Peaches 'n' Cream (11 page)
It was the moment she had been dreading. Pulling back from Ryan’s arms, she looked at Logan. He was eating, seeming not to care at all about their reunion. He probably doesn’t, she thought dismally, feeling the sting. Pushing aside the discomfort of it, she tried to find that woman inside her she could always count on. She was a confident woman. She had to come to terms with the fact that the man didn’t want her.
“I’m sorry about dropping you, Logan. I could have caused your death.” Logan took the time to swallow before he looked at her. His amber eyes were unreadable.
“You didn’t cause it. Ryan told me you’ve been blaming yourself. Don’t.” He returned his attention to his food, effectively dismissing her.
Though she felt the pain deep inside, she didn’t cry. Not a single tear misted her eyes. Relieved that her pride had finally shown up, she sat down with the three men to eat her meal.
She smiled as Ryan recounted his time in town. Once Logan was recovering, he had decided to spend time playing pool, signing autographs for tourists and friends, shopping, and generally making himself a nuisance at Colt Redford’s club, though he confessed he hadn’t actually gotten beyond Colt’s office.
“What did you go there for?” she asked with interest, thinking of the beautifully handsome man. Logan had told her Colt was more extreme in his dark pleasures than he was.
Interesting.
“I got permission for us to take you there. As soon as this weather breaks, we’re going to go have some fun.” He was extremely pleased with himself. As he said the words, he pulled a large box from beneath the table. “You can wear this. I have some more stuff. Shoes and a collar. You can’t go in without one. House rules.”
“You can’t either,” Logan growled, slamming his fork down on his empty plate. He shoved himself away from the table. “The moment you walk in there, some Dom is going to collar you and make you his pretty bitch. Didn’t Colt make that clear?” Ryan squirmed. “He might have mentioned it.”
“With Colt there is no
might
. If you go into his dungeon, you’ll have to be there as Damien’s sub. You okay with that?” The grin, which split his ruggedly handsome face, was not a nice one. It looked like one a wolf would wear before a kill. The question, the subject, brought back memories for the three others in the room. Everything became absolutely still. Logan’s narrowing gaze moved from one to the other. “Hmm, seems there are things going on here I 57
would never have suspected.” He rose from the table, dropping his napkin on the table. “Be sure you know what you’re doing before you go there. Even if it’s just to watch, and not participate, there are still strict rules to follow.”
They stared after him as he left the room. “Don’t worry. He can’t know. Besides, nothing really happened.” Her voice was soft, reassuring, as she reached for each of their hands. “We certainly don’t need to go to Colt’s club to have fun. Besides, I’ve worked in a BDSM club. I don’t need to go to see what happens there.”
“You worked in one? You never mentioned that.”
“I’ve had a lot of jobs. Some were simply more interesting than others. The pay was damned good, as I recall.”
Determined to get their minds off Logan and his suspicions, which weren’t entirely true, she jumped up from the table. “Forget this stuff. I’ll take care of it in the morning. I want to see what you brought me.” She reached the door before she remembered something. She turned to Damien with a grin. “Bring the bottle of honey, won’t you, sweetheart?” Once they were in her room, which had turned into
their
room, Ryan was all over her.
Happiness bubbled over. She had waited so many long days and nights for this. Even Damien was amused by his friend’s eagerness to make up for lost time.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” he moaned, kissing her neck as he tried to peel her shirt up off her body.
Groaning when he realized he was going to have to stop loving on her for a moment so he could remove her clothes, he pulled the shirt off and threw it across the room. Damien reached around to open the front clasp of her bra. It, too, went flying. A cat jumped on it, growling ferociously before twisting its body up in a tangle of lace, satin, and elastic.
Ryan kissed his way down her body, falling to his knees so he could press hot kisses to her stomach. He pressed his cheek to it. Her fingers threaded through his silky hair, holding him close. It was such a tender gesture it made her heart ache.
“I missed you, too. There’s always one side of me that’s cold.”
