Fevered Hearts (16 page)

She had no desire to do anything else.

A quiet moan burst from her. He swallowed it and answered with a groan. They gave and took, their kisses scorching, all-consuming. The throb between her thighs begged her to ease it.

As if Liam knew this, he thrust two fingers against her pussy and rubbed it through her jeans.

The rough play of his fingers over her needy sex drove her higher.

She twisted her hand in the cloth of his shirt between his shoulder blades and yanked it overhead. The sleek muscles of his chest, shoulders and arms called to her in a primitive way.

Tearing her mouth free from his, she set out to kiss every inch of his bared skin. And when she got him into bed, she was going to let him cuff her and command her to suck his cock.

Her pussy squeezed and flooded with juices.

“Damn, I can smell your arousal,” he growled as she sucked his nipple.

“Mmm,” she murmured against his flesh. The tip of his nipple pebbled on her tongue.

While she continued to lick, kiss, bite and nip every part of his body within her reach, he shoved the wheels of his chair. The unit rolled into the living room. Another shove and he was at the head of the hall. And three more rolled them to their bedroom door.

She glanced away from him and took in the candles he’d spattered around the space. Soft music played—a popular band known for sexy ballads. They’d danced to one of these songs at their wedding.

Tears filled her eyes—the happiest tears yet.

At last she had her husband back. While he wasn’t entirely healed, it didn’t matter to her if he never got out of the chair. As long as he loved her, wanted her and showed her, whether through the gift of Ward or with his own hands, she was the happiest woman alive.

With a quick movement, he lifted her and laid her on the bed. Then in a flash, he hoisted himself from the chair and atop her. His weight pinned her deliciously to the bed. Delirious now with want, she wrapped her legs around his waist and brought his erection fully against her pussy.

“Get these clothes off you,” he muttered, and began systematically stripping her. The thick sweater she’d worn against the cool night. The fashionable top the ladies at the knitting group loved to see her wear. Her lacy bra hit the floor with little care, followed by her boots, tight jeans, socks.

And lastly, he hooked her panties and pulled them off her body. He slingshot them across the room and she burst into giggles.

But the quiet
click
of the handcuffs sobered her instantly.

Cool metal encircled her wrist. Liam’s eyes glowed as he clasped it. Then he tethered her to the iron bar of the headboard. A second set of cuffs secured both of her hands.

“Liam!” She arched, her nipples so needy and taut. Her pussy soaking.

Thankfully the pulled ligament in his ankle was little hindrance. He was able to gain his knees. He braced them wide and her breath caught. The sight of her strong, virile husband did things to her heart—brand new things.

She hadn’t believed it possible to love him more, yet she did.

She strained against her cuffs, dying to touch him.

“Uh-uh, baby. You know the rules of our play.” He took off his jeans and boxers. When he unleashed his erection, the purple tip bobbed against his sculpted abs, shiny with precome.

She wet her lips, her mouth suddenly watering.

“I know you want this, Ivy. Not yet. You haven’t been a good enough girl to take me. Not yet.”

“What do I have to do?” The pleading was already in her voice—usually it took a little bit of this play to warm up to begging. But she needed him urgently.

A grin etched its way across his rugged face. “Arch your back for me again. Just like that.” He rolled his head to the side, looking at her through lidded eyes. “Beautiful.”

She dug her heels into the mattress and arched more for him, bringing her breasts high into the air.

He purposely trailed his cock over her inner thigh. Wetness marked her skin.

She moaned and twisted.

“Easy, baby. You’re eager tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He flattened a hand against her belly and pressed her into the mattress. “Let me see those gorgeous tits. The nipples standing up for me.”

Being unable to touch him was torture—exquisite, mind-blowing torture. What happened tonight between them would only heighten their next encounter with Ward.

Liam stared at her. “You’re thinking of him.”

“Yes.”

“Me too.” As if to punctuate his statement, his cock seemed to swell.

Eyeing it hungrily, she said, “Please, Liam.”

He chuckled and closed his fingers over her nipples. Hard. The pleasure-pain shot through her. She rolled her body, tugging on the cuffs until the headboard creaked. Liam continued to twist and pinch her nipples. But when he bit into one, she cried out.

