LaceysGame (6 page)

“Dirty games, Lacey,” Lou teased, lifting his head enough to
nip her lower lip.

Behind her, Brogan tensed. She closed her eyes, bit her
lip—was he going to leave?

But then she shuddered as he pressed one slick,
lubricant-wet finger to her anus. “I want to see you,” he said, his voice a
harsh, broken rasp.

Burning up, she reached behind her and did the same thing
Lou was doing, gripped the cheek of her ass, further exposing herself to
Brogan’s view.

“That’s it, Lacey.” Brogan pressed harder and said, “Now
push down.”

She did and immediately cried out as the pleasure sliced through
her.

Below her, Lou started to move. Slow, steady little thrusts,
working to help her accommodate having two invasions.

That wasn’t so bad.

Then Brogan added a second…

She let go of her ass and reached for the sheets.

“No,” Brogan growled. “You want me to fuck your ass, you’ll
hold yourself open until you’re ready for me.”

The flat, unyielding demand sent a tremor rocking through
her entire body…and it did more to ready her than any amount of foreplay
possibly could. Slowly, she lifted her hand again, gripped her flesh, tugged a
little, exposing the opening to her ass—not that he really
needed
it,
since he was fucking two—
shit
, he added a third. Too much, too much,
too
much
…

It was too much, and it was too good—

“Brogan,
please
…”

Finally.

She’d said his name…
Maybe I still exist for her…

He’d had the weirdest damn feeling he hadn’t.

Still fucking his fingers in and out of her ass, he used his
free hand to grab the bottle of lube, flipping it open. She was stretched so
tight around him, and his balls ached just thinking about putting his cock
inside her.

He rested one hand on her hip.

Immediately, Lou slowed his movement, slow little circles
that Brogan barely noticed as he settled behind Lacey, knee between Lou’s legs,
the other bent, his foot braced on the bed. “We still playing by your rules,
Lacey?” he asked as he guided the head of his cock to her entrance.

“We are if you think you can walk away.” She groaned and
pushed back, trying to take him.

“Not so fast,” he muttered, holding her back.
Slow
…
He fed her the head of his cock slowly, the muscles in his body straining as she
closed around him tight and hot. Through the sheath of the rubber, he couldn’t
feel her as well and he hated it, but she gripped him so snugly, and she kept
trying to come back on him, ride him deeper, harder…

Through her thin membrane, he could feel the pressure of
something else—Lou’s cock. It was fucking
weird
. Brogan’s perversions
ran to bondage, domination, a little pain. Sharing the woman he loved…

Loved.

Fuck
.

Groaning, he gripped her hips and hauled her back against
him.

A whine escaped her—edged with pain, low and raw.

“Lacey…”

“Do it again,” she rasped. “That hurt so fucking good, do it
again.”

Brogan closed his eyes.

Started to move.

I love her…

Beneath him, beneath Lacey, Lou rocked up.

Lacey strained awkwardly between them.

I love her…

Not the ideal time to figure it out… He was sharing his
woman with another man and who the hell knew where this was going to lead after
this one moment.

Lacey’s hands twisted in the sheets. Blindly, Brogan caught
them, held them both in his hand, locked them at the base of her spine. It
changed her angle, put more pressure on torso and knees, lifted her ass… “Your
rules now, Lacey, or can we play by mine?”

“I don’t care,” she panted, shooting him a look over her
shoulder. “Just don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop.” He started to stroke, deep, slow. Watching
her while the knowledge that he loved her rippled through him.

Her hands gripped in one hand, he shafted her, taking her
deep, hard, while Lou fucked her easy and slow. Lacey moaned, begging, pleading
for more, pleading for everything, for them to never stop, those hot, sexy
little pleas pushing him higher and hotter on every damn breath.

She twisted and writhed on their dicks, as though she
couldn’t decide if she wanted to be away from the pressure that impaled her, or
to get closer.

