7
Ally fitted the key to the back door of Rob’s
ranch house and stepped inside. The range hood light was on, and
the scent of pizza and coffee lingered in the air. She half
expected to see Rob’s mom cooking or Lauren sitting at the table
watching TV and arguing with Rob. His parents had retired to
Florida, but did Lauren still live there? Ally paused for a
horrified moment. Surely Rob wouldn’t have invited her over if that
was true.
The hum of the TV and a faint glow of
light illuminated the hallway that led to the family room and the
three bedrooms beyond. Ally slid the key back into her pocket and
bit her lip as she contemplated her next move. Rob’s truck was in
the driveway, so she was pretty sure he was home. It was time to
make a choice and live how she wanted to, even if only for a short
while.
She took off her flip-flops and walked
barefoot on the warm cherrywood floorboards. She saw the back of
Rob’s head first. He was lying on the couch watching some baseball
game. He didn’t turn around as she approached, but she sensed he
knew she was there. She came around the edge of the couch and
deliberately dropped her gaze to the floor. With shaking fingers,
she unbuttoned her thin pink blouse and took it off, then shimmied
out of her jeans.
“Leave your bra and panties
on.”
She still didn’t look at him as she
sank to her knees and locked her hands in the small of her
back.
He reached out and caressed her cheek.
“Yeah. That’s better. Move closer.”
She shuffled awkwardly toward him until
she knelt between his spread jean-covered knees. She held her
breath as he cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs unerringly
locating her nipples. She kept her gaze on his big hands as he
plucked at her nipples with fingers and thumbs, drawing them into
hard, aching points. He kept it up until the pleasure became edged
with an intense throbbing, and she leaned into his
touch.
“Take your bra off.”
She fumbled with the catch and caught
her breath as the thin lace brushed against her hard nipples. He
stared at her small breasts for so long that she almost wished to
cover herself up again. His thumb circled her areola, and she
fought back a whimper as he lowered his head.
Her breast was small enough that he
could draw almost all of it into his mouth. He sucked hard, forcing
her already-tender nipple up to the roof of his mouth before
concentrating all his attention on it. She wanted to moan, wanted
him to stop, and wanted him to keep adding to the sensations that
were surrounding her until she came apart in his arms.
The ache deepened until it felt like a
red-hot wire connected her nipple to her sex. His teeth closed over
her flesh, and she gasped his name. He immediately released her
nipple and sat back, not touching her, leaving her shaking with
need and already missing the hot suction of his mouth.
“Are you wet for me,
Ally?”
She nodded but kept her gaze fixed on
his hands, which now lay on his lap, framing the impressive bulge
of his cock. She stiffened as he unbuckled his belt and drew it out
of its loops. He folded it in his hand and rubbed the leather
against her breasts. She couldn’t help the hitch in her breathing
and he noticed it too.
“You took your time making up your
mind, Ally.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” She dared to look up at
him, and his gaze was cool. “You can call me sir, or Officer, or
master—I’ll let you choose.”
“I thought you weren’t into those kinds
of power games.”
“It’s not a game. I just want to hear
you say it.”
She studied him for a long minute as
she frantically considered her options.
“Ally . . .”
“Yes, sir.” She
dropped her gaze and fixed her attention on the leather
belt.
“I don’t like being kept
waiting.”
Ally said nothing, and he let the belt
hang free; then he slapped it gently against the side of his thigh
and let it flick out over her, catching her hip bone, her thigh,
the front of her panties. The soft slap of the supple leather made
her feel centered inside. She closed her eyes to savor it, only to
open them again when the belt flicked more aggressively against her
skin.
“Turn around and lean over the coffee
table.”
“What are you going to do to
me?”
“I’m going to paddle your ass. What do
you think?” He gently cupped her chin and made her look at him. “I
thought by coming here you’d accepted the rules.”
“What rules?”
“My rules. Now do it.”
Ally swallowed convulsively and did
what he said, using her arms to pillow her head against the
coldness of the glass tabletop. She shivered as she felt him pull
down her panties.
