Sarasota Bride (11 page)

Her body went cold. “Mom never told me Daddy started drinking again,
never
.”

“Your father’s drinking doesn’t matter right now. Mrs. Bailey is at the hospital, was rushed in by an ambulance,” Julian explained. “At the least, she has a skull fracture. We’ve phoned and requested that Trey’s doctor treat her. He’s the best.”

“Don’t worry.” Trey rested his hand on Libby’s shoulder. “I’ll pay for the topmost care.”

Libby thought she might throw up. “Is Mom going to make it?”

“Off the record, I’m told she will but she’ll need a lengthy recovery period and rehabilitation.” Julian shifted his weight. “Someone made a connection at the hospital. It’s already on the local news due to your engagement with Trey. Our PR phoned me when Trey wouldn’t answer his phone. They’ll smooth down the talk, just don’t talk to any reporters.”

“I won’t,” Libby sobbed. “I have to see her.”

Drake nodded. “I’ll help you upstairs so you can change.”

She stared down at her engagement ring, thinking of the deal she’d made for her father and hated herself. “If I hadn’t agreed to keep him out of prison, Mom would be okay.” She looked at Drake. “How many years is Daddy going to get for this?”

Drake looked uneasy. “He probably won’t do much time, Libby, when compared to other cases and he undoubtedly has connections. But don’t worry about that now.”

Her vision blurred and she swiped a hand over her face. She fixed her eyes on Trey, took off his engagement ring, and handed it over. Drake, Julian, and Evan immediately excused themselves, walking out the front door. “Do what you should have done,” she said meaningfully. “Make him pay for the insider trading even if you can no longer prosecute him for having you beaten.”

“Elizabeth,” Trey whispered, staring at the ring and then bringing his gaze back to her. “
Libby…
I don’t know what to say.” He tried to hold her but she pushed him away. “You and your mother might regret that decision later. It often happens with domestic cases, a sense of remorse washing over the victim after charges are filed. Then, it’s too late.”

“My mother is fucked up.” Daddy had done this so many times. “If he’s drinking again, it’s only a matter of time before he kills her.” Her hands came to her stomach, her fingers digging into Trey’s jacket. “Or kills someone else.”

He slid the ring in his pocket, but his eyes were on her trembling hands. “Stay calm.”

“I want you to know that…I love you.”

He closed his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re upset and I’ve treated you…wrong, so very wrong. I don’t think you’re in your right mind. It’s the shock of the situation talking.”

“I suppose I can’t make you believe me.” She flattened her hands against her stomach. “Just press charges against him Trey. I made such a fucking mistake. He deserves prison and more for hurting Mom, for hurting you, for hurting me.”

“He’s beaten you?” he growled, slamming his cane against the wall. “When?”

“Right before…he sent those men to beat you.” Her voice drifted higher with every word spoken and now she was shouting. “He found out I was pregnant with your child, and Daddy took it upon himself to…induce a miscarriage!”

“You were pregnant with our child?”

“Yes!”

“He hurt me because you were carrying my baby? The way I’ve treated you…” Trey dropped to his knees, slammed right down on the hard floor and gripped his face. “Oh, God!”

Chapter Thirteen

Morning light peeked through the penthouse shutters and there wasn’t one place on Payton’s body that didn’t hum with swirling vibrations. “Avery,” she begged, pushing at his back, “
please
.”

“Good morning, Payton,” Avery whispered silkily, rolling over, his hands smoothing the skin across her belly. Clad in only panties, she was still wearing too much clothing for her current desires.

“I need release,” she complained, squeezing her thighs together. She heard Dylan in the shower and wondered if she could talk Avery into fucking her before Dylan finished and tried to spoil the fun with his concern.

“We can’t jostle you around like that yet.” Avery hugged her, the small loops at his nipples glinting in the sunlight.

Carefully, she traced the hoops with a fingertip, first the left, then the right. He shivered, his eyes darkening. “You act as though I had major surgery or something.”

“It’s the ‘or something’ I’m concerned about,” he said, lightly manacling her wayward wrist when she trailed her fingers down his stomach. Payton could sense his muscles flexing and tightening beneath her touch.

“I could suck you off, you know.” She wiggled against his straining erection. “You feel as horny and as miserable as I am.”

He looked at her a long moment. Rolled over her, keeping his weight on his arms, and took her mouth in a fast, hungry kiss. Leaning back on his haunches, he then hooked her panties with his thumbs and slowly moved them down her thighs. His eyes stayed on her face. “Stop squeezing your thighs, Payton. I can’t spank you now, and I really, really want to turn up the heat on your pretty ass.”

“Then do it,” she challenged, gripping the sheets with her fingers. The way he was looking at her, the way his tongue flicked over his lower lip in anticipatory need, was nearly too much. When she released the sheet and moved one hand to her core, sliding her fingertip over her clit, he raised a disapproving brow.

“Whatever our circumstances, I believe we have an agreement that you are not to touch yourself without my or Dylan’s express approval and distinct instruction.”

