Lust, Lies and Tinsel Ties Page 4

  Had they always been there, or was this a new feature? The way the hooks were embedded, it looked like they had been there for some time.

  She arched a brow. All of this brought forth some interesting questions about Carson and Jake’s lifestyle. Was she the first woman to be tied to this bed? Or, were the two men regular participants in extra-curricular activities?

  With men and women?

  Or, was this their bed and theirs alone?

  An uneasy, and unexpected, tingling tripped over her tummy.

  That’s when the double oak doors swung open, again, and in walked the pair.

  Jake immediately bolted toward her. “What in hell?” He swung back to look at his partner. “What have you done!”

  “Slow down, Jake.”

  “Let her go.” His gaze swept over her. She watched his eyes. Angry. Hungry. And confused.

  “I’m fine,” she said. “Just a little baffled.”

  “I needed her to stay put while I went to get you,” Carson said. “I couldn’t take a chance.”

  “Ridiculous.” Jake swept a hand through his ebony locks. His eyes were crossed with worry while he held her gaze. That one gesture made her groin tighten. Gradually, he dragged his gaze back to Carson. “All right. So what do you want? Tell me. I’m tired of the avoidance and the deception. But I’m a bit bewildered as to why Bree needs to be here to witness this.”

  Cocking his head, Carson stared at Jake. “Merry Christmas, Jake. I love you.”

  Bree watched the fixed stare between the two. “I don’t understand,” Jake said.

  Carson glanced back at Bree. She connected with his gaze for a moment before he turned back to Jake. “I know what happened. I suspected the moment you stepped out of that hallway at the realty office those months ago, and I knew for certain when you said you didn’t think Conner & Baker were the realtors for us. You’ve been miserable for months, Jake. I know you like I know the back of my hand. So, I arranged for Conner & Baker to be a part of the event tonight. I bought Bree for you. She’s yours. For the night. Merry Christmas.”

  He glanced between the two.

  Bree felt her chest rise and fall in very short pants.

  Carson peered into Jake’s eyes and Jake stared back. To her, it didn’t appear that Carson was mad, just matter of fact. “Figure out what you want, Jake,” he added. “Get her out of your system if you can. Then decide. Who do you want? Her? Me? Or…”

  He paused, that last word limping out of his mouth, and then slowly rotated his head to hook directly into Bree’s stare. Her heart tripped a little in her chest. “Or, something,” he added.

  What do you mean by that?

  Then, she watched as he nodded to Jake and left. A strong click sounded from behind the door. Was it bolted from the outside? Could they leave? Slowly, she pivoted her gaze back to Jake.

  Jake’s heart pounded with wild anticipation looking at Bree lying on the bed. Draped in tinsel, her wrists bound by both silver and leather rested on the pillows beside her head. Either Carson had nestled her there between the oversized, red silk pillows or she’d maneuvered herself to where she leaned against the antique headboard, pretty as a picture.

  Her waist-length hair fell over one shoulder. Her Santa hat was tilted precariously off to one side. With her knees bent, she sat almost as if posed. Her long, silky legs, still clad with those decadent black boots, beckoned. Perusing from toe to forehead, he paused slightly at her chest, watching it lift and fall in quick bursts. Finally, he settled on her questioning face.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

  “Come here,” she said back.

  He didn’t know what to do. They were in here for the long haul, he knew that. Carson wouldn’t joke about it. Twenty four hours. He’d slid the old board lock into place on the antique doors from the outside.

  “So what are you going to do?” she prompted.

  “What?”

  “With me.”

  Do? What was he going to do? He wasn’t a monster. He didn’t take on a sex partner who was unwilling, and he was mightily against coercion of any sort. Rushing to her side, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached for the hand closest to him. “First, I’m untying you. Then, we talk.”

  “Talk?” He glanced down at the scowl on Bree’s face.

  “Yes. Talk.”