“I’m not telling you how many strokes
you’re going to get, because I don’t want you thinking there’s an
end to what I choose to do to you.”
Ally didn’t say anything. Her body was
already anticipating the first real touch of the leather on her
skin. They’d played this game before, and he knew it turned her on.
It had been so long since she’d allowed anyone to touch her like
this, far too long. His first stroke was more of a caress than a
slap, and she found herself arching her back into the
blow.
Rob muttered something that sounded
like a curse and kept going. After the sixth stroke, she forgot to
count, her mind too taken up with finding that perfect peace inside
her, the place where the pain and the pleasure melded together to
make her feel safe. She sighed and let go, left it up to Rob to
judge when he should stop.
She shuddered when his hands grabbed
her hips, lifted her up, and swung her around, pressing her against
the front of his jeans, her panties soaking now as she tried to
impale herself on the throbbing bulge of his covered cock. His
mouth descended over hers, and he kissed her voraciously, his
tongue going deep, his hands deliberately fondling her sensitive
ass, forcing new sensations through her and adding to the
pleasure.
“Do you want me to fuck you
now?”
Ally moaned into his mouth. He wrapped
his hand in her hair and tilted her head back until he could see
her face. “Yes, oh God, yes.”
He kissed her again, his hands cupping
her ass and rubbing her against the rough fabric of his jeans. “I
want to give you more than just a good fuck. Would you like
more?”
Ally tried to steady her breathing.
“What?”
“I want you to have both of us. Me and
Jackson.”
“He’s here?” Ally
whispered.
“Yeah, we share the house.” He bent his
head and nuzzled her nipple, making her even wetter. “See, while
you’re busy making amends to me, I’m going to be busy making amends
to you and Jackson.”
Ally licked her lips. “I’ve never had
two men at the same time. I’m not sure . . .” She gasped as Rob
lifted her off him and set her on the couch. He folded his arms
across his chest and simply looked at her.
“Your choice, Ally.”
“But your rules.”
“Yeah.”
“And what if I just want you and not
Jackson?”
Rob tensed as he sensed another
presence behind him and heard Jackson’s soft voice.
“Am I interrupting?”
Rob wrenched his gaze from Ally to find
Jackson leaning against the door frame, his interested gaze fixed
on the couch.
“I was wondering where you were.” Rob
nodded toward Ally. “She’s thinking about it.”
“Thinking about what?”
“Whether she wants to fuck us
both.”
“What?”
Rob stared at his best friend. “I was
just explaining that it seemed like the perfect way for me to make
amends.”
“For you to make
amends? From what I just heard, Ally doesn’t want to fuck me.”
Jackson held up his hands. “And that’s okay. It’s her choice, so why don’t you just go ahead and enjoy
yourselves, and I’ll go to bed.”
“Jackson,” Ally said.
Jackson turned slowly to stare at Ally.
“It’s okay—you don’t have to explain. I know what an idiot Rob
is.”
Ally held out her hand. “I don’t want
you to go.”
He came closer to the couch, and Rob
saw him swallow hard as he gazed at Ally’s naked body. “You’re okay
with this?”
Rob held his breath as Ally looked
up.
She met his gaze first.
“Yeah.”
Rob wanted to punch his fist in the air
and yell in triumph. He hid his relief behind his cocky manner.
“See? Ally’s fine with it. You’re the one causing problems
here.”
Jackson ignored him and knelt down on
the rug beside Ally. “Are you sure?”
She smiled at Jackson and touched his
cheek. “I am, but only if you want it too.”
Jackson kissed her bare toes. “Ally, I
want to fuck you more than I want to breathe.”
As he watched Jackson with Ally,
something eased in Rob’s chest. This was the right thing for all of
them. He knew it in his very soul. He reached over, picked Ally up,
and deposited her on his lap again. She moaned as her ass met his
thighs, and grabbed on to his shoulders. He waited until she met
his gaze.
“I want you to suck Jackson’s
cock.”
