Destined to Be Three (8 page)

She writhed, crying out, “Please! I need more,” before she could suppress it.

“Give her more,” Gray growled at Cade before he sucked her nipple into the humid heat of his mouth. He tugged gently, making her thrash and curse the ropes inhibiting her movements.

Cade moved his hand lower to her entrance. He didn’t wait to slide his large finger inside her cunt and start to pump.

Gray increased the pressure of his suckling until she grew restless. She continually squirmed and fought her restraints.

Cade finger fucked her relentlessly, changing his speed and depth at will. He watched her face with a sly grin. “Just wait until it’s my cock, darlin’, not my finger. Think about how good it’s going to feel.” He clasped his thick shaft in his other hand with a groan. “Damn, I’m about to come just thinking about your tight pussy wrapped around my dick.”

Gray released her nipple and pulled away. He unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper, and pushed them over his lean hips. His iron cock sprung free and drew her undivided attention. She admired his engorged flesh, wanting him to invade her cunt and fuck her until she was limp and sated. Knowing what she craved, her pussy fluttered with the need for something to fill it.

Gray cleared his throat, and she forced herself to look at his face, knowing that was what he wanted. He peered at her, his glowing eyes warning her that the real torture was about to come, and it wouldn’t be her dealing it out this round. Without taking his eyes off her, he ordered gruffly, “Quit, Cade.”

Immediately, Cade retreated, pulling his finger out of her drenched cunt. He brought his cream-coated finger to his sensual mouth and sucked on it. “Mmmm. You taste good, darlin’.”

Her pussy quivered, calling out for Cade’s sexy mouth to descend between her legs and devour it. A surge of juices inundated her pussy, the moisture dripping between the cleft of her ass, drawing a whimper from her.

“Cade, it’s time for our girl’s lesson,” Gray said ominously, taking his stiff cock in his sizable hand and stroking it. He continued to speak to Cade, but kept his eyes fixed on her. “I’m going to fuck you, and she’s going to watch. Maybe next time she won’t make such hasty demands.”

* * * *

Jaycee cursed. Even in her damn fantasies, she ended up unsatisfied. What she wouldn’t give for an orgasm that didn’t involve some batteries, a vibrator the color of a red caramelized apple, and a butt plug that matched.

With a shake of her head, Jaycee tried to focus on the matters at hand, not the sex toys inches away in her nightstand. The orgasm might be only mildly satisfying, but she was desperate. She couldn’t take much more of the agonizing emptiness in her cunt.

Since the night at the bar, Jaycee couldn’t seem to control herself. Every hormone in her body had flared to life, leaving her one giant ball of sexual frustration. She’d tried everything short of going back to the bar to pick up some random stranger for a night of meaningless fucking. The unsuspecting man would never know what hit him. She would suck him, fuck him, and send him on his merry way.

So, it pissed Jaycee the hell off that she couldn’t do it. The thought of fucking any man who was not six foot two inches of sinful, sensual rancher, or six foot four inches of lighthearted, luscious cowboy made her feel dirty and not in a good way, either.

Another man’s touch had always repulsed Jaycee. She’d been a virgin when she’d begun dating Gray. Lucky for her, he’d remedied that little situation quickly. Of course, she had known him for most of her life, and she had practically jumped him on their first date. Their chemistry was explosive, and she was helpless to resist the fire.

Apparently, to him, she was resistible, though. She wanted to burn, and he wanted to simmer. Or, at least, that is what he wanted her to believe.

Damn William and Isabelle Blakemore.
If it weren’t for their poisonous marriage, Gray wouldn’t have been bound and determined to protect Jaycee from himself. His father had been an abusive Dom who forced his mother to be his submissive. William obsessively controlled Isabelle in vengeance for his own unhappiness, and she punished him for loving Jaycee’s mother.

Before Jaycee’s birth, William and her mother had fallen passionately in love with each other, but she was already married to his best friend. They approached Jaycee’s father about sharing her, but he vehemently refused them, banishing William from their house and their lives. True to her vows and still in love with her husband, her mother stayed away from William and, a few years later, William’s family coerced him into a marriage with a business associate’s daughter. He despised Isabelle from the day they met until the day she killed him and then herself.

And damn my father.
His refusal to share his wife with William had started the whole sordid mess to begin with.
Damn my mother, too.
If Jaycee hadn’t been forced to watch her mother die a little inside every day, she might have stayed and fought harder for her men instead of running away from them.

After his parents’ death, Gray had been convinced sweet little Jaycee could never handle one dominant man, let alone two. She wouldn’t like it hard and rough.
No, of course not.
After all, her favorite ice cream
was
vanilla.

Jaycee snorted.

If Gray only knew about her fantasies, he might be the offended one. Seriously, she’d been raised in the same town as him and Cade. Did he think a precocious girl like herself wouldn’t want to try ninety percent of the things that people talked about?

Hell, she might have
technically
been a virgin when they’d started dating, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t experimented before. She chose to remain a virgin because she wanted to be with them for her first time.

