Embracing the Fall (14 page)

He worked his way back to Cami and clamped his lips around her clit next. He pulled
on it with hard suction and tormented it with the lash of his tongue and just like
Z, Cami was defenseless. She screamed as she released and came against his relentless
mouth, while he feasted like a man possessed.

Evan forced himself to pull back. Reining his lust back was like trying to rein in
a rabid beast, but he managed. Barely. “Remove the clamps,” he snarled as he shoved
from the bed and marched back to the chest. He strode back to the bed with a new tool
in hand and it took less than a second to plug it in and get back in position.

The bed was specially made and he had commissioned it himself to be equipped with
outlets in each of the four posts for just such occasions, and if he’d been a little
less turned on, he might have taken a moment to appreciate the feature. But he was
too far gone, too focused on the women in front of him, to register any thought beyond
them and their pleasure.

“Heads and shoulders down on the bed, both of you.” They dropped like stones. “Asses
higher. God, that’s a gorgeous sight. Lord almighty. Higher.” He first positioned
his shaft at the threshold of Z’s slick opening and the bulbous head of the massager
on Cami’s clit, then he spoke again.

“I’m going to test you ladies on your endurance. One of you will have this on your
clit while the other gets my cock. The one with the wand May. Not. Come. Until the
one with my cock does.” He rubbed both his cock and the wand over them tauntingly
as he waited for them to acknowledge the rules he’d set forth. Once they did, with
shaky breathless voices, he flicked the power on the wand to low and slowly slid into
Ziporah.

All three of them moaned in ecstasy. God the feel of her! She was hot as fire and
tight as a virgin. Her snug little pussy sucked him in like a greedy mouth, and as
he sank to the root, he could feel his eyes cross in delirium.

Cami was already nearing the edge of another climax. Her mewling grew in volume and
her hips were pumping against the wand with increasing pressure. He in turn increased
his thrusts into Z, harder and at a different angle with each plunge until–there it
was–her body jolted as he found the hidden gem of her G-spot. He grabbed his control
in a chokehold and clamped a fist on her flank to hold her in place so he could ruthlessly
pound into that sweet, sweet spot again and again.

“Oh my God!” Cami’s voice was about two octaves higher than normal and Evan could
clearly hear the panic in it. “Oh my God ohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod–” It was one long jumbled
word that grew an octave with each repetition. Evan pumped faster, challenged and
determined that he would get Z there with her. Almost there, he thought, as Z’s pussy
started to tighten even more. Harder, he told himself, fucking harder. Then, “
Fuuuuck, yes!
Yes.” Z clamped down on his shaft in rhythmic pulses that fried the circuits in his
brain and he pumped faster and deeper to help her ride out the full measure of her
climax as she clutched at the sheets and screamed. Not a moment too soon either, because
Cami came unhinged and bore down on the wand hard as her own orgasm barreled out of
her seconds later.

Evan pulled out and switched. “
Christ!”
Cami’s cunt was swollen and still pulsing from her climax, and as Evan plowed in
to the hilt, he was shaking with the strain of holding back. Z cried out as the fat
pink ball of the wand landed on her still thrumming flesh. He flicked the speed up
to medium and she cried out again. Then he started stroking in and out of Cami the
same way he had with Z. Testing and searching with each thrust for that perfect, sweet
spot. “There it is, little brat,” he said with a satisfied hmm. “There it fucking
is. Right–” He thrust hard and she screamed for him. “There.” Harder still and she
quivered and called out again.

She was volcano hot and wet as an over ripe peach as he pounded into her and the drenched-slap
of his hips hitting hers was the drumbeat to the music of her cries. Z shifted her
hips, trying to pull away, but Evan followed and pressed in harder. She hollered,
calling out as she fought her peak and Evan upped the tempo of his thrusts yet again.
His grip on Cami’s succulent ass was bruising but that couldn’t be helped. Not right
now, not when everything about her was begging for his Dominance. She screamed and
pushed back into him and Evan felt his eyes roll back in his head as she flailed her
own head and cried out while she came and came and
fucking came
all over him. Z saw it, and with a grateful cry, gave in and her entire body shook
as she found her release as well.

He was going to go again. He was going to go back and forth between them until they’d
each had at least two more climaxes apiece. That was until he looked up and saw Z
reach out and clutch at Cami’s hand as she still floundered in her orgasm. Their fingers
grappled and tangled together and the three of them were linked in that moment and
it snapped the last thread of his control.

With a roar like he’d never made before, he came and he came hard. His hips thundered
and the force of it shot Cami back into the teeming waves of another climax. He pressed
harder with the vibe into Z, and somehow managed to flip it onto high, and she too
shot back into overload and the three of them shook and panted and came. Endlessly.