The sight drove him crazy, and half out of his mind, he
brought his hand down on her ass. Hard enough to leave a mark. “Be still, damn
it.”

Lacey whimpered. Then started to move again. Deliberately.

“Damn it, Lacey.”

She moved again, harder, faster, desperate little mewls and
pants. “Please…oh shit, please. Brogan….”

Panic hit him. This was what… Guilt, already waiting to
pounce, rose in a flood. “Lacey, shit…I’ll stop…”

“No!” She all but sobbed it. “Don’t… please don’t. Spank me
again. Please, shit, please. I need it, I need I need
I need
!”

And as she spoke, she squeezed down with her internal
muscles.

Brogan lost it. Snarling, he hunkered down low over her and
reamed her, driving his dick deep and hard into her ass, while below her, Lou
rocked up, burying his cock in her pussy. And all the while, Brogan brought his
hand down on the curve of her ass until the ivory of her skin blushed for him.

A harsh, broken sob escaped her and he felt her tense. His
own climax was rushing up, hard and fast, but he fought it back.
Her
first—her first
. He gritted his teeth when she clamped down around him as
if every muscle in her body had locked up. He had to fight to dig his cock
inside her but the pleasure was the sweetest, most erotic pain he’d ever felt.

She sobbed out his name, whimpered.

Sweat bloomed along his skin, his heart pounding while his
blood turned to lava.

Lacey
—

He wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.

She bucked under him, her shoulders and spine going rigid,
and then she screamed, a sharp, staccato sound.

The next moment, she climaxed.

He stopped holding back, gave up any semblance of control.

The pleasure was so all-consuming, it sucker-punched him and
dragged him down, nearly destroying him.

“I think I’m going to die from a heart attack,” he muttered
after nearly ten minutes passed.

Lou laughed, although the sound strained and ragged. “You
spank her and want her to be still? She needs more of that… Hell, let’s make
this really fun. Next, we’ll act like we’re attacking her. That’s a lot of
fun.”

Brogan tensed but Lacey was laughing. He watched from the
corner of his eye as she sighed and stretched. “Don’t say it if we can’t really
do it.”

“Hey, unlike some people, I don’t see the harm in playing
games with you.” Lou leaned in, pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re fun to play
with, Lacey.”

Brogan closed his eyes.
Playing games…is that what this
is for her…

Shit, it wasn’t just
games
for him.

“Why don’t you go shower?”

Lacey stretched again and then nodded, sitting up and
working her way out from between them. “Don’t kill each other, guys. Please?”

As the door swung shut behind her, silence fell.

It wasn’t a surprise that Lou was the one to break it.
“Lacey and I are all about games,” he said quietly. “We’ve been playing them
since college. And for Lacey…this is a game. It’s a fucked-up game, for sure,
but here’s the thing you never realized…it’s something she needs.”

“People don’t need games,” Brogan muttered, rolling to an
upright position and staring at the door where Lacey had just disappeared.

“Shit, tell that to the people who play them for a living.
Hell,
I
need games. Days like today…” Lou shrugged. “I need them. I
don’t do the D/s shit. I don’t want Lacey calling me
Master
and I can
get off just fine if she wants to be the one in the driver seat. But I want
more than just vanilla sex. I want it rough, and sometimes I want pain.
Sometimes I want to hurt her a little and sometimes I want her to hurt me.
That’s a need for me…for her.”

Brogan glanced back over his shoulder and saw Lou staring at
him. “You need it too. But here’s the real bitch—you
want
it from her,
and she
wants
it from you. Why are you so determined to screw that up?”

“You don’t know shit about what we have.”

“I know she spent a year being treated like a good girl
because you didn’t think she could take what you have.” Lou stood up and rolled
his head one way, then the other. Unconcerned with his audience, he tugged the
rubber off and took it to the garbage can by the door. “I’ve got two showers
down here. I’ve got models in and out of the place all the time. I’m using
one…then I’m going to go play with Lacey for a while longer. She’s finally
figuring out a few things and you should be too. She’s not going to linger
around here forever, licking her wounds. I’ll miss her when she’s gone. I
wonder if you’ll be smart enough to avoid that.”