What would Gray think of her if he knew the plan she’d concocted the morning she caught Gray and Cade together? She had a bag of goodies to aid her in seducing both men in hand when she’d walked into the house. All of the items were picked strategically with each man in mind.

For Gray, she had a ball gag, anal beads, nipple clamps, and one suede flogger. Cade’s items had been less extreme, but no less exciting. She’d gotten him a blindfold, some rope, and, her personal favorite, a strap-on. She had been looking forward to testing each and every item.

Jaycee had hoped this would show both of them what she’d been telling them for months. It had been her last-ditch effort to save their relationship, but she’d never had the chance to pull out any of the toys. The bag was presently gathering dust under her bed. She couldn’t bear to get rid of them, especially the strap-on.

The thought of having the chance to fuck Cade with a strap-on tantalized her. She wanted it almost as badly as she wanted Cade to fuck her, not that they had the chance. She’d wanted to desperately, but she wouldn’t betray Gray any more than Cade would.

Hell, she was right back where she was three years ago—in the midst of an impossible situation.

Jaycee sat up with more speed than finesse then surged to her feet and headed straight for the front door. She shoved her feet into her favorite sneakers, grabbed her key from the hook, and opened the door as quickly and quietly as she could manage.

With a rapidly racing heart, Jaycee poked her head out to scan the hallway. Once satisfied no one lurked outside of her apartment, she dashed to her car as if the hounds of hell nipped at her heels.

In the distance from her apartment to her car, Jaycee had stumbled twice. Both times she’d tripped over her own stupid feet. Jaycee threw herself into the front seat of her car, remembering why she never ran. She was about as graceful as a bull rider who’d ridden the roughest and toughest bull in the state of Kansas.

She breathed out a sigh of relief when she closed her car door.

Laying her forehead on the steering wheel, Jaycee closed her eyes in an attempt to calm herself. She had to get her emotions back in check before she could drive.

To where?
Jaycee had no idea, but she had to go the moment she regained control of her body and mind. After what seemed like forever, her hands stopped shaking violently and slowed to a fine tremor. With her anxiety lessening, she stuffed her key into the ignition and turned it.

A
chugga-chugga
sound came from underneath the hood and then nothing.

“Son of a bitch,” Jaycee cursed as a strong sense of déjà vu hit her, making her head spin.

They were here. This childish, little stunt had Cade McCoy written all over it. He’d done it enough times in the past.

With every instinct Jaycee possessed screaming in protest, she swung her head in the direction of the driver’s side window.

Gray.
Seeing him standing there caused a drastic spike in her heart rate. His lips were set in a determined line, jaw clenched, and his eyes glittered with purpose.
Uh-oh.

A loud thumping noise on the passenger-side window interrupted her gawking. She swung her head to the right.

Cade.

If Gray was determined, then Cade was enraged. Jaycee squirmed in her seat. A livid Cade was a sight to behold. His fiery temper and sharp tongue had many men on the ranch whispering, but she’d never had the pleasure of being exposed to the ruffian living inside of him.

This new facet to Cade made her want to jump out of the car and beg him to punish her for her misdeeds—past, present, and future. Her pussy quivered at the thought.

Maybe she should be scared instead of horny.

Running wasn’t an option now. She would never get away. Hell, she couldn’t even escape the car without being tackled.

You just had to go there.
Images of them seizing her and forcing her to submit to their will surged to the forefront of her mind.

White-hot lust flooded her bloodstream. She could feel liquid heat seeping from her slit, preparing her to be fucked. Oh, how she wanted to be fucked by them. She would take them fast and hard or soft and slow. She didn’t give a damn as long as they were fucking her. At this very moment, she didn’t even care which orifice they used—ass, pussy, or mouth. It was irrelevant.

All she wanted was for them to ease the desperate demands that had infiltrated her body long before their return. The longing for the physical and emotional void to be filled crashed through her senses like an unforgiving wave at high tide, the current threatening to sweep her away. Her eyes pooled with tears, momentarily blinding her.

“Darlin’, I wouldn’t waste those tears. You’ll be crying soon enough. I promise you that.”

Cade’s smooth voice glided over her skin, surrounding her, enveloping her. An involuntary shiver raced down her spinal column. She could almost come to his voice alone.

“Get out of the car, Jaycee Elizabeth Dalton,” Gray commanded in his deep-as-the-sea voice. The dominance, control, and power emanated from his words and oozed from his pores. They were in the air that surrounded him.

Another rush of moisture inundated her pussy. This side of Gray was invincible, irrefutable. It was the only part of himself he’d never given her, and it was the part she needed the most.

Too damn bad he hadn’t arrived before now—when it was three years too late.

Chapter 7

Gray stood outside of the rattrap Jaycee called a car with the afternoon sun beating down on his back. What the hell was she thinking? This piece-of-shit car needed to be crushed and disposed of.

Her red Ford Focus looked like someone had spilt a gigantic sangria over the roof and let it coat every external surface. Even worse, it looked like someone had kicked it in the ass one too many times. He prayed it wasn’t Jaycee who’d put all those dings and dents on the body of the car.

Her car door creaked open, and Gray stepped back so their blonde goddess could emerge.