Men of Fortune 1: Derek (9 page)

“Perfectly suited,” he agreed.

“Exactly my thought.”

They kissed, soft, warm kisses that spoke of
promise and trust and love.

She nestled against him, content. “You were
telling me about all those women you shared with Adam and
Matthias?”

“No, I wasn’t telling you about them,” he
corrected. “What I wanted you to know was that after the group sex,
after my dates had tasted Adam and Matthias, they’d usually prefer
either one of them. Not all of them, mind you, but enough to dent
my ego. You’ve seen Adam. His cock is much thicker and longer than
mine—”

“I prefer yours,” she purred, her pussy
walls contracting around his semi-hard cock still buried in
her.

“You’re good for my ego.” He laughed and
hugged her. “But you haven’t seen his moves yet”—she remembered
Adam’s moniker, bestowed on him by previous lovers—“nor that of
Matthias—”

“I like your moves,” she said in a seductive
drawl as she rotated her hips.

He gasped. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“A good death, I hope.”

“The best.” He kissed her again, slow and
lingering. “I like your moves, too.”

Carly stroked his jaw with the back of her
fingers before cupping his chin. “So you’re okay now?”

She understood why he had to look to Adam
for confirmation. As Derek had said, it wasn’t her. His fear was
deep-seated, probably going as far back as his mother—yes, she’d
heard about the bitch—and all those women who’d abandoned him and
found him wanting.

But he had her now. She would do everything
in her power to erase those anxieties, his beliefs that he wasn’t
enough, and his fear that she would leave him one day for another
man. Because she never would. Because she loved him, all of him.
Knowing his vulnerability only made her love him more. It made her
feel…needed in a way she hadn’t felt before.

“I love you so much it hurts.” He hugged her
tight, and his voice broke as he said, “I don’t know what I’d do
if…if…”

“Never,” she vowed, “I love you.” Then she
remembered how he’d wrung from her mouth the confession that she’d
found his cousins attractive. She blanched. He’d mentioned a test.
Was that part of the test, too? If not, had her answers added
damage to him? “Um, are you mad at me?”

She felt his startled surprise. “What
for?”

He broke their embrace so he could search
her face. She met his eyes. She would face this head on. “For
being…attracted to your cousins. But that’s only natural,” she
rushed on to say, “the way anyone would be drawn to beauty. While I
may admire them like any woman, I do have a mind and a will, Derek,
and I would never betray—”

“I know.” He placed a finger across her
mouth. She was bemused to see him smiling. “You proved that with
Adam. To answer your question, I’m not mad at you. In fact, you
could say I’m…pleased.”

“Pleased?”

An expectant light entered his eyes, as well
as a hint of anticipation. Within her, his cock swelled. She gasped
and moaned. Desire swirled within her.

“How would you like to fuck my cousins, dear
wife?”

“You’re not serious!” She gasped again, this
time in shock.

“That must’ve come out the wrong way. How
about this instead?” A beat. “How would you like my cousins to fuck
you, my dear wife?”

“Derek! They don’t find me attractive—”

“Wanna bet?” His eyes glinted with secret
amusement.

“Derek…” she said his name helplessly. She
wouldn’t betray her husband, but what if said husband was the one
who wanted her to have sex with other men? What he was suggesting
was beyond betrayal, and in a way, it freed her to confront her own
desires. On the one hand, she was tempted and fascinated by Derek’s
proposition. She felt wanton and wicked. Scandalous. In essence,
she knew what that was all about—sharing, the way he’d shared his
women with his cousins before. On the other hand, she didn’t think
she could bear the rejection if his cousins didn’t want her, if
they were confronted with the physical proof. Women could fake
easily, while men didn’t find it so easy.

He smiled at her, a tender smile that made
her melt. “Why don’t we take it one step at a time? We’ll stop
whenever you don’t feel comfortable.”

She had to know. “Is this what you really
want, Derek? To share me with your cousins? As another test?”

“Another test?” His brows shot up. “God, no.
The test is over. You passed. This is for you.”

“For me?” she squeaked. “I never told you
about this fantasy.”