Harsh gasps escaped. She restlessly rubbed her thigh against his erection. But as soon as she touched him, he withdrew.

Crawling over her, he slipped his straining cock over her moist folds. Her pussy pulsed, inviting him in. But he wouldn’t give it to her—not yet. This was part of the build-up. He liked to make her burn, beg for him.

And she loved it that way too.

He nudged her opening, spreading her outer pussy lips.

She bucked to bring him fully into her, but he slithered down her body again. Her pussy clenched on the emptiness.

What she wouldn’t give to dig her fingers into his scalp and shove his face between her thighs. To rake up his back. Or wrap her skilled fingers around his cock and make him lose his mind.

Liam bit her inner thigh. The sharp sting enhanced her want. She looked down her body and met his burning gaze. The glow of candles reflected in his green eyes, lightening them more than usual.

Or maybe it was the love there that lightened them.

A smile curved her lips.

“Oh, you naughty girl. You’ll pay for that smile,” he teased and dove between her thighs.

His mouth covered her pussy in one big bite. Holding her gaze, he lapped from the bottom to top. Slowly. Just as he reached her hard pearl, he moved, laving her so low on her body, he was within a breath of her ass.

Gasping, she struggled against her bonds.

Liam cupped her ass and tilted her to fit his tongue. Cream slipped from her folds and he gathered it with a groan. Her stomach tightened, her control ready to snap.

He swirled his tongue back up to the top, and this time he took a moment to suck her throbbing bud. The sensitive nerves twitched against his tongue. “More!” she cried.

“Like this?” He flicked her clit back and forth.

“Yesss.” She clamped her knees around his head and held him captive.

Five swirls, six…

She came apart with a blinding burst. Stars dotted the air between her and her lover. Waves of release pounded her and he continued to send her higher. The steep slope dropped off again, and she came harder.

When she thought she’d black out from the amazing sensation, Liam stopped. Abruptly.

She opened her eyes. “Now?”

“You’ve been a good girl. Maybe you do deserve a taste.”

“I do.”

When he maneuvered so his cock was poised at her lips, she gazed up at him. As he gripped the headboard for support, a heartbeat stretched between them. In that moment, they shared a lifetime of love and passion—and there was more to come.

She closed her lips over his cock.

He jerked his hips, sinking deep into her mouth. Hot spasms of lust claimed her all over again. For a long minute, she sucked him, licked him and teased his shaft. When she felt him stiffen, she knew he’d pull away.

And he did.

He produced the key to the handcuffs from beneath a pillow. First he let down one arm, then the other, taking care to rub her wrists and get her circulation going again.

Liam stretched out on the bed, his cock waving in the air and candlelight playing over his strong form. “Straddle me, baby. Sit on my cock and sink down real slow.”

His words gripped her. She rolled over and swung her leg over his hip. Keeping her gaze locked with his, she sank over his hard shaft one inch at a time. The hot flesh parted her, stretched her perfectly.

Something broke behind his eyes. “Put your arms around me.”

She did, crushing her lips against his at the same time. Wild passion coursed between them, reaching a fever pitch. Love and lust melded into one undulating form. And as her shattering climax was upon her, Liam bucked and filled her with hot come.

Together they rode the bliss, clinging to each other and delivering sweet kisses.

Ivy returned from her high to the sound of her own heavy breathing.

Liam’s low voice vibrated her ear. “Give and take. Control and submission. That’s what we’ve got now, baby. Not just you and me, but Ward too.”

She lifted her head from his shoulder to look into his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“For years I was in control of everything from paying the bills to pleasuring you. After the accident, you took over all of that, though I never should have given up. We should have been a partnership, and I’m sorry I didn’t do that for you, Ivy.”

She started to say no, that it was okay, but he stopped her.

“And when I was with Ward out west, it was the same. I was in charge of everything in our relationship. Then he came and things changed. He took charge.” He ran a hand down her hip. “I can’t deny I like giving up some of that control in the bedroom. And knowing he’s here to keep you safe and happy pleases me beyond words.”

“So you’re going to make things right with him again?” Part of her had continued to fear that Liam would end things with Ward and tear them all apart.