“No more. I’m here to keep you warm now.”
Strong fingers worked the button on her jeans and then pulled down the zipper. Slippers were pulled off, followed by socks. As the jeans came down, taking her panties with them, Ry-an pressed a kiss to every inch of soft skin he exposed. With her pussy creaming between her thighs, the ache in her womb growing steadily, Peaches was ready to melt. When his mouth found her wet pussy, he began kissing and licking it, his tongue sliding between the swollen folds. He buried his nose in it, inhaling deeply.
Pushing Peaches’s thighs slightly apart, Ryan pushed a finger into her throbbing channel.
Moaning, her fingers gripped his soft brown hair. Her pelvis moved forward, seeming of its own accord, seeking his mouth, eager for more of his special attention. He didn’t disappoint.
The tip of his tongue flicked through the juicy folds until he found her clit. A sharp cry of pleasure escaped her throat as her back arched.
Damien was also busy trying to discover what would pleasure her most. Pressed close to her back, he had reached around to cup her breasts, weighing them in his rough palms, his thumbs and forefingers pulling them until the areolas were bunched, the nipples pebble hard.
His long, thick cock was branding her skin, pushing between the mounds of her buttocks.
Trembling, Peaches leaned her upper body against him, her head falling back against his 58
shoulder. There was a satisfied male chuckle as he dipped his head to begin nuzzling the side of her slender neck. A day’s worth of beard scraped her skin.
“Are you getting hot, baby?”
“Yes. I have both my lovers now. It’s perfect. I can’t wait to see how hot I can get,” she gasped, trembling violently as Ryan slid a second finger into her body.
Together they teased and tormented Peaches until she was all but sobbing, her body trying to twist away. She had gone beyond hot. The pleasure was so unbearable it bordered on pain. Strong, callused hands held her firmly, steadily, forcing her to take it all. Every last thing they did to her was maddening. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She sobbed. She wanted free.
She wanted them to force her to see it to the end. She wanted to fly.
When Ryan and Damien pulled away from her, Peaches dazedly realized they thought they had gone too far. “No, oh fucking no!” she sobbed, so close to the most intense orgasm of her life. It was there, just hovering. She was balancing on a knife’s edge. “Don’t fucking stop,” she pleaded, not caring if she sounded pathetic or desperate.
Chapter Eight
The door suddenly opened, slamming into the wall. Plaster sprinkled to the floor behind it. Her wild eyes went to the opening. Her breasts heaved with every labored breath. Her belly quivered. Logan stood there in nothing but his jeans, looking dangerous, looking fucking beautiful. And so fucking hot she almost came, something she wanted to do more than anything at that moment. The button of his jeans was undone, the zipper slightly down, exposing a tantalizing line of black hair. The waistband of his long, body-hugging briefs teased her gaze.
Flaming amber raked over her vulnerable, trembling form.
“You two fuckups just can’t get anything right.” He stormed across the room, sweeping the trembling Peaches from between them. Carrying her to the bed he threw her down. She bounced once before he was on it, on her, pushing her legs wide. His hot amber gaze looked at her, the cream flowing from her body, the swollen flesh of her labia, the clit so rigid it stood alone between the petals of her pink sex. He opened his palm and she saw two small clamps.
She knew where they were going. Moaning, she held her breath as he attached them to her nipples. Pain shot through her, straight to her womb. It pulled her muscles tight and then slowly began morphing into pleasure. She tilted precariously on the edge of that knife. Her gaze widened as he pulled his rigid, monstrous cock from his jeans. “I’ll take you where you want to go,” he promised hoarsely.
He didn’t even bother to remove his jeans. Peaches didn’t care. She was so close to the edge. When his cock plunged into her she was set afire. He was inside her. Logan was shoving his cock deep inside her. The thought was enough to stoke the fires, getting them going again after the unexpected withdrawal of her men’s attentions. This man wasn’t going to worry about a few tears, a few sobs. He was going to push and push and push until he
shoved
her over the edge.