When Cami burst into tears as the echo of aftershocks were still resounding through
them all, Z shuttled herself closer and started to gather her in for a hug. Evan beat
her to it and, with no apparent effort, scooped her up like a damsel against his chest.
Z was flat on her stomach and looking back at her best friend cradled like a princess
in the naked arms of a sex god. He shushed her quietly and gently kissed her forehead
as he hugged her closer and his eyes lifted until he was looking directly at Z.

That look sizzled and gave the clear message that he wasn’t through with either of
them yet, this was just a pit stop and when she smiled a little at that thought, he
sent her a slow and sexy as hell wink. “C’mon, brat,” he said with gruff affection
that caused Z’s toes to curl. “Let’s get you two settled and more comfortable.” He
managed to crawl to the head of the bed on his knees with an arm full of full-grown
woman without looking silly, in fact, Z thought, he looked freaking hot as hell doing
it. He laid Cami down as gentle as he would a sleeping child and reached for the bedside
table, where Z saw a folded comforter was waiting. He laid it over her with a kiss
then turned to Z.

She expected him to order her to scootch up, or at the very least invite her to join
them politely. After all, she wasn’t fragile like Cami and was perfectly capable of
climbing into bed all by herself. She did not expect–at all–for him to crawl to where
she was and scoop her up the same way he had Cami.

As he held her close and kissed her softly, she marveled that she wasn’t laughing
or demanding that she could move on her own. It wasn’t like her to even accept this
level of pampering, let alone bask in it the way she was. But, she did and she was.
It felt heavenly to be cradled like this. She didn’t feel like he was treating her
as a weakling. No, she felt like he was cherishing her. That was crazy, she told herself,
impossible. Impossible or not, that was all she felt pouring out of him right now
as he brought her forward and laid her gently next to Cami. No other word fit so perfectly
as that.
Cherish
.

“You just let all that out, sweet brat. Let it go. We got you,” he told Cami in a
voice that had deepened from sex. He brushed her hair back from her face then leaned
over and kissed Z on her temple before spooning himself behind Cami. He slid one long
muscled arm under both Cami’s and Z’s pillows, then tugged and shifted until the three
of them were pressed tight, with Z and him facing each other over the still sniffling
Cami. His other hand smoothed Cami’s locks away from his face and tucked them over
the top of the pillow and then he reached over her and tangled his fingers with Z’s,
making them a unit, and Z felt tears sting her own eyes. This night and this man were
so much more than she had bargained for. As she held tight to the hand in hers, she
wondered how she’d ever find the strength to leave when the time came.

Evan sat back at his desk and had to mentally berate himself for letting his mind
wander ... again. This was an important business decision and if he didn’t pay attention
and get his facts straight, he could potentially cost his company millions. He could
either go in with this man’s proposal and fail to deliver on it, or he could pass
on it and never get the opportunity again.

“I’m sorry,” he hedged, “I want to make sure I get this right. Can you repeat that
last part?” It didn’t help that Evan was against bringing in an outside company to
begin with. So he tried to clear his bias and give the man a chance. He was good looking,
with his all-American charm and healthy build. He had a good face and although he
was a bit thick, he didn’t appear sloppy or out of shape. Evan couldn’t find fault
in his appearance or demeanor, so he listened to market trend reports and projected
revenue and he shook off the prejudices as his own distraction and focused on the
facts instead of his gut.

Pac-West Distributions was a good solid company and had decades’ worth of experience
under their belt. They were campaigning and campaigning hard, for the distribution
rights to his grass-fed organic beef. They had the fleet and the trusted reputation
for getting the work done, but he and his shareholders were on the fence. It was leaning
hard toward Pac-West and one other company, but there was also Evan’s idea to just
take on the added expense of expanding their own distribution line and doing it all
in-house.

The bean counters in accounting almost spontaneously combusted when he brought that
idea up, what with the rising cost of health care and the added expense of the pension
plan that he refused to lower for their own employees. Not to mention the cost of
nearly tripling their equipment assets and upkeep, and each and every one of his accountants
had about had a heart attack.

So, he was left doing something that made him extremely uncomfortable–bring in an
outsider, and trust him with his family’s business. Sure this man’s company was also
his family’s and they too had a reputation to uphold as well, but was this just a
job to the man sitting across from him? Something that paid his bills and sent him
to a beach twice a year? Or was it a part of his soul, the way it was for Evan?

His childhood was spent on the ranches that had been a part of his family for generations
that went back to when Texas first became part of the Union, for God’s sake and bean
counters or not, he wasn’t going to make this decision based on dollars and cents
alone.

“Well,” he stood and reached a hand out to let him know the meeting was at an end,
“I am liking what you have to bring to the table so far. Let’s meet for dinner next
week, after I’ve had a chance to go over your proposal in more detail and we’ll talk
more then.”