that sweet ass. When I hear you scream, because you
don’t know if it’s pleasure or pain.”

His jeans were
discarded, his shirt thrown to the floor as he turned and removed the tube of
lubricating gel from the bedside table.

“Turn over,
Heather. Don’t make me tie you to the bed.”

She shivered at
the demand. At the thought of being tied down.

“Like that
thought, do you?” Several silk ties were snagged from the drawer then. “Let’s
see how much.”

She fought him.
She wasn’t about to give in without a fight. She struggled and cursed his easy
strength as he dragged her up the bed, held her down and restrained her wrists
to the slats of the headboard, spreading her thighs as he positioned himself
between them. She was spread out for him, thighs spread, her cunt so hot and
wet she could feel the juices lying thick along the tender lips.

“Damn, I could
almost come just looking at you.” He leaned forward instead, his lips covering
a painfully hard nipple as Heather cried out, arching against him, helpless
now, wary of the streaking excitement that flashed through her blood stream.
She liked it. Liked being vulnerable, tied down for his pleasure.

“Sam.” She bucked
against him, so desperate for his touch now she knew she would go insane if he
didn’t hurry and fuck her soon.

“Uh uh, baby.” He
raised his head, his lips wet from his ministrations at her breast, his eyes
dark, ravenous. “It’s time to see what you’re tempting. Next time you play
games with me, Heather, you’ll think of this.”

Oh yeah. That was
really going to scare her, she thought. Then he pulled one of the toys that had
gone unused from the table by the bed. Her eyes widened as he pulled it from
its protective package.

The thick, supple
dildo was nearly as large as his cock. He smiled wickedly as her eyes widened.

“I haven’t shared
you all these months, Heather, for a reason,” he informed her silkily. “We made
the decision. Me. Cade. Brock. No more sharing. Do you want to know why, baby?”

She shook her
head, her breath catching as he pushed several pillows beneath her hips,
elevating her, lifting her to give him better access to the small entrance she
knew he was determined to take now. After arranging her as he wanted, he
squeezed a thick row of the lubricating gel on his fingers.

“Yes, you do.” His
voice was soft now, dangerous in its completely sexual intent. “I’m going to
tell you anyway. Because when I do this…” His fingers tucked into her anal
entrance. “And hear this…” He pushed two into her slowly, surely, as a long,
tremulous cry tore from her throat. “I want to know it’s all for me.”

Heather’s back
arched as he filled the small opening with his fingers, stretching her, sending
a fiery pleasure streaking through her body so destructive she feared she would
never survive it. Her cunt pulsed, gushed, sending its slick juices to mingle
with the lubrication he was applying to the small channel, making his entrance
that much easier. But it had been a while since he had taken her there. She was
unprepared, the muscles tighter, exquisitely sensitive.

“Damn, Heather.”
He grimaced with anticipation as she watched him. Watched as he tracked each
move his fingers made in and out of her gripping channel. “Baby. It’s going to
be so good.” He glanced up at her then, smiling wickedly as she trembled from
head to toe.

His fingers thrust
inside her slow and easy, parting the muscles, stretching them, preparing her
as she cried out at the heat and pleasure/pain assaulting her body.

“It’s been so
long,” he growled, his voice tight with anticipation. “I’ve been dying to
burrow back inside your sweet little ass, Heather. Starving for it. I won’t
wait any longer. And I’ll never wait again.”

His fingers
plunged inside her again. Deep. Wide. Heather dug her heels into the mattress,
lifting closer to him, bucking against each entrance to drive him deeper. She
was drunk on the sexuality thickening around them, damp with perspiration, with
the heat raging through her body.

“Ready now, baby?”
he crooned, his voice dark, anything but soothing, as he lifted her closer,
raising her legs until they rested on his wide shoulders, and positioned his
erection for entrance.

“Sam…” She stilled
as she felt the broad head of his cock beginning to part the tender opening.

“I love you,
Heather.” The softly spoken words, so filled with emotion, with hunger and
need, washed over her. “You are my life. You are the only bond I need. The only
love I crave. Only you, Heather.”

She screamed as
his cock pushed slowly, relentlessly, into her anus. Not with pain. With
streaking pleasure so intense it burned her alive, sent flames flickering
through her pussy, her womb, making her insane with the combination of carnal
delight and emotional excess.

As he pushed with
hot deliberation into the ultra-tight channel, his fingers weren’t still. His
thumb raked her clit. His fingers played with the bare lips of her pussy,
sliding in teasingly as he made a slow advance into the hot grip of her ass.
She was dying with ecstasy. Heather bucked against him, trying to drive him
deeper, gasping then crying out at the biting streaks of pleasure as her body
accommodated the thickness of his cock, until he was seated in fully, every
throbbing inch buried in her backside as the muscles convulsed around it.

“There, sweet
baby.” He was breathing hard, fighting for control.

Heather stared up
at him, dazed, her anal channel on fire, filled, stretched, awash in such
stinging pleasure she feared the coming orgasm.

“Now,” she gasped,
moving against him, trying to force him to begin the deep hard thrusts that
would eventually send her spinning into her climax.

“Not yet, baby.”
He picked up the dildo then. “I won’t share you anymore, but I’ll be damned if
I’ll do without that certain little cry that pierces my soul when you get
fucked like this.”

“Sam. I can’t
stand it,” she cried out as he rubbed the firm head of the fake cock against
her vaginal entrance.

He stretched her
anus so tightly, filled it so deeply, that she feared what would happen to her
own state of mind if he pushed that dildo up her pussy. She was already poised
on such a peak of sensation it was mind destroying.

She had done this
with his brothers. Felt their cocks straining in her body, her mouth, and hadn’t
known this intensity of sensation.

“Too bad, baby,”
he whispered gently. “Because here it comes.”

She could feel
every thick inch, every manipulated ridge, every damned nuance of the fake cock
as he began to work it slowly into her already tight pussy. She thrashed in his
arms, screaming out as the pleasure tore through her body with bursts of heat
so blinding it nearly took her breath.

When he had the
device firmly, deeply, embedded within her, he began to move. Oh God. It was
too much. He pushed her legs back, coming over her, bracing his arms at her
side as he stared into her eyes.

“Now.” He pulled
back, his cock nearly sliding free of her snug anus before he pushed back in a
long, smooth stroke that had stars flashing in front of her eyes.

The dildo buried
in her pussy moved with each thrust. Slow, shallow strokes that caressed nerves
rarely exposed to such sensation, rarely stretched in just such a way. Her head
tossed. Her muscles tightening on him as he groaned in pleasure and lost the
last bit of control. She loved it when he exploded in just that manner.

He began to fuck
her in earnest then. Each hard thrust inside her anus, each rasping of the
dildo up her pussy pushed her higher, turned her into a creature of sensation,
hungering, craving each second of the countdown to ecstasy. And he was driving
her to it. Hard, blistering thrusts up her ass that kept her poised on that
edge of pleasure, of pain, left them both gasping, moaning, desperate.