Second Chances (26 page)

Grey leaned over and plucked her out of her saddle
before she knew he had even moved. “Hold on, baby,” he whispered in her ear, setting her in front of him in his saddle and wrapping a tight arm around her waist. “We’ll see who laughs last!” He shouted over his shoulder at Mason and then kicked his horse into a full out run, Biscuit struggling to keep up as Grey kept hold on his reins.

Mason pulled ahead of them
just before they reached the creek bank and pulled his horse around to greet them. “Thought you’d steel her away from me to get a few of those sweet kisses all to yourself, did ya?” He chuckled as he leapt down from his saddle and walked over to grab Biscuit’s reins from Grey.

“
I’d have had them, too, if I hadn’t been dragging ole’ Biscuit behind me. Besides, I’ve got plans for more than just kisses, brother.” Grey threw is leg over the back of his horse and hopped to the ground. He reached up for Claira, holding her close as she slid along his body to the ground. Stooping down, he grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth then lapped at the small bite with his tongue. Her excited breaths rushed over his lips and tempted him to picture her lying in the cool grass beneath him as she panted from the orgasm he’d given her. His tongue swept her mouth and his hands found her perfect, jean clad ass then pulled her against his throbbing groin. “Wanna go for a swim?”

The morning sun slid past high noon and Mason thought he’d died and gone to heaven
. Lying on his back, the sunlight glistened off the water drops that decorated Claira’s naked skin as she lay sprawled on top of him half asleep. Grey was stretched out beside them, tracing her naked spine with the tips of his fingers, his lips caressing her flank with sultry kisses.

“
Did you always want to be a teacher, Claira?” Mason asked, hoping he’d finally get some semblance of information now that she couldn’t distract them with sex. Well, she probably could but she’d have to stall for a few minutes while he and Grey caught their next wind. He planned to take full advantage of those precious few minutes.

Grey felt her tense beneath his lips, causing him to pause in his ministrations while he waited to see if she would tell them something,
anything
, about herself. They needed her, and that meant all of her. What could be so bad that answering even the most mundane of questions would make her so skittish?

“No
,” Claira finally mumbled, taking a deep breath. She was going to tell them everything, just not right now. She wanted them to all together when she gave up her secrets, if nothing else so that she wouldn’t have to repeat it. How much could she reveal without revealing it all? Best to stick to the basics. She hadn’t always wanted to be a teacher.

Grey let out a tense breath and continued his caresses, but he couldn’t help but prod her along when she didn’t elaborate past the one word answer. “What, then? What did you want to be?”

She turned her head so the she could see Grey, laying her cheek over Mason’s heart. “A child psychologist.”

Her heart fluttered when Grey paused again and gave her a gentle smile. It looked good on him. She was still unfamiliar with
this more pleasant side of him. Hurting, brooding Grey was almost scary. Now he just looked happy. He also looked like he wanted her to succeed. How strange that felt, to have someone believe in you.
But he doesn’t really know you.

Mason rose
up to place a quick kiss on her forehead. “You said you went to college? Where?”

Claira blinked as she fished for an answer. “Back east.” That was the truth.
You didn’t answer their question.
God it was hard to switch off the lies. She needed to tell them. “Boston College,” she finally forced herself to say.

Grey let out a high pitched whistle. “That’s a pretty fancy school
, baby. Is that where you’re from? Boston?”

Claira shook her head and stared at the crisscross pattern on the picnic blanket. “No. I grew up near Richmond Virginia, or at least that’s where I call home.”

She smiled at the memory of her and her brother playing in the attic of their father’s country estate. Mrs. Abbot, the estate manager’s wife, would bring cookies and tea and play games with them. She wished they could have spent more time there, away from her father and his cold, brutal minion. As they got older, she and her brother were forced to stay in D.C. with their parents. She wasn’t sure why, especially after their mother left. They rarely saw their father unless he was handing down some new edict or punishment, but Lucian was always lurking in the shadows, watching her. Always. She shivered at the memory of his cold, calculating stare. He was always there, watching and waiting. Waiting for her to
‘come of age’,
as she’d heard her father say so many times.

“So is that what you majored in?” Grey asked, bringing her palm to his lips and tickling it with the tip of his tongue.

Claira sighed, the euphoric feeling of acceptance slowly slipping away. She hated that she never finished her degree. She’d spent her last year of college either in jail, running from her father or running from Lucian. By the time her father was arrested and the trial was over, so was her life. Her teaching degree was fake but at least she had it. “I…uh,” God she hated the path her thoughts had taken her after feeling so warm and safe and relaxed in their arms. She wanted to push back the lonely cold and hold on to that warm feeling for just a bit longer. “Do we have to talk about this now?”

Grey shared a look with Mason and they both figured
the friendly Q and A time was about over. They were no closer to her or the truth than they had been five minutes ago. He hated to ruin the moment but they had to have some answers.

“Claira, we love you.” Grey pressed a finger to her lips when she began to protest. “I know it’s hard to think that way so soon, but we do. Baby, we need to know what’s going on, what or who you’re running from.
We won’t judge you. We only want to help you.”

Claira tried to push herself up but Mason’s arms constricted tighter around her naked back. When he didn’t say anything, only stared into her soul with those damn knowing eyes she collapsed back against him and hid her face against his chest.

No one said anything for a while. Mason combed his fingers through her hair and caressed her back. Grey waited patiently beside them, in all his naked glory. Finally she let out a long, pent up breath and turned her head to face him. “Alright, yes. There is something I want…I…
need
to tell you. You’re right.” She reached out and ran her hand along Grey’s muscled forearm. “But not here. Not now. Can we please wait until Matt is back, so I only have to go through it once?”