  Touching her was almost his undoing. Static crackled between them as he reached for her far hand. Making short work of his mission, he loosened the nooses around her wrists, leaving the straps firmly tied to the eyebolts. Releasing her now, he leaned back, his fists resting on the bed on either side of her hips. The magnetism between them was more powerful than he wanted to admit.

  She smelled heavenly, almost like a Christmas sugar cookie, but the heady scent of promised sex won out. She oozed nothing close to sweet and innocence. His pulse pounded and his mouth grew dry. Slowly, he pulled his gaze to her face and stayed fixed there for way too long.

  With each slow and deliberate breath she took, he was drawn in. Unable to separate himself from what should, or should not be, he lifted a hand to palm her cheek. Her eyes closed and she sighed at his touch. His heartbeat picked up its cadence and he felt lightheaded.

  “Bree…” he whispered.

  She opened her round, brown eyes and he fell in. Deep.

  “Don’t think,” she breathed back. “Not yet. Perhaps…” he felt himself leaning involuntarily into her, “…later.”

  If only he could. “I need to say a couple of things. I don’t do this. That time in your office…I’d not done that in years. I am…was…totally devoted to Carson. I don’t play around and yet, I fucked you in your office restroom like a wolf in heat. I want to apologize…”

  “I was there, too,” she told him. “Don’t blame yourself, Jake. I stepped over that threshold; you didn’t haul me in and have your way with me.”

  “No, but it was a mistake. I should have had more self-control. And ever since that day, I can’t get you out of my head…”

  “Nor can I, you,” she breathed.

  If there was one fraction of resolve left inside him, it was gone with that statement.

  Lunging forward, he captured her lips with his. Fully on the bed now, he gathered her into his arms as they both scooted away from the pillows. Body to body, pressed together length to length, he took her face in both hands while his lips and tongue tasted and kissed.

  And she kissed back.

  With each thrust of her tongue, or gentle caress of her dewy lips against his, his body trilled with her nearness and their connectedness.

  He could not stop himself. Nothing could make him…

  She wiggled in his arms. “Jake, stop.”

  Except maybe that.

  Groaning, he pulled back. “Bree, I’m in such utter contradiction here. I don’t know whether to devour you or put you out in the snow.”

  “I just want to say one more thing.”

  “What is it?” He traced the outline of her face with his forefinger, waiting out his frustration. What a beautiful woman. And he wanted her so damned bad.

  “I won’t hold you to anything. I… I am as conflicted as you. I don’t want to come between you and Carson. I just need…” Her voice trailed off and she looked to his chest, “Shit, I just need you for right now, okay?” she said with a soft voice. “I don’t want to think about anything else.”

  Huffing out a breath of relief, he rolled fully on top of her. “Okay.”

  “Last time was too quick,” she added.

  Closing his eyes, and his mind, against anything but the woman in his arms, he replied, “It appears we have twenty-four hours.”

  She nodded. “And for those twenty-four hours, I belong to you.”

  Chapter Five

  Never had Bree felt so totally free, and at the same time, consumed by another. She didn’t care. She wanted to be totally possessed by Jake. And she had an entire night and day, it seemed, to enjoy.

  Pushing back any guilt abo
ut Carson, and the relationship she could be infringing upon, she studied Jake’s face and the puzzle of emotion painted across it. Her own face likely echoed that sentiment.

  But Carson had agreed. Or rather, insisted. He wanted closure, one way or another. She did not want to come between them. Would not. If she and Jake had tonight, with Carson’s blessing, then so be it. She, too, would get Jake out of her system.

  After that, she couldn’t say.

  His long fingers threaded through the fine hairs at her temples, holding her against the bed. He peered down into her face, the low flicker of candles reflecting both passion and desire in his eyes. God, she wanted him.

  “Please, Jake,” she whimpered.

  He lowered and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. The act of penetration into that orifice made her curl toward him in want. His tongue grappled with hers, and he tugged at it with his teeth, slowly drawing it deep inside his mouth with a thorough suck.