There was still a hint of uncertainty
in her eyes, and Rob kept on looking at her. Did she want him to
order her to do it? Some part of him wanted to do just that, but it
was never that simple. She had to make the choice, and this was
definitely not the time to start barking orders. He had to make
sure she wanted it by applying just enough pressure to allow her to
back off if she wanted to. He asked her again.
“Do you want to suck him?”
She nodded, and Rob was aware of
Jackson letting out his breath behind him. He motioned Jackson
closer.
“Fuck her mouth.”
Jackson unbuttoned his fly and shoved
down his black jeans. Rob slid his hand into Ally’s hair and angled
her head around. “Do it.” She didn’t argue with him anymore as he
guided her toward Jackson. “Take him deep, honey. Make him come
down your throat.”
Rob watched Ally take Jackson’s shaft
into her mouth and nearly groaned at the erotic image. Somehow it
felt right to see Jackson there, the three of them together,
fucking. His own cock throbbed so hard he thought he might come in
his jeans. He had to be inside her, had to have her right now. He
fumbled in his pocket for a condom and made some space on his lap
to unbutton his fly.
“I’m going to fuck you, too, Ally, so
don’t bite him while I get inside you.”
With a savage sound, Rob grabbed her
hips and brought her down over him, groaning as he was encased in
her tight, wet sheath. Still holding her hips, he guided her into
the rhythm Jackson was setting with his cock and tried not to close
his eyes. Slick heat enveloped his thrusting shaft. He could see
Jackson, his expression focused, his dark eyes narrowed as he
fucked Ally’s mouth like a sledgehammer.
Rob’s come gathered in his balls and he
grabbed Jackson’s arm. “Come with me.”
Jackson groaned and shoved his hips
forward one more time. Rob did the same and climaxed deep inside
Ally, his vision turning red as his come pumped out of him in
thick, long waves. She came, too, and he wanted to groan as the
pressure on his sensitive cock increased like a tightening
fist.
Jackson moved away first, his hand
lingering on Ally’s hair in a slow caress. He collapsed onto the
coach next to Rob, who took the opportunity to kiss Ally. He tasted
Jackson on her and didn’t care anymore.
Ally was breathing hard, her long legs
wrapped around him, her breasts resting against his chest. God it
felt so right to have her like this, naked, her nipples hard from
his sucking. His cock stirred inside her, and he slid a hand into
her hair.
“This is what I should’ve done the last
time. Joined you two in that bed and not cared about what anyone
thought.”
“What?” Ally struggled to sit up and
stared at him.
Rob shrugged. “I’m just
saying.”
Jackson chuckled. “He does have a
point, Ally.”
“As if he would’ve done that,” Ally
muttered.
“Hell. Part of me wanted to, even then,
but I’d already scared you enough without adding Jackson to the
mix.” Rob lifted her off his cock. “And maybe we all needed to grow
up a bit to realize what we really wanted.”
Ally tried to move away from him, but
Rob caught her hand. “You needed to get out there and do your
thing, and Jackson and I needed to do ours.”
“You make it sound so
easy.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t.” Rob studied both
their faces. “But maybe that was because you were both after the
wrong things.”
Jackson’s smile died. “Meaning we
should both have been after you? Like who made you Dr. Phil
tonight?”
“I’ve been thinking about this a lot,
that’s all.” Ally tried to pull out of his grasp again, and he held
her still. “You already made your choice, honey. Now quit fighting
me.”
“I made a choice about the kind of sex
I want, not to be psychoanalyzed by a cop!”
He held her gaze. “The kind of sex you
need, honey.” She dropped her eyes, and he
squeezed her hand. “The kind of sex where I tell you what to do,
and you do it.”
Jackson shifted uneasily. “Rob . .
.”
Rob glanced at Ally. “Shall I tell
Jackson what I think? Then you can tell him if I’m right. Ally
thought she wanted every guy in the world to want her—that’s why
she chose modeling and that’s why it nearly destroyed
her.”
Jackson touched Ally’s shoulder.
“Models get hit on all the time. It doesn’t have to destroy
them.”
Rob kept talking. “But what she
realized was that those guys wanted her image, not her. They wanted
to project their sexual fantasies onto her and not allow her to
have her own needs and desires.”
