One in Waiting (Reedsville Roosters Book 2), page 12
“In what capacity? I suspect once you meet Alison, I won’t have much of a choice.”
“True, but I mean in a capacity beyond the shared child one. We know we’re compatible.”
“Compatibility has nothing to do with it. The issue at hand is that neither of you are single. I suspect you would expect me to have sex with the two of you exclusively.”
“Yep.”
Just yep. Didn’t dance around it. Didn’t hash his words. “That’s incredibly restricting.”
“It’s a sacrifice you would just have to make.”
“And what sacrifice would you be making?” She scooped up some rice and pushed it between her lips.
“Pretty big one. I’m putting my pride aside.”
“In what way?”
“I think I’m taking a pretty big leap in asking the woman who ripped my heart to shreds to make some room in her life for me and my boyfriend.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“Because it seems right. Doesn’t it seem right to you?”
“I’m probably not the best person to make that determination.”
“Maybe not. But, I know Ren. I know you—or at least, I think I still do. I know what the two of you could be together. You’ll have to take my word for it.”
“Right. And is Ren so eager to take your word for it? That doesn’t seem to be the case.”
“You’re grasping at straws. You let me deal with what I have with Ren, and you take care of what’s happening with you and him.”
“Because the two relationships don’t overlap at all, right?”
“They’re gonna overlap a whole hell of a lot, but you’ve got to hold up your end of the bargain.”
“I haven’t made any bargains yet. I’m not sure what you’re proposing is something I want to do.”
“Why, because you like being by yourself so fucking much?”
“Leary, that’s not fair.”
He shrugged. “Fuck fairness. I’m trying to get you onboard here, Emilie.”
“No, you’re trying to have your cake and eat it, too.”
“Now you’re being unfair. If you were going to be just some pussy on the side I wouldn’t work so hard, I assure you. I’m the same Leary I was seventeen years ago. Have I ever struck you as the kind of man who would engage in something so casual for so long?”
She sighed. She couldn’t lie. Leary was nothing if not steadfast. “No.”
“Just give it some thought, that’s all I’m saying. Don’t try to close yourself off. Really try to see what could be there, because it could be so good.”
“Or it could be a disaster,” she whispered.
“It won’t be. I promise you, it won’t. I always keep my promises…when you give me a chance to.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Emilie tied a hair elastic around the end of her braid as she stepped into the guest bedroom and found Ren, as instructed, waiting nude at the head of the bed. Leary sat in the chair at the corner with his forearms draped over his knees. After shutting the door, she went straight to the closet and flicked on the light.
As she’d showered, she’d given plenty of thought to what implements to pluck from her boxes of tricks and decided to go for toys that would render sensation over a longer period. She brought down a smaller black box and turned off the light.
Again, she set the box on the nightstand, but this time opened the drawer and removed the bottle from within. She set the lube beside the box and bumped the drawer closed.
“Are you ready, Mr. Ardent?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’d like you to get in the exact center of the bed and lie spread-eagle.”
His forehead furrowed, but after a moment, he complied, scooting down farther and lying flat with his legs spread hip-width apart.
“Very nice. I’d like you to do a little better, though. Legs farther.” She lifted the box’s lid and removed the set of cuffs from within.
He parted his legs a bit more. His curious gaze followed her around to the foot of the bed.
“I’m going to restrain you. Impede your movement. Ankles and wrists. Do I have your consent?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She attached the leather cuffs to each ankle, working her finger beneath the fastening to ensure there was room for some slip. “Let me know if at any time your feet or hands start to go numb, and I’ll make adjustments. She fastened a cuff onto his right hand, pausing to examine his palm. Scarred. Calloused. It was a worker’s hand, skillful and strong. So sexy.
She pressed her thumbs into the center in a gentle massage.
He watched her with parted lips, his breathing already quick and erratic. Anticipatory. She kissed the palm and let it rest at the corner of the mattress. “Hold it there.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She cuffed the other wrist, repeating the short massage before returning to the box for the long Velcro ties. She fastened one through the loop of each cuff and secured his limbs to the bedposts.
He looked like some sort of winsome offering to the gods stretched out for sacrifice with all his enticing muscle and nudity on display. As much as she wanted to resist consuming what he offered, she didn’t know how long she’d be able to. She couldn’t get Leary’s proposition out of her mind. It was unorthodox and maybe a little insane, but it held a certain appeal. With the two of them, she’d have the right mix of control and submission. She’d be able to give up some things to Leary when she needed to, and demand order and compliance from Ren when she craved it.
The arrangement was something for her to think about later when her mind wasn’t a mess of anxiety at being short staffed, residual angst over her visit to New Orleans, and swirling thoughts about the upcoming Camp Out.
Returning to the box, she withdrew two implements she’d considered carefully for Ren. He wanted more sensation all at once, but she needed to be careful about how she ramped up their play. She needed to be responsible and observe how his body responded to small things before she pushed him toward powerful ones.