His smile became wider, turned wolfish.
“Fantasy, huh? Glad we’re on the same page.”

“So you want this?”

“I want to see my cousins fuck you, yes. On
a deep, very basic level, it will satisfy something in me.” He
shook his head. “I don’t know why, but it will. However, I won’t
push it if it’s not something you want to do.”

“But you want it.”

“I’ll survive.” He raised her hand to his
lips and placed a kiss in the center of her palm. “Like I said, if
you don’t want to be shared, I won’t force you. Whatever your
decision, it won’t change what I feel for you; you have to believe
that.”

She needed a little more time to adjust to
the idea. She’d long wanted to try a moresome, even if just once,
but to be handed the opportunity without warning or preparation was
unsettling. So, she latched on to something he’d mentioned earlier.
“You said this was for me. How could it be when you don’t even know
of my fantasy?”

Derek sobered. “You’re beautiful, Carly,
inside and out. Your breasts are perfect.” He leaned down to suckle
her nipples, making her moan before he placed a final kiss on each
rosy bud. “Your pussy holds me so snugly I can’t ask for a tighter
one.” He captured both her hands in his and squeezed. “You smile
and light up my day with joy. You take such good care of me I
gained three pounds in the time we’re together. You listen when I
complain about my work, and you’re content to keep me company at
home. You’re a good wife, and I couldn’t ask for a better lover or
friend.”

Her heart squeezed with poignant emotion.
She was all that to him?

“But your insecurities eat at me.” Silent
despair crossed his face. “I can’t stand it—you not seeing just how
wonderful you are. I thought if you could see how attractive you
are, not just to me but to other men, it would be a first step
toward building your self-confidence—”

Which was where his cousins came in.

She didn’t know if she would ever understand
the dichotomy that was Derek Fortune. On the one hand, sharing his
woman would fulfill a basic part in him, yet doing so might cause
him to lose her. He could’ve chosen not to share her ever, since he
would survive even if he didn’t. Yet, he chose to do so, not for
himself, but for her.

One thing she did know was that she meant a
lot to him, and she was only beginning to realize just
how much
.

And because it seemed apt that this was a
day of revelations for her, she realized in a soaring burst of
freedom that only Derek mattered. How other people see her didn’t
matter anymore, how they judged her, belittled her, deemed her
unworthy—oh, who was she kidding? She still had a long battle ahead
of her, but one day, other people’s opinions would cease to matter.
Her mother and sister had done a thorough job on her, but she
wouldn’t let them win. Because in Derek’s eyes, she was worthy.

“You’re wonderful,” she murmured, stopping
him in his speech and kissing him with all the heartfelt feelings
rising up in her.

“You’ll do it?” Hopeful brown eyes gazed at
her. He didn’t need to explain what “it” was.

Yes, she’d do his cousins, because that was
what he wanted. That was what
she
wanted. As much as her fantasies
involved having a few men dance attendance on her, it was a minor
consideration compared to assuaging his basic need. She would do
this for him, just as he had arranged this for her.

She nodded.

Now that the moment was at hand, her mouth
went dry. What if one or two—or, heaven forbid, all—of the men
didn’t find her to their liking?

She wouldn’t let it affect her, she decided.
After all, a man’s taste in women, just like everything else, was
varied and subjective.

Derek helped her to stand, and she mourned
the loss of his cock in her. Just before they re-entered the dining
room, she curled her hand around his still erect cock and gave him
a good rub. Swallowing his moan with her mouth, she kissed him with
all the love in her. “I’ll take care of this later.” A promise.

“You bet.” He returned her kiss, running his
hands down her naked form.

Suddenly anxious, she broke the kiss and
looked down at herself. “Should I—?”

“No.” He dropped a kiss on her mouth.
“You’re lovely.”

“I’m lovely,” she repeated.

“Beyond words.”

“I’m lovely beyond words,” she said,
following Derek as he led her out of the kitchen. She smiled,
surprised that she was starting to believe. A little kernel buried
in her self-esteem was starting to sprout, to show leaves.