“Stop talking about me as if I’m not
here!” Ally climbed off Rob’s lap and started to gather up her
clothes. “You have no idea what my life was like, and you have no
business trying to tell me how I thought or what I wanted from a
man.”
“You’re only mad because I’m right,”
Rob replied.
“I’m mad because this is just typical
of you!” She glared at him. “There’s a reason why I never dated
another man like you.”
“Because you knew deep down that no one
else could ever live up to the original?”
Her eyes flashed fire, and he braced
himself for an attack.
“I dated men who were considerate of my
feelings both in and out of bed.”
“And yet here you are, back making
amends with me.”
She exhaled slowly and he tensed. “I
liked modeling because I was told how to
pose, how to do my hair and makeup, how to smile, and, most
importantly, how to keep my mouth shut.” She looked at him. “Who
does that remind you of, Rob?”
“That’s not fair, I
never—”
She held up her hand. “If I’d stayed,
you would’ve controlled me like that eventually. Maybe I just
preferred to earn good money while I did what I was
told.”
Ally struggled into her clothes and
headed for the door. Rob didn’t stop her. He’d never tried to
control her life like that, had he?
Rob glanced at Jackson, who had already
risen from the couch and started after Ally. “You’ll see her home,
right?”
“Yeah, you bastard.”
Rob shrugged. “She needed to hear it,
and so did you.”
“Your interpretation of the truth?”
Jackson grabbed his keys. “Easy for you to say, Rob, when you sat
here and did nothing while Ally and I made choices.”
The sarcasm in Jackson’s voice made Rob
wince, but he kept his expression bland until Jackson left the
room. Rob disposed of the condom, slowly tucked his cock back into
his jeans, and eased his zipper up. Some things had to be said
whether Ally and Jackson liked it or not.
Ally’s point about her modeling career
had made him think, though. Had he really been that inflexible? He
hated that Ally believed that of him. Guilt stirred in his gut.
Despite what Jackson implied, he hadn’t spent ten years doing
nothing. He’d been working things through, admitting his
responsibility for what had happened, and now he had a chance to
set things right, and by God he was going to do it.
As she ran toward the back door, Ally
pulled up her jeans and buttoned her blouse. She’d been a fool to
come here. Even more of a fool to let both men fuck her. Even as
she thought that, her body betrayed her with a shiver of delight.
She felt better than she had in years, her mouth full of Jackson
and her body holding Rob deep inside. . . .
With a quick glance into the deserted
street, she started back home, glad for once that they lived quite
close and that she knew the way blindfolded.
Would Rob now understand what modeling
had meant to her and why it had eventually destroyed her? He’d
looked shocked when she’d told him the truth.
Jackson caught up with her as she
unlocked her back door.
“Are you okay?”
She let him into the house and dropped
her keys on the table, not bothering to turn on the lights. His
hands came down to rest on her shoulders, and he turned her into
his embrace.
“Did I hurt you, Ally?”
She leaned into him, inhaling his
familiar sandalwood scent. “No.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I
should’ve said no. I shouldn’t have let Rob push you into sucking
me off like that.”
Ally brought her fingers up to cover
his mouth. “No apologies necessary.” She sighed. “Rob’s right. I
wanted you both. I think I always have.”
Under her fingers, he smiled and his
tongue flicked over her flesh. “Good to know, because, damn, I
wanted your mouth on me. I think I always have too.”
She took her hand away, and he bent his
head to kiss her, his mouth warm and comforting. Ally clung to him,
felt her nipples harden against his chest and his quick physical
response.
“Ally . . .”
She slid her hand down between them and
cupped his balls, heard him groan as she ran her thumb up the hard
ridge of his already-erect cock. His hips rocked, pushing him
harder against her palm.
“I want . . .”
She opened his jeans and slid her hand
inside to grip his hard, wet shaft, felt her own body soften with
welcome. “He’s right, damn him, Jackson. No one else did it for me.
I came back because I missed you both so much.”