“Is it the same agreement that says if I’m horny, I will be satisfied by one or both of you?” She flicked her clit a few times, back and forth, and then brought her finger slowly up her torso until the tip landed between her puckering lips. Payton swirled her tongue around her fingernail, taking pride in the way his eyes widened.

“You asked for it,” he said before he dug through the nightstand, pulled out a small box, and threaded his barbell through his tongue. He smiled, dropping his tongue over his bottom lip and curling it.

“How touching,” she noted in reverence, placing her hand over her heart. “You think of everything.”

“I can’t tell you what I’m thinking now,” he said, reaching down and squeezing a glistening drop from his head. “You would run.”

“Nope, I’m in this for the long haul.” Payton’s eyes took in his delicious body. A scarred beast, yes, he was. But he was nothing short of beautiful. Up one side, where his burns had mangled his skin, incredible ink swirled over the ridges and between the bumps. Down below, where his scarred cock jutted between his legs for her, his skin had thickened and textured perfectly. “You are incredible,” she murmured, watching his heavy balls dangle between his legs as he moved over her.

“No,” he warned, removing her hand as she fondled his velvety skin.

Her pussy grew swollen, her lips thickening at the sight of him. “But I like touching your balls.”

“And they like you,” he said, his voice slightly distorted around his tongue piercing. “Roll on your healthy side.” He tapped her hip. “Bad shoulder on the upside.”

“The only thing that’s bad is my imagination.” She turned on her side. “I told you I feel fine.”

“Your imagination could never be as bad as mine, and I’ll say when you are good…or bad.” He pushed her legs together, placed his hand beneath her knees, and moved them high. Then he adjusted her calves straight out. Her ass and sex were exposed to him, the cool air stroking her damp pussy magnificently. She clenched when he delivered a closed mouth kiss on the sensitive flesh between her anus and vagina.

“Avery,” she groaned, her back arching.

“I’m not risking hurting your injury.” He straightened her again. “Don’t move or I’ll stop. Period!”

“Okay, just keep going.” The rush of moisture that coated her walls at his demanding tone startled her.

He ran his nose in a line from her clit to her ass, inhaling deeply. Payton could feel her skin heat in embarrassment and arousal. Avery’s teeth scraped her dark crevice, up and down, his wet tongue and barbell rolling over her.

“Oh!” She almost curled away from him, but she managed to fight the urge.

He moved his barbell over her swollen labia, and she tightened everywhere, her body greedy for more. He inserted a long thick finger inside her pussy, swirling as he moved higher. At the same time, Avery opened his mouth over her clit, breathing in and out without blessing her with his tongue.

“Avery,” she warned.

“Yes,
Avery
,” Dylan said, walking out of the bathroom dressed in black pants. “What are you up to?”

“She was going to masturbate,” he said huskily, threading another finger inside her clenching walls. He worked them in and out, his hot breath beating on her clit when he spoke. “I couldn’t have that.”

Dylan leaned and kissed her cheek, his mouth sliding until it landed on her ear. “I think I’m going to be late for work.”

She swallowed thickly when Dylan leisurely caressed her side, sliding his hand all the way to where Avery’s fingers were and added his own. Both of her men with their fingers inside her wet heat felt almost too intimate. They moved in and out together, then Dylan slid his singular finger down, while Avery moved his two upward. Avery’s mouth was everywhere, licking every crevice, missing nothing.

“Feels…good,” she said, tears of pleasure burning her eyes, but her hips started to gyrate and they immediately stilled.

“You’re moving that shoulder too much,” Dylan warned gently. “Be still.”

“This is her second warning,” Avery told him. “I don’t think we should continue.”

She squeezed her walls around their fingers, shaking, wondering if she’d ever been this desperate. “Don’t do this… to me.”

“Settle down,” Dylan said, removing his finger though Avery kept his deep inside her channel. Dylan moved to her front and slid one arm underneath the side of her neck, drawing her face to his chest. She inhaled, finding security in his scent. He fixed one thick thigh between hers, spreading her sex wide, though she remained on her side.

Avery moved his wrist in a circular motion. “That gives me enough room, if you can keep her still enough that I won’t hurt her.”

“Then try the beads.” Dylan cradled her against his body, locking his other arm around her waist in an ironclad hold. The strength of both of them, when compared to her, was almost frightening. However, she knew they’d never, ever hurt her beyond erotic pain.

Wait. Did he say beads? “What?”

“You’re going to love it,” Avery crooned. A cool touch of lubricant slicked her dark crevice. A ball passed her ring, then another of a smaller size, next another of a larger size. He kept going and going.

She hissed out a slow breath, tightening her ass when Avery finally stopped. “It’s weird, heavy, and yet…so good.”

“You should have seen them going in your tight pink ass.” Avery moved behind her, lowering his body and sliding his thick head across her dripping lips. “The feel of you…Payton, I can never get enough.” He entered an inch, circling his hips lightly. “Are you sure you’re not in pain?” he asked warily, a sharp intake of air moving between his clenched teeth.

