Shades of Ménage : A Dystopian Romance Ménage & Post Catastrophic Romance Ménage Boxed Set Series - Ultimate Four-Book Collection (20 page)

Her mind shattered.

She ground herself harder on his thick cock. Riding the agonizing waves of ecstasy. Focusing on the shards of sensations pummeling her.

Beneath her, Luke growled his own pleasure.

She gave him no mercy, and rode him so hard and so fast that he cried out.

Whether it was from pain or pleasure, she didn’t care anymore.

She wanted this pleasure to last forever and instinctively knew a wild, carnal side of her had been unleashed forever.

Now that she’d had the brand of Luke Outlaw’s engorged penis deep inside her pussy she knew she would never let him go.

* * * * *

Late the next morning the clouds hung low over the valley as Callie sat on the cliffs overlooking their tiny log cabin, her pussy aching and sore from last night’s sex.

Five years she’d waited for last night.

Five long years she’d craved for something that should have happened on their wedding night like they’d planned.

Guilt assailed her at having their original plans ruined, but at least she was now sexually branded by the man she loved.

Yet, there were still secrets that she needed to confess.

Secrets she had to tell him before this went any further. She had to give him the opportunity to learn the truth so he could walk away. Before it was too late.

For her though, it was already too late. She realized that now. Had realized it deep down inside her heart the minute she’d seen his shadowy silhouette in the cabin doorway the first night he’d arrived injured.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

The time had come for her to tell Luke her secrets.

* * * * *

You may kiss the bride.

Those words echoed in Luke’s ears so clearly that his eyes popped wide open and he immediately reached for the chain necklace he’d seen on the nearby night table.

Shit!

The tags were there but the rings were gone.

Why hadn’t he detected it before?

Luke grinned and ran a hand over his bristly face.

He hadn’t noticed because he’d been too busy getting reacquainted with Callie.

At the thought of her, his cock roared to life.

Hardening. Pulsing. Readying itself to make love to her once more.

Man! Last night had been awesome.

The frantic way she’d rode him. Her wild cries as she’d climaxed over and over. She hadn’t been able to get enough of fucking him. He hadn’t been able to get enough of getting fucked by her.

By the way his cock was swelling and his balls were so rigid it was beginning to hurt, he couldn’t wait to find her and start fucking her.

Screw his bum shoulder. He’d put up with the pain.

He whipped aside the sheet and got out of bed.

A quick glance around the room for his clothes made him frown. Where the hell were his clothes?

Those were the only clothes he had here, having removed the rest years ago when he’d cleaned out the place before heading off to the Wars.

If he was lucky, he might have at least a pair of old underwear stashed in one of the drawers.

Opening the top drawer, he smiled when he saw a few pairs of Callie’s skimpy underwear.

Before the government had abducted her, she’d moved some of her clothes into the cabin. He hadn’t had the heart to get rid of them. Instead, he’d taken his stuff and simply boarded up the windows and walked away.

He was about to shut the drawer when a golden glitter peeking out from beneath one of her panties caught his eye. Lifting it, he gasped with surprise.

The wedding rings were nestled in her panties.

You may kiss the bride.

Those words echoed in his ears.

Weird.

Turning, he spied two pails sitting in the middle of the room.

A drop came down and splashed noisily into the bucket.

Looking up, Luke saw two bullet holes in the ceiling.

What the hell?

Chapter Six

Callie hesitated at the door.

Luke was already up. He whistled happily inside the cabin.

Dare she tell him her secrets?

Dare she break his heart?

But she had to. If they were ever going to have a future, she needed to tell him.

Do it now, Callie!
her mind urged.
Do it now, before he finds out on his own and never forgives you.

Tell him everything or she would slowly go insane with these lies between them.

Biting her bottom lip, she turned the doorknob and shakily stepped inside the cabin.

Her mouth dropped open at the erotic sight.

Luke stood in front of the woodstove, frying some scrambled eggs in a frying pan.

And he was totally naked.

Oh. My. Gosh.

His ass cheeks were wonderfully plump and she resisted the urge to lave her tongue over those masculine cheeks.

He must have heard her come in for he turned around and smiled sweetly. Almost too sweetly.

Uneasiness slipped through her and her breath backed up in her lungs.

“
Oh, look what the cat dragged in,” he said.

“
What are you doing?”

“
Cooking you breakfast.”

“
Without any clothes?”

“
When a woman makes a man’s clothes disappear, he gets some interesting ideas and has certain expectations.”