  Their mouths fused, Jake sucked harder, continuing an erotic and sensuous intake of her tongue into the cavern of his mouth. Her arms went around his broad shoulders and her legs around his hips. She clung to him, and he rocked into her pelvis.

  Her pussy longed to have him between her thighs. Now, she only needed him naked, with the hot friction of skin against skin.

  Whimpering, she clasped at his head, weaving her fingers through his inky locks. She broke away with a gasp; he jerked back, fire licking in his eyes, as he raked his gaze over her face and down her chest.

  He grasped the bodice of her dress and ripped. It fell away like so much crepe paper. Tearing the fabric from her body, Jake unwrapped Bree like a Christmas package. Lingering bits of tinsel scattered about the bedcover, and she was left with nothing but her black thong, strapless bra, and boots.

  On his knees now, Jake’s hungry stare scraped down her body, his breathing labored. His large hands started at her shoulders and worked their way down either side. He palmed her breasts, lifting them out of the bra cups, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Passion zinged through her at the squeeze. She ached for more.

  Reaching behind her, he grasped the clasps at her back and pulled hard. The bra sailed off as he tossed it over the side of the bed. Continuing downward, he smoothed his hands over the indent of her waist and the flare of her hips. He thumbed over her hipbones and twisted the string of the thong on both sides. With a snap, he jerked his hands in opposite directions and broke the string, the thong falling away, as well.

  The only thing left was her boots.

  Bree’s entire being hummed with expectation.

  With aggravating slow precision, he unlaced the left boot. The thin patent leather parted, and he peeled the boot off her calf, then down to her ankle, and finally removed it. He did the same with the other leg, each time smoothing his hands over her calves and ankles in appreciation.

  Jake lifted a foot close to his face. Bree watched as he closed his eyes and ran the tender sole of the foot over his stubbled beard. The fine prickles heightened the sensitive nerve endings there and caused her to shiver. Never before, had a touch in her arch sent her into waves of sexual desire.

  With his thumbs, he applied pressure just under the pads beneath her toes, massaging and fondling. Starting with her smallest toe, he then began sucking each, pulling the digits into his mouth one by one, laving his tongue over them.

  He moved to the other foot and did the same.

  She had no clue toe-sucking could be so sensual.

  “You’ve been on your feet all night,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”

  Oh shit, don’t say that. I could get too used to it…

  “Lay back, Bree. Close your eyes. And let me.”

  Without protest, she did just that, but not before saying, “Take your clothes off, Jake. Now.”

  He did, and she marveled at the glorious planes and hollows of his naked body, and the strong upright profile of his cock-to-die-for.

  Moving up into the vee of her core, Jake spanned her thighs with his hands. He settled between her legs and opened her pussy wide. With practiced movements, he palmed over the tender junction of leg and hip and massaged her there. Like butter, she melted into the bed and he smiled, knowing he was providing her with much pleasure. Pushing back the tiny crest of dark brown curls that rimmed her labia, he parted her lips to reveal a glistening bud. He leaned in closer and rubbed a finger over her pearl.

  Bree jumped and arched upward; his smile deepened.

  With a middle finger, he entered her. Then with two. Moaning, she laid back and allowed him access. He probed, she was slick and open. Both hands played, stretching her, kneading her hot, sticky pussy flesh. He relished in the purely decadent feel of his fingers inside her body.

  Jake had always been fascinated with the female anatomy. He loved exploring the contours and grottos of delight it offered. Bree’s body was a purely sinful expedition. A woman’s body, from his perspective, was a thing to pleasure, not necessarily a thing to take pleasure from. He planned to spend his time these next hours pleasuring her as much as humanly possible.

  Trailing a finger over her perineum, he flicked at her anus. She reacted with a jerk and catlike moan.

  He pushed her legs higher, allowing him full access. Catching sight of the leather straps still firmly attached to the eyebolts, he contemplated how Bree might react to their use. Their previous sexual encounter was fast and hot. Perhaps they should establish a couple of ground rules until he was certain of her threshold of sex play.