There was no sympathy inside him. Torturing an orgasm from a woman was the kind of thing he lived for. Peaches almost sighed with relief as she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips.
Strong fingers bit into the curves of her ass, pulling her tight to every powerful thrust of his body. His breathing was harsh. His handsome, rugged face was a thing of beauty above her. His cock was like a powerful piston. It rammed in and out of her, sliding easily within the cream-coated walls of her throbbing, clenching pussy. When he shifted their positions slightly the base of his cock began stroking her clit.
“Oh fuck, yes!”
The broad wall of his chest pushed against the clamps on her nipples. The drag was torturous. She loved it.
Panting, her mind focusing on that one thing she wanted most, she clung to his broad shoulders.
“That’s it,” he growled. She opened her eyes to find him watching her. Heat flared in her womb. Her pussy tightened around his cock. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me to stop. You won’t have one mind-bending orgasm. They are going to go on and on until you really can’t take it anymore.”
Just the sexily growled words were enough. The promise sent flames of passion flaring over and through her primed body. Peaches felt her toes curling. The muscles in her legs tightened. Her back arched, lifting him easily as she screamed. She bucked, writhed, and fought against him, feeling completely maddened. Powerful arms held her tightly.
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Logan proved relentless in keeping his promise. Her body had no sooner begun to come down off the wave of ecstasy when he moved, rolling, taking her with him so she was riding astride him.
Those strong fingers of his went to her nipples, pulling on the clamps, as she began to ride him as hard and fast as she could. When he almost viciously pinched her clit she came again, while he remained in complete control of himself. Ryan and Damien had said Logan could last for a very long time. They hadn’t lied.
The next time he spoke it was to order her to put her hands behind her neck. It pulled her swollen, aching breasts up, thrusting them forward as he grasped her hips, forcing her to begin riding him again.
“Close your eyes.” After she had done so, he continued in a low growl. “I want you to think about all the things I’m going to do to you. I’ll start with putting a ball gag in that sweet mouth of yours. Then I’ll strap you in a whipping chair. You won’t be able to move. This beautiful ass of yours is going to be all mine. I’m going to do things to it you’ve never dreamed of.
You’ll resist at first. Submitting to me will go against everything you’ve believed about yourself. You’ll fight, you’ll scream. But you will never use your safe word. You would consider that weak. As I break you, you’ll want more and more, to prove your strength, to prove you’re strong enough to take anything I can do to your lovely body. Then you’ll find that place, where the pain turns into pleasure so intense you’ll begin to crave it like a drug. That’s when you’ll be mine.”
Peaches saw and felt it all. The graphic images seared her brain. She could see herself strapped into the chair, could see him admiring his handiwork, her ass, the way her breasts dangled beneath. He would attach things to her. He would shove things
into
her. He would take a paddle to her ass until she entered that place he spoke of.
Dropping her arms, she began shuddering violently. Her fingers clawed at his chest as she came, ripping his skin, as she was thrown one last time into a cataclysmic orgasm. Colors and light flashed behind her eyelids. A scream of something akin to agony was torn from her parched lips.
She never felt the strong arms that caught hold of her. They lifted her gently away from Logan, to arrange her beside him. They began to cover her with blankets, but he stopped them.
“Don’t,” he growled, rising from the bed to remove his jeans and underwear. He stroked his cock and balls as her eyelids fluttered open. “Open your legs for me.”
“You’re going to fucking kill her.” It was an exaggeration but told how worried Ryan was about Logan’s treatment of her.
Peaches smiled a little. What a way to go, with Logan fucking her into oblivion.
“Shut the fuck up. She wants this from me. If you don’t want to watch, get the fuck out.” Peaches’s body felt heavy. Her limbs felt like they were filled with lead. Yet she moved them. She knew one thing. Logan hadn’t come yet. And she so wanted to feel his thick length deep inside of her when he came.