“I can’t make her do a damn thing.”

Lou crooked a grin at him. “Nah, not if she really doesn’t
want to. But you see, another thing you haven’t figured out, Lacey is a
ball-busting bitch and she’s really good at pushing people around. Sometimes
she likes it when she’s the one being pushed around…if you’re playing the
game.” He paused and then asked, “So you up to playing Lacey’s games or not?”

Lacey’s games…

Brogan stood outside, looking up at the sky.

Lacey was still in the shower. Despite what he’d said about
playing more games, Lou had instead decided to vacate the premises.

Brogan eyed the key in his hand. It was the spare key to his
penthouse. He was going to give it to Lacey.

Assuming she’d listen to him.

Assuming she’d take him back.

Assuming he could get her to talk to him.

Assuming he could get his brain off his dick to have the
conversation they needed to have.

Fuck, he was such a moron.

He didn’t deserve her and he knew it. He’d ignored what she
needed, what she’d tried to tell him for nearly a year, all because he saw that
beautiful, laughing exterior and he remembered…

Sierra.

Closing his eyes, he remembered the day he walked into their
home and found her.

Her wrists slit, the note she’d written, the shame in each
word.

Then came all the ugly accusations, the bitterness.

Her father still hounded him and rarely did a few months go
by when one of her sisters didn’t try to call him. No doubt to tell him how
fucked up he was, and how much blame he had to bear.

All because he’d pushed her to a place where she wasn’t
comfortable.

She hadn’t been able to handle it and he hadn’t realized it
until it was too late.

It didn’t matter that she’d been mentally unstable to begin
with, and it hadn’t mattered that her father had basically asked her to whore
herself out to spy on the competition. Brogan had seen a beautiful woman and
he’d wanted her. He’d wanted her on his terms and it hadn’t been right for her
and it had pushed her too far.

When Lacey came out the shower, the house was too quiet.

Her stomach dropped and she thought for a minute that Brogan
had just left her.

But if he had, Lou would have been there.

As she paced the house, wondering at the silence, she passed
by the window to the heavily landscaped, gardened backyards and she saw him,
head bowed, standing there.

Without bothering to pull on anything but the terrycloth
robe Lou kept on hand for the models who used the bathroom, she headed outside,
her heart heavy in her chest.

And the weight only got worse when he turned and looked at
her. His face was haggard and his eyes were dull, almost lifeless. As she moved
to join him, he looked back out over the yard without saying a word.

Long, tense moments passed.

When he spoke, he said the last thing she would have
expected to hear him say. “If I could give you anything at all, what would you
want?”

Lacey closed her eyes. “I don’t want
things
from you,
Brogan.”
I want you to want me. To need me.

“I’m not talking about stuff, Lacey. I’m talking
about…anything.”

She frowned and then looked over at him. The flutter in her
chest might be hope. But it had been a long time since she’d felt hope. She
didn’t want to believe in it. “I only ever wanted you. I want you to give me yourself,
to share yourself, baby. To be with me, all the way.”

“All the way.” He nodded and then reached into his pocket.
When he handed her his wallet, she took it, stared at it blankly. “Look behind
my license.”

Seeing a woman’s picture was the last thing she expected.

Seeing her in a
wedding
dress, with her arms wrapped
around Brogan, was a double-fisted sucker punch. “You…” She swallowed the pain
in her chest. “You were married.”

“For two years. She’s been gone for almost ten years now.”

She pushed the picture back into its spot. “You all married
young.”

“Young enough. I was twenty-five. I knew what I wanted. What
mattered. She was twenty-seven. Older than me, but she didn’t know what she
wanted.” He laughed, but the sound was ugly and raw, like broken, rusty razor
blades ripping out of his flesh. “We married right as I was building the
company—her dad was the competition. My dad used to be partners with him and
when we
accidentally
met at a charity function, she laughed it off.
Let
bygones be bygones
…all that shit. She wrapped me and my dick around her
finger. Then I wrapped her up.”