  “Bree,” he said softly. “I never want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable, so let’s play a little game.” He reached for a strap. “Anytime you want me to stop, say the word red and I will stop immediately. I promise you. If you want me to keep going, say green, and I will continue. Do you understand?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  He trailed a strap over her breast. She caught her breath. “You want me to continue?”

  “Green.”

  He stifled a grin. “Move closer to the headboard.”

  Her eyes wide, she watched as he toyed with the leather noose in his hand. She did as he asked, and scooted back, pushing pillows out of the way.

  Lifting first one foot, then the other, he slipped the leather cuffs over her ankles and tightened them. Moving to the headboard, he loosened the knots slightly and increased the tension until Bree’s legs were held in the air, her knees slightly bent, her pussy and ass angled up and open to him. She could move a bit, if she needed to. He knew that the straps would actually help her to keep from straining to keep her legs in this position.

  And he wanted them up and her body open.

  “You okay?”

  Her eyes met his. “Green.”

  Before settling between her thighs again, he opened a bedside table drawer and withdrew a tube of flavored lubricant. He warmed the lube on his fingers before touching her. Soon, he was back to exploring her depths, probing in and out of her vagina, with first one finger, then two, while increasing pressure and providing a determined internal massage.

  Jake alternately watched Bree’s face, and her pussy, gauging her reactions by her moans, movements, and facial tics, along with the puckering and expanding of her vaginal muscles. Her eyes were closed, her head lolled to one side, then the other, as he continued his play. Dragging a middle finger downward, he teased her perineum and circled her anus. For good measure, he applied a little more lube to that area, allowing his middle finger to play and tempt her hole, then slowly slide into her ass. Bree gasped, and he stilled, looking to her face. Her eyes still closed, she whispered, “Green.”

  Repositioning himself, he leaned on one hip, angling his body slightly to the left. With the middle finger of his right hand up her ass, he inserted his right thumb into her pussy. Pushing her left leg back toward her chest a bit more, her rear raised up further off the bed. He squeezed his thumb and middle finger together, cupping all of her sex in the palm of his big hand. He pushe
d both digits up as far into her as he could, massaging her from the inside, squeezing and probing.

  She shivered and moaned, her lower body on the brink of convulsion.

  He leaned closer, his gaze caught on the wet and shimmering pearl between her labia. Unable to resist tasting her any longer, he touched the tip of his tongue to the fleshy gem and flicked her starving clit. He’d neglected that part of her anatomy for too long. Now, it was time.

  “Green…green…” Bree moaned, and he increased his tongue’s pressure on her clit. His fingers still worked her holes, pinching and prodding, her perineum caught between them.

  Laving sloppy kisses over her pussy, his tongue explored while she trembled beneath him. Moving lower, his tongue teased at her opening, rivaling his thumb for attention. He sucked at her labia and tongue-fucked her while his thumb continued to play.

  Her pants and whimpers spurned him on. He knew, as they increased in frequency, that she was close to exploding.

  At once, she came up off the bed with a powerful orgasm.

  Jake held her with fingers and tongue and thumb while she came down. He laid his head in the cradle of her thighs as he removed his fingers and gave her a moment. Her body hummed with pleasure, and his heart swelled knowing that he had given it to her.

  “Green,” he heard her whisper from above. “Your cock. Now. In my ass.”

  Without a second’s hesitation, Jake rose above her, his body between her knees. He positioned himself, his hands on her thighs, curling her lower body back toward the headboard. He thumbed her asshole, fingering along the rim, wondering if she could take him.

  He added some extra lube to his fingers and again, pushed his thumb inside, readying her.

  “Yes, Jake. Please…”

  “Green?”

  “Yes. Green.”

  With a groan, he pressed the head of his cock against her hole. Damn, she was small and tight. Headiness overtook him as he pushed forward. He felt he might explode before he was inside.