Jackson picked her up and backed her
against the wall, shoved down her jeans, and impaled her on his
hard length. She gasped as he began to pump into her, her heels
digging into his ass. He kept up the fast tempo even as she
climaxed, didn’t stop until he’d driven her through two more
orgasms, each one more intense. Ally clung to him as he continued
to fuck her. One of his hands worked its way between them, and he
fingered her already swollen clit.
“Come for me, Ally.”
She screamed into his mouth as he
pinched her clit, and he finally emptied himself inside her in big
shuddering waves. When she finally got her breath back, he was on
the move again, carrying her down the hallway and laying her on the
bed.
He knelt beside the bed and kissed her
clit, licking at the wetness pouring out of her. “Good night,
Ally.”
Ally tried to sit up. “Jackson, you
don’t hate me, do you?”
His smile was slow and beautiful. “How
the hell could I hate you? We’ll work it out. You, me, and Rob.
Don’t you worry yourself.”
Ally sank back down into her pillows
and watched him leave. Would he tell Rob they’d had sex? And what
would Rob do about that? She glanced at her clock and groaned. It
was already midnight, and she had to get up for work at five. With
the ease of long practice, she shoved all her worries about Rob to
the back of her mind and willed herself to sleep.
Jackson took his time walking back to
Rob’s house, his body still dealing with the mind-blowing
aftereffects of fucking Ally, his mind even less willing to deal
with anything at all. God, the feel of her in his arms, the way
he’d pushed her over the edge, taken her so hard against the wall
that she should’ve been complaining. But she hadn’t, had she? She’d
taken it all and come for him several times.
His cock stirred at the thought of it,
and he smoothed a hand over his groin. What a way to break his
self-imposed celibacy. He let himself in the back door and walked
through to the family room where Rob still sat on the
couch.
“Ally’s home safe.”
Rob looked over the back of the couch
at him, his blue eyes narrowed. “You took your time.”
Jackson managed a shrug. “What do you
want me to say?”
“How about you tell me that you fucked
her?”
“Yeah, I did.”
Rob’s answer was slow to come. “Good
for you.”
“Really?”
“Look, we’ve had all this out before.”
He hesitated. “It fucking hurt when I found you and Ally together,
but I thought we’d talked it through and gotten over
it.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah.” Rob held his gaze, and then he
nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. It’s what I said. This is a way for me to
make it up to both of you for being such a dickhead back
then.”
Jackson leaned against the door frame.
“What exactly made Ally come ’round here tonight?”
“To the idea of fucking us
both?”
“No, just ’round here.”
“She wanted to make amends for what
happened back then.”
“And, what, you insisted she had to pay
you back with sex?”
“Something like that.” Rob must have
seen the skepticism on Jackson’s face. “It’s only sex, Jackson.
That’s all she offered.”
Jackson shook his head. “For such a
smart guy, you can be such a dumbass sometimes.”
Rob started to get off the couch. “What
the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t blow it this time, buddy. Ally
is way too special to lose.”
Rob shoved a hand through his hair. “I
know that.” He hesitated. “It was the only way I could think of to
get close to her again. The only way she’d let me.”
Jackson eyed his best friend and
silently agreed with him. “I’m going to bed. I start at
six.”
“Ally’s starting a new job tomorrow as
well.”
“Doing what?”
“Working at the diner.”
“For Lauren?”
“It was the best I could do. It was
your idea!”
“That’s like throwing a Christian to
the lions.”
“Ally will cope.”
“I sure hope so.”
Rob stretched his arms over his head.
“I had to find a way to keep Ally in town.”
“Because of the case or because of the
sex?”
Rob’s hard gaze met his. “Quit hounding
me, okay?”
“Sure. Night, Rob.” Jackson pulled off
his T-shirt and went into his bedroom. He could do with a shower,
but he was reluctant to lose Ally’s scent from his skin. With a
groan, he pulled off his jeans and stroked his growing shaft. The
scent of sex curled around him, and he decided on the
shower.
It wasn’t until he was standing under
the hot water that it occurred to him that he hadn’t worn a condom.
. . .