Grey considered her for a moment then glanced at his brother. “Fair enough,” he nodded and covered her hand with his own. “You
’re a damn persuasive negotiator, Miss Robbins.”

“Thanks, and I know,” she giggled, noticing the in
credulous look on his face. “Ouch!”

Mason squeezed the
soft, perfect globe of her ass that he’d just smacked. “Cheeky minx.”

Claira squirmed in his grip but he didn’t reli
nquish his hold. She froze when Grey reached into the picnic basket before rising to his knees behind her. Oh, God! What was he about to do? When he glanced over her head and saw Mason answer his unspoken command by squeezing his hands and spreading her cheeks, her heart began to pound in her ears.

Grey got his first look at her perfect
, virgin ass and he concurred with his earlier assessment. Q and A time was
definitely
over. He’d fuck her into telling them the truth if he had to, but he was done asking questions, for now. The look of panic on her face made him pause for a moment and check his raging need.

“Don’t be afraid, baby bird. I’d never hurt you.” Grey traced a path down her spine with the tip of his finger and his cock flexed at the goose bumps that followed the trail. “I want your ass,” he smirked and then groaned when one of his hands replaced Mason’s, kneading her supple flesh. “Mason tells me you come apart in his hands when he fucks you here with his fingers.”

Claira gasped when his finger
circled her tight bud, making her flinch and spasm against his touch.
Did they tell each other everything?
“I…I don’t think I’m ready for this.” She wanted him there, no doubt, but it also scared the hell out her. He was huge! Mason’s fingers had burned her up. Grey’s penis would split her in two!

Mason turned her chin so that she was forced to look at him. “Relax, sweetheart. He’s just going to play a little; prepare you for tonight when we’ll
all make love to you together.”

Claira swallowed, hard.
Picturing all of them wrapped up, entwined together like they had been that morning. Only this time there would be three of them. What did he mean, ‘
all’
? “All of you? I…how does that work?”

Grey’s cock jumped
again when her tight ring squeezed around the tip of his finger. His blood raced and sweat beaded along his spine at the thought of that kind of pressure milking his cock. He leaned over her, tracing the curve of her neck with his lips as he whispered in a gravely growl, “Mason taking your pussy. Matt sliding into that luscious mouth of yours while I pound into this tight, little ass, baby bird.”

An agonizing groan escaped her throat when his finger finally breached her throbbing tissue. Mason turned her head and plunged them into a searing kiss when her mo
uth opened on another gasp. She was on fire, writhing on top of him, her mind painting with abandon the erotic picture Grey had described.

“This may be a little cold.” Grey flipped the cap on the small bottle of lube and dropped a large dollop at the base of her spine, mas
saging it down and into her tight rosette. Chills wracked her bones when she felt the pressure increase and knew he’d added another finger. Her tongue dueled with Masons as he swallowed her moans and massaged her open cheeks, his hips undulating beneath her as she pressed her mound against his hard length. The fire in her backside spread to her legs and up toward her breasts making her clit throb with need.

M
ason broke their kiss and cradled her head to his chest as Grey began to stretch her, scissoring his fingers back and forth. “Uuunn.” She couldn’t hold back the moan as her body began to tremble.

“Hold on, baby.” Grey encouraged and then removed his fingers.

“Oh, God.” Claira froze, pressing her forehead to Mason’s chest when something hard and much larger than his finger pressed at her back passage. She wasn’t ready for this. She wanted him. Really, really wanted to take him, but she didn’t think she could actually do it.

“Shh, relax, sweetheart.
It’s just a plug.” Mason soothed her, his fingers tracing a never ending circle on her back. “It will stretch you so you can take us together more easily without us hurting you. Think about what that will feel like, honey. All of our hands caressing you, our cocks filling you over and over, our hearts beating together for you, with you, while we love you and you love us.”

Grey was glad Mason was so talkative because he couldn’
t have forced anything more than a growl passed his lips if his life depended on it. It had been so long since he’d felt his control pushed so far. If he didn’t know he would hurt her if he took her now, he would be buried balls deep in her tight, clenching channel. He’d never been more jealous of a piece of plastic silicone in his entire life. Thank God Matt had had the forethought to stock up on the various items they hadn’t had need of in so many years. Probably for the first time in his life he was grateful that his brother’s ‘
live by the seat of his pants’
attitude had taken a back seat and he’d done a little planning.

“Almost there,” Mason watched Grey
over Claira’s luscious curves and felt the base of the plug slide against the tip of his finger as he held her open. God, she was amazing. Just knowing they would all share themselves with her tonight, make her theirs forever, made his shaft drip with need. He shared her thrusts, his dick sliding between her slick folds, allowing his climax to take him as she moaned one final time when the plug seated itself inside her.

“
Ahhh, it burns. Oh… Oh, God! Grey!” Claira tensed then relaxed against the plug, her inner muscles shuddering, sending her flying. She cried out against Mason’s chest as they rocked as one in an exquisite rhythm and came together.

“Yeah.
That’s it, baby. Feel how good it will be.” Grey wrapped a fist around his shaft and pumped, completely lost as his name exploded from her lips. Once, twice. That was all it took until his hot cum sizzled from his balls, through his cock and flowed out over the base of the plug, marking her ass as his. And his it would be before the day was done. God he couldn’t wait.

Lucian paced the dark alley, the putrid smells of the city churning in the air offending his senses. He was better than this. Meeting some piss-ant fuck in the sewers where his own shit flowed was beneath him, goddammit!

You will pay for this, Ga
briella. You will scream for mercy!

A dark sedan pulled around the corner, ste
am from a nearby manhole swirling in its wake.
Cut the lights you fucking idiot!
On cue the alley was once again cast in darkness, the only light a faint hue from a flashing caution light at a nearby, vacant intersection. The car stopped mere feet from his own.