She climbed onto the bed and crawled between his legs with the two toys and the bottle of lube. Laying them inside his left thigh, she looked up at him. “Mr. Ardent, I have two toys I’d like your permission to use.”
He picked his head up slightly and looked down his chest.
She held up the first—a simple circle of stretchy latex she slid over her index and middle fingers.
“Is that a cock ring?”
“Yes. A brand new one, if case you were worried. Have you used one before?”
“No, ma’am.”
“May I use it on you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She rewarded him for his trust by leaning in and laying a trail of kisses down from his navel to the top of his pubes. His belly quivered beneath her lips and he drew in a sharp breath, but otherwise lay very still. Even as her nipples skimmed his thighs and the tip of his cock tucked against his chin, he didn’t buck, didn’t thrust.
“You’re a quick learner.” She sat up and freed the ring from her fingers.
“He doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with it, but he won’t want to spoil a good thing,” Leary said from the corner. His fingers lingered over the button of his jeans.
“You’ve been coaching him?”
“Nope. I’m learning right along with him.”
She turned her attention toward the second toy and held it up for Ren. “You shouldn’t have a problem taking that, Mr. Ardent.” It was a plug, far smaller than Leary’s cock, but more rigid. She didn’t intend to fuck him with it, just add a background sensation. He’d be reminded of the toy’s invasion of his ass every time he squirmed or bore down.
“No problem,” he said.
“Good.” She trickled some lube into her open palm, slicked it down his semi-erect shaft, and over the head. She spent extra time there, alternating between squeezing and stroking, massaging the satiny tip.
He tipped his head back and let out another long breath. “Your hands are so nice. Gentle.”
“Gentle can be as satisfying as rough sometimes.” She looked at Leary with that admonition. Sometimes, more didn’t necessarily mean harder.
Letting Ren’s cock fall to his belly, she picked up the ring and stretched it. “You’re nice and lubed, so this shouldn’t pull at your skin as it goes on. If it seems too tight or if you don’t like the sensation, tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She gave his cock a couple of pumps inside her fist, spreading on a little more lube, and then rocked the ring down his rigid shaft. Setting it at the base, she sat back on her heels and stroked the insides of his thighs. “How’s that feel?”
“It’s…interesting. Tingles a little.”
“As more blood is dammed, that feeling may intensify.” She picked up the plug and lubed it up. She so rarely got to play with asses. So many men thought having their prostates stimulated automatically equated to homosexuality, and she found that to be an utterly ridiculous supposition. If they knew how powerful their orgasms could be with a little extra pressure from the rear, perhaps they’d be less judgmental.
“This is also new, Mr. Ardent.” She held up the lubricated plug.
“You have all these toys on hand just in case?” Leary asked. Now his jeans were unfastened, and the head of his cock peeked through the open fly.
“I wouldn’t say just in case. I’d rather play at clubs than at home. Less personal that way.” She pushed the tip of the plug against Ren’s ass and worked it in slowly. “On the rare occasion I do bring someone into my home, I like to be prepared. I get lots of deliveries that are plain, brown boxes with generic return addresses.”
She pushed the plug in past its flared hips, and Ren hissed.
“God, that’s nice.”
“It’s a nice view from where I am, Mr. Ardent.” And it really was. He was a feast for the eyes, laid bare for her with his cock gone slightly purple and so hard.
Giving the plug the smallest wiggle, she bent down and kissed the head of his dick.
“Fuck,” Ren whispered.
“Some women just order shoes online,” Leary said.
“Most of my shoes nowadays are boots, and I have enough of those.” With the plug’s base flush with Ren’s bottom, she skimmed her fingers up the thick vein on his cock.
“Fuck,” Ren repeated.
She tossed the lube aside and crawled up to the head of the bed. Meeting Ren’s now-eager gaze, she brushed her fingers across his lips. When they parted, she pressed her index finger against his tongue.
He sucked.
“I know you two are clean. You wouldn’t have been allowed at The Den if you weren’t.”
He nodded as she withdrew her finger. Circling it around his full lips, she said, “If you want proof that I am as well, I could get it for you. I had a physical six weeks ago and hadn’t had intercourse for two months before that.”
“I trust you,” Ren said.
“You hadn’t had sex in three months and you could take a fucking like I gave you?” Leary swirled his fingertips around his cock head and spread his legs a bit farther. “I was feeling a little inadequate, honey.”
“Don’t take it personally. I spend a lot of time on horses. If your ambition is to get me to walk crooked, you’ll have to be a little more creative than bending me over and fucking me from the back.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
She just bet he would. He might have considered himself left-brained, but he was creative enough to come up with a few experiments to try, and…well, she’d probably let him.
She looked down at Ren. “How’s that dick feeling now?”
“I’m trying not to think about it. I might go a little crazy.”