“Yes,” she whispered, trying to stay immobile so he would give her every inch of that thickness she needed, his body always filling her to the brink.

“Then go at it, A,” Dylan encouraged, his voice a needy growl.

Avery drove in halfway, the thickness from his scarred cock widening her walls impossibly. “You’re straining,” he said from behind Payton, careful not to knock into her back.

“Unzip me,” Dylan demanded, keeping his hands locked around Payton as Avery moved in slow thrusts. “I’m all bunched up and it’s killing me.”

Avery reached around on the upstroke, groaning as Payton’s walls fluttered around him, and unfastened Dylan’s pants. Payton slid her fingers inside and pulled his cock through the opening, her fingertips roaming over the rungs of his ladder.

He shivered, yet his cock heated her hands. “Just keep your palm around the tip. Don’t stroke me.”

“I don’t have to stay that still,” she said.

“He wants to be teased.” Avery moved faster. “It’s almost like a jealousy thing,” he explained as Dylan looked down, watching Avery’s cock slide in and out of her pussy. The sounds of sopping flesh met her ears as Avery’s balls starting hitting her ass. “When Dylan can’t take you at the same time as me, he gets off on being ignored.”

She didn’t exactly understand, but she listened, after all, to each his own. So she kept her hand curled around the tip of his soft, velvety crown and felt the sticky moisture coat her palm. And Dylan kept his hands where they were, holding her steady, though his eyes bounced all over her body, taking in the sight of her and Avery joined.

“Ah, there you go, A,” Dylan groaned. “You’re sliding in and out a lot better.”

“She’s loosening up,” Avery agreed, placing kisses on her shoulder as he increased his pace without jarring her. Or maybe he would have if Dylan hadn’t such a grip on her body.

“Please, kiss me,” she begged Dylan as Avery yanked a bead from her ass, his thick cock going in and out of her pussy on a fast glide.

Dylan slanted his lips over hers just as Avery groaned and yanked out several more balls. She screamed into Dylan’s mouth, but he kept his tongue sliding over hers, mimicking the way Avery was pumping in and out of her. Her muscles locked right when those tiny sparks took over her vision.

Avery pulled the final balls from her ass. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned low and long.

“Avery!” Tingles danced beneath her skin, convulsions milking his cock as her orgasm tore through her. She watched Dylan close his eyes, his shoulders bunching, his teeth clenching as he exploded against her hand, creaming her palm. He didn’t yell, but whispered her name over and over again.

“So…perfect,” Avery said, stiffening behind her, his dick bulging inside her channel, and then liquid bursts heated her pussy. He finally slowed his breathing and kissed her healing shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you both,” she said on a contented whispered.

“Love you,” Dylan promised, kissing the corner of her mouth.

“Avery?” Drake called out from the foyer. “Dylan?”

Dylan glanced at the clock and rolled his eyes. “We’ll be right there.”

Avery kissed the top of Payton’s head. “This won’t happen after we move into the estate house.” He moved into the bathroom, dampening a washcloth to clean her sticky hand and equally sticky sex. “Privacy will be one of many luxuries,” he promised when he emerged and cleaned her.

Payton sat up and accepted the robe Avery handed her. “What couldn’t wait until you got into the office?”

“I don’t know.” Dylan moved to the door, fastening his pants. “But Drake never pulls this shit, so it must be important.”

“Are you sure you’re okay, Payton?” Avery checked on her, sliding his boxers up his legs and following them out.

“I’m fine.” She made her way down the stairs to find Drake still in last night’s tuxedo, his forehead marred with worry lines. “Good morning,” Payton greeted him

“Payton,” Drake got down to it. “Libby’s mom was beaten last night, by her drunken husband.”

She clutched the robe at her chest, her heart suddenly thundering. “Libby said he quit drinking and…hitting.”

“He came in loaded and,” he stopped and scrubbed a hand over his tired face. “Mrs. Bailey has broken bones. She’s going to make it but she’s in intensive care. Has a long road of recovery ahead of her.”

Payton sat down on the sofa and Drake followed. “I have to get to the hospital.”

Avery placed his hand on her shoulder. “
We
have to get to the hospital,” he amended. “Is Trey with Libby now?”

Drake lifted his satchel to his knees and pulled out a thick file. “No. Trey left this morning for France.”

Dylan braced his hands on his hips. “He left Libby?”

“He thought it was for the best.” He gave Dylan the file. “You might think so, too.”

Dylan sat down on the leather ottoman, flicking through the pages, his eyebrows going higher after each one. “You thought to keep this from me?”

“I was trying to get Trey the
help
he needed before I showed you.”

Dylan looked at Avery. “Libby’s father managed a little insider trading, one of the companies he swindled was ours.”

Drake went into great detail, explaining what Trey had been through with Libby’s father. Then he explained in
horrific
detail what had happened to Libby and Trey’s baby, the so-called reason behind Trey’s beating at the hands of Mr. Bailey’s hired thugs.