Certain expectations? Her pussy throbbed wildly.

“
I did the laundry down in the pond this morning. I have your clothes hanging out on the line. They should be dry soon,” she explained.

“
The laundry. What a lovely wifely duty.”

Her heart picked up speed at his remark.

He continued stirring the eggs and she couldn’t help but notice the golden glint on his finger.

Oh, my!

He’d found the wedding rings in the underwear drawer.

He settled the frying pan on the nearby countertop and turned around. A dark fire of lust ignited inside her pussy as she got a full frontal view of his massive erection.

She could only stare as he drew closer, holding out his hand. Her wedding ring glittered in his palm.

“
I think you forgot to tell me something.”

“
You remembered?”

“
Bits and pieces. The holes in the ceiling kind of prodded me into the right direction.”

Thank goodness, one of the secrets was finally out in the open.

“
Please, let me explain.”

“
I’m all ears.” He took another step toward her.

“
Um…well, when you woke up and didn’t say anything I thought you’d been too drunk to remember.”

“
You could have told me.”

“
I didn’t think you’d believe me. I thought…you might think I was looking for an excuse for us to be together,” she said, quite aware that he was now standing right in front of her in all his naked glory, pure masculine heat radiated off him and slammed into her in erotic waves.

His eyes darkened, whether it was with lust or anger, or a combination of both, she wasn’t sure. Whatever it was he’d never looked at her quite this way before.

It made her flesh burn with want and at the same time, it made fear shimmy through her.

She took a step backward and her butt smacked against the closed door.

“
Give me your left hand,” he growled.

She held out her hand and watched breathlessly as he slid the smooth ring onto her finger.

“
With this ring I thee wed,” he said.

Quickly, he let go of her hand.

Muscles bulged in his arms as he raised them and placed his hands on the wall on each side of her, effectively trapping her.

He lowered his head and his warm lips touched her neck. The sensual touch almost had her knees buckling.

“
We haven’t had our wedding night yet,” he whispered.

“
We…last night.”

“
Not the same. I didn’t know we were married then. I want a proper consummation of our wedding night and I want it my way, and I want it now.”

His teeth nipped sharply at her neck.

She yelped at the erotic pain.

He kissed the area where he’d just bitten, taking away the hurt.

“
But first, I’m going to give you a dose of punishment for lying to me.”

“
I…I didn’t lie about us…I…simply avoided telling you.”

She cried out as he planted a teasing nibble along a sensitive spot between her shoulder blade and neck.

“
Avoiding the truth is just as good as lying, Callie. Lift up your arms, sweetheart. We’re going to start the punishment phase.”

Excitement roared through her at his whispered command. She did as he asked and raised her arms into the air.

His hot hands slid along her belly and he lifted her shirt.

“
I want you naked, Callie. I want to hear your wild cries as I make love to you like a man makes love to his wife.”

Her shirt pushed up higher and her braless breasts spilled free.

A split second later, her shirt was off and Luke was staring at her breasts.

His eyes sparked with lusty heat. His breathing was heavy and tortured. He smelled of perspiration and wild sex.

“
My wife has the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. Not too big. Not too small. Nice and plump with nipples so large I can nibble on them all day. But first I have to punish you for lying to me.”

His hands intertwined with hers and he pulled her toward the bed. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them before. The exotic sight made intense sensations flood her.

When they reached the bed, he dropped her hands. “Take off your pants and your underwear. I want you on the bed, on your hands and knees so I can administer your punishment.”

Callie blinked at his instruction.

On the bed? On her hands and knees?

What in the world did he have in store for her?

He moved over to the kitchen area and busied himself with something. The thought of going over to see what he was up to was so great she almost did it but at that instant he looked at her over his shoulder, sexual hunger blazing in his eyes.

“
Do it now, Callie. Hands and knees on the bed, ass facing me.”

His voice dripped with lust and Callie hurried to do his bidding.

What was he planning to do to her? Spank her like she was some bad little girl?

Oh, please. If he did that she’d burst out laughing.

When she was totally naked she climbed onto the bed and did as he asked.

No sooner had she gotten into the required position, his warm hands smoothed a sensual caress over the curves of her ass cheeks.

“
That feels wonderful,” she hissed. “Yet it seems an unusual form of punishment.”

“
More to come.”

His strong hands settled over both sides of her hips and he held tight. His hot breath whispered against the crack of her ass and a new urgency raced through her.