“That’s the idea,” she whispered. Leaning down, she pulled his earlobe between his teeth and let it snap back, conscious of Leary’s view of her backside and what it must’ve been doing to his libido. She reached a hand back and parted herself so he could see her arousal glisten and guess at what caused it.
His groan told her she’d achieved the intended effect.
“Like that, Leary?”
“You don’t even have to ask.”
She swirled her tongue over Ren’s earlobe and asked low, “Would you like to see how wet I am for you, Mr. Ardent?”
“For me?”
“Mm-hmm. You’re lying here so prettily for me, not trying to push me or guide my actions. I like that very much, and I want to reward you for it. Would you like your reward now?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m happy to oblige you.” She sat up, turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and straddled his face, keeping her cunt out of his reach.
Now he did strain, pulling at his restraints as he arched up with tongue already extended.
“Patience, Mr. Ardent.”
“Sorry.” He settled back down, and pressed his lips together in a tight line as if to subdue his tongue.
She eased down onto his face, working her cleft across his closed lips, and closing her eyes at his facial stubble’s assault against her clit. “You can taste me, Mr. Ardent.”
He didn’t hesitate. His tongue lashed out and pressed against her sex, swiping down in one long stroke.
“You like how smooth she is, Ren?”
“Mmm. Real nice.”
Leary continued toying with his exposed cock, not really pleasuring himself, but seeming to prepare for the main event. He was a sinful sight all himself, and she had a mind to call him over and request he put his cock between her lips, but it was Ren’s moment, not his. Leary didn’t need his bedroom ego stoked by Emilie. Ren, on the other hand, seemed to crave it. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but paying attention to him—learning him—was no hardship. Grumbling about her ranch operations aside, he was damned easy to be around. She needed some easy things in her life.
She reached down and parted her lips to ease his access, and her eyes rolled back into her head at his tongue’s enthusiastic thrusts. In spite of his current relationship status, he’d obviously had a lot of practice pleasuring a woman, but she suspected his mouth wasn’t a treat he offered to everyone.
She pushed up onto her knees, pulling free of his probing tongue, and he let out a frustrated whine.
“Sometimes, it’s okay not to finish what you start, Mr. Ardent.” She turned to face him and straddled his waist, scooting back inch by inch until she was stationed over his engorged cock.
He picked his head up, pulled at his restraints, and—taking a deep breath—settled back down. Self-correction at its finest. He understood her game: I can wait as long as you can, and he didn’t want to wait. He wanted to be fucked.
Reaching down, she righted his erection and targeted it to her lowering core.
“Tell me how it feels, Ren,” Leary said as she settled slowly down onto Ren’s erection.
Ren’s words were an indecipherable shout through clenched teeth. His belly quivered and torso shook as his hips tried, but couldn’t quite manage, to not thrust upward. Such tiny little thrusts. Shivers, really, and she allowed them this time. Next time, he’d have to do better.
She reached back and gave the base of the plug between his legs a little tap.
“F-f-fuck.”
“How’s your cock, Mr. Ardent?” She eased off it, and descended slowly once again.
“F-f-fine.” His eyelids fluttered and lips quivered. “Oh, God.”
Up again, and then down. “I think I’m going to have a lot of fun playing with you. I’ve got lots of toys.” She squeezed, and he hollered for mercy. “Weights and clamps. Ticklers and whips. Ropes and ties. You never know what you’re in the mood for.”
“I’ll take whatever you give me.”
“And refuse whenever you desire to.” She stopped moving. Waited for him to open his eyes. “Do you understand me, Mr. Ardent?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.” She skimmed her hands up his delightful abs and pressed her palms onto the mattress on either side of his ribs. Pressing her chest to his, she tucked her feet beneath his thighs and wriggled down onto him, squeezing his shaft tight and letting his hard length hit all of her favorite spots. As much as their joining was about giving Ren what he needed as a sexual submissive, for once, Emilie wanted to have her release, too. She didn’t always need or want to. Sometimes she just wasn’t aroused enough, but she suspected that would never be a problem when Ren offered himself up to her…and with Leary looking on.
As if at the thought of him, Leary stood—jeans sagging—and walked to the foot of the bed. He squatted, and his gaze fell to the place where Ren entered her. His arm moved in a telltale up-and-down. She didn’t need to see is hand to know what it was on.
“Like what you see?” she asked.
“More than you’ll ever know. Can he come like that?”
“He will. Eventually.”
At that, she turned her focus to the man beneath her. She checked in with her body and noted every little sensation—his girth stretching her, the rasp of his pubes against her clit, his cock head pushing against her G-spot, his hard chest giving resistance to her tight nipples. And although his breaths were uneven and muscles pulled tight as a drum, he lay as still as he could for her. He was that easy thing in her life, for sure.
“You please me, Mr. Ardent.”
“I want to.”
She tucked her lips into the bend between his neck and shoulder, and rode him slowly and in small movements. With the cock ring on, he didn’t need hard, fast thrusts to have an extraordinary orgasm, just stimulation. Anticipation