The men lounged in the chairs, their
conversation breaking off when the door swung open. Adam, who was
seated nearest the door, still naked, jumped up and bowed. “Hello,
fair lady. I take it you’re joining us?” His brown-eyed gaze roamed
over her, stopping her breath in her chest. Aside from Derek, no
other man had looked at her with such blatant carnality in his eyes
before.

Perhaps Derek was right? Could this
impossibly handsome man before her want her? Find her
attractive?

Her gaze dropped to his groin, where his
cock jutted from a nest of black curls. Before her eyes, his
semi-erect state was changing, his cock hardening and growing. She
watched, mesmerized, and she could no more stop her hand from
reaching out and taking him in her palm than she could stop
breathing.

He was a heated piece of velvet steel
burning her hand. Even as she caressed him with tentative strokes,
she could feel him becoming even harder. Longer.

“For me?” she asked in a breathless
whisper.

“Yes,” Adam replied, groaning and closing
his eyes.

She remembered what Derek had said, and
feeling up Adam’s nine inches of thick goodness, just imagining the
pleasure he could give her, she could understand why women had left
Derek for his cousin.

And this utterly, delicious, much sought
after man—the “great fuck machine Adam Fortune”—wanted her, found
her attractive.

The thought buoyed her, made her believe
that maybe, just maybe, her mother and sister were wrong after all.
That men—and not just Derek—liked her, desired her.

A whole new world opened up in front of her,
a world that was the same and yet not-the-same, a world through
which she was seeing with different eyes.

The thought was heady, made her giddy and
delirious.

The other men crowded around them, all
tempting, naked flesh and hard bodies.

Matthias had the face of an angel, yet his
body was all man, the sort that caused a woman to drool.
Previously, she found it hard to look away from the perfection of
his face, but now, his body held her in thrall. And his cock…

Oh. My. God. He could rival Adam’s in length
and thickness.

Her pussy clenched, and she moaned with
anticipation at having him inside her.

“For you, too,” Matthias said in a grave
voice, curling her lifeless hand around his cock.

She couldn’t have imagined this, having her
two hands full of hard cock, neither of which was her husband’s.
Helpless to resist, she rubbed along the enticing lengths. The air
hummed with erotic vibration and tension-filled anticipation. She
let it settle over her skin, into her bones and pool at the
juncture of her thighs. Sopping wet, her pussy walls contracted,
eager for one of these rigid shafts to pound into her. More
empowering was the knowledge that she was the cause of so many
erections, that her appearance evoked this intensity of desire in
these experienced men.

Adam lowered his head and kissed her, one
hand moving to cup the back of her head. She kissed him back, their
tongues caressing and tangling in her mouth. His kiss was soft and
tentative, exploratory, and his other hand roamed her body,
squeezing her breast and gliding over her back, trailing fire
wherever he passed.

No, wait. There were other hands on her
body, too many she couldn’t count, couldn’t keep track of. Lips
were moving over her ass cheeks, kissing and nipping, while fingers
were sliding into her pussy, rubbing against her folds. Too many
fingers, as two digits from a different hand eased into her
channel. Ragged, heartfelt moans sliced through the air, and it was
with shock that she realized the sounds were coming from her. She
never made those kinds of sounds before.

Mouths latched onto each of her breasts,
suckling and teasing her nipples alternatively. Oh, oh. She’d
never…
never
had both breasts sucked simultaneously before, and the feeling was
overwhelming. They sucked deep, shooting liquid fire straight to
her pussy. The one on her left—Matthias—grazed his teeth across her
nipple, sending ripples thrumming through her. He bit down lightly,
and pleasure and pain twisted together in molten streams that sped
throughout her body.

Unconsciously, her fingers tightened around
the cocks in her hands, which caused Matthias to groan against her
breast. As for Adam, his kiss turned hard and forceful, more
passionate and sure. He plundered her mouth, taking her sweetness
and whatever else she had to give, just as the hand in her pussy
withdrew and someone insinuated himself between her thighs and
plundered her pussy with equal fervor. He swiped his tongue across
her core in one long lick, before he settled down to sip at her
juices, thrusting his tongue into her channel to draw out more of
her cream.