“Of course.” Liam kissed her swollen lips. “He’s part of us, baby. But I wronged both of you. I didn’t totally give up control in my head. I always believed that when I healed I’d take up where I left off. I don’t want that anymore.”

She smiled so wide, it tilted her eyes. “Your words make me the happiest I’ve ever been, Liam.”

“Good,” he rumbled, wrapping her close.

They lay still and Ivy drifted in a cocoon of warmth.

Liam’s voice broke the pause. “We’ve gotta let him know you’re here, you know.”

“Too damn late.” Ward’s words echoed to the pit of Ivy’s soul. As one, she and Liam opened their arms to him. As Ward’s woodsy scent filled her nose, longing rose up in her, sharp and bright even as she felt Liam’s cock begin to swell.

Ward’s bright blue eyes burned too bright with too much emotion. Liam fought to keep looking into them, half-afraid.

The tip of Ward’s tongue slipped out to touch his lower lip. Liam followed the movement, his stomach tumbling, falling harder than ever before.

“You started without me. And Ivy didn’t heed me.”

“I’m sorry—” she began.

Liam cut across her. “I should have let you know she was leaving Juls’ house. It’s my fault.”

Ward’s face softened, but he still looked tired, angry, frustrated…and filled with lust. “It doesn’t really matter. I knew you’d come together sooner or later.”

His guttural tone knifed through Liam. “This doesn’t mean what you’re thinking, man.”

Ivy sat up, her long hair trailing over her breasts, the end of one tendril creating a perfect C around her nipple. Tentatively, Liam smoothed a hand down Ward’s arm. The soft cotton of his shirt gave way to the hard, warm flesh of the man. Springy arm hair tickled Liam’s palm.

Ward met his gaze, almost challengingly. He still lay on the bed, cocked on his side, rigid as if ready to leap to his feet. “It doesn’t?”

“What are you thinking?” Ivy looked between the two of them.

Liam pushed up into a sitting position. “Ward thinks that since we made love alone that he no longer belongs with us.”

She was shaking her head before the words were out of Liam’s mouth. “Not true. Ward, we want you. In fact, we were just talking about you, how we need for some things to change between us.”

Sinking his teeth into his lower lip, Ward studied Liam for a long moment then turned his attention to Ivy.

Hesitation was plain on Ward’s face. Liam dove in head-first, heedless of the risk to his heart. “We want you to be part of us—we’ve said that from the beginning. But we want you to take an equal portion of the relationship. Years ago, it was my choices that mattered, right down to the day I left you and…hurt you.”

Ward’s gaze shot to Liam’s. “I want you to be an equal partner to me—to Ivy. Not because I asked it of you but because you deserve a say in how this team is run,” Liam said.

Dipping his head, Ward fell still. Liam followed his line of sight to Ward’s fingers playing over a seam in the blanket. A big forefinger traced the stitching back and forth. What was going on in that head of his? Fear rose up in Liam. What if he’d offered too little too late? He should have given Ward free rein years ago.

Ivy made a quiet noise that drew both of their attention. Ward caught her gaze first and held it.

Electricity flashed between them. “Liam, lay down so Ivy can lie on top of you,” Ward said in a gritty voice.

The harsh tone brought a smile to Ivy’s lips—a moonbeam in the shadows of their interlude.

Smiling himself, Liam did as he was ordered. When Ivy moved to straddle Liam, Ward stopped her. Without a word, he positioned her so her back was plastered to Liam’s front.

The sultry feel of her ass cheeks rubbing against his cock made him stand at attention immediately. Ward climbed off the bed and stood at the foot, stripping.

Each piece of clothing that fell away drove Liam’s desire up another notch. Soon he’d be dangling from the treetops, so close to the sky.

Ivy cooed as Ward shoved his jeans down his hips, exposing his cock in its full glory without a scrap of underwear to conceal it.

Liam rocked against Ivy’s ass, locking his arms around her middle to draw her into him. The soft globes of her ass parted for him, and he wedged his cock firmly into her seam. Ripples of excitement chased each other over his skin. He knew what Ward had in mind—and couldn’t wait.

As light played over Ward’s muscular body, Liam firmly clamped down on his rising want. He wanted this to go slowly—for their lovemaking to last long into the night. He wasn’t about to spend himself so quickly.