Lacey moved toward him.

His head whipped up and the fire burning in his eyes pinned
her in place. “Don’t.” He shook his head and said again, his voice gruff,
“Don’t, Lace. Not right now. She used me, the whole damn time we were dating,
but then…things got weird. I think it got too real for her and I fucked with
her head.”

Rubbing her hand over the back of her mouth, Lacey stared at
him. “Just how did you do that?”

“Because while you play games with rough sex, I push it as
far as I can go,” he said, his voice taut. “I took
her
as far as she
could go. I never hurt her, and she loved everything we did…at the time. But
when she was alone, it was too much. She’d go to her dad and he’d pat her on
the head about what a good daughter she was, and he appreciated how she
sacrificed
for me. Then she’d come back to me and I’d tie her up and make her beg and
she’d love it…”

“It sounds to me like he’s the one who fucked with her
head,” Lacey said when his voice trailed off. “And she didn’t have the courage
to tell him to back off. Maybe she was falling for you and she just didn’t know
how to handle it.”

A humorless smile curved his lips.

“Yeah, well, nobody will ever know.”

“Why don’t you
ask
her?” Lacey demanded.

He closed his eyes.

Something sick stirred inside her heart and it only spread
when he said, “There’s a note behind the picture, Lace.”

She took it out carefully, eying the worn creases. How many
times had Brogan read this?

“There was another guy she’d been seeing when she
accidentally
made my acquaintance. Apparently it was the man her father had picked out for
her to marry. They were best friends as kids, good friends even while we were
together,” Brogan said softly. “And they were still making plans to get
together once I was out of the picture, or so her father likes to tell me. But
then somehow, they found out about my…deviant nature. He confronted her about
it, then told her he couldn’t stand to touch a woman who squealed like a whore
because a guy fucked her ass. I found out later that he’d paid one of my own
security men to put security cams in my house. The son of a bitch was spying on
us, gave the video feed to her dad, her sisters. Everybody. She killed herself
a week later.”

Lacey swallowed as she opened the note and started to read.

Brogan

It’s hard to write this, harder still knowing that you’ll
get through this somehow, and I’m just too weak.

I never set out with the intention to hurt you. My father
is a hard man to tell no. He’s a hard man, period. Not unlike you in some ways.

I want you to know that I never did tell him the
information that he asked for. Many times I started to, but then something
would make me stop. But I can’t live with myself anymore and I can’t look at
myself knowing that everybody who cares about me knows what I’ve done over the
past few years.

I’ve lived a lie.

I’ve embarrassed myself.

Forgive me.

Love, Sierra

An ache in her throat, she folded it back up and slid it
into its spot before moving back to him. He didn’t take the wallet so she
tucked it into his pocket. “This is why you don’t want to share yourself with
me,” she said quietly.

“This is why I don’t want to share myself with anybody,” he
corrected. “But I find that changing, around you. Even if Sierra did fuck me
over—”

Lacey frowned. “I don’t think she did.”

Reaching up, she smoothed her hand down his shirt and then
wrapped her arms around his neck. “Brogan, I read the note of a woman asking
you to forgive her. She was a woman ashamed of the lies she told you. Ashamed
that everybody would know that she went into that marriage as a lie.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but then he shook his head.
“None of that matters now. It’s past time to let her go. This is what matters…
I
fucked up with you. I wouldn’t bring you in because the last time I let
somebody in, it tore me open. But that’s not fair. Not to you, not to us. I
fucked up and I’m sorry. Will you give us another chance?”

Then he held up his hand.

She looked down, her heart jumping around in her throat.

And it almost leaped out when she saw the key.

“That…” She licked her lips. “What is that?”

“A key. I want you to move in with me, Lacey. I want a real
chance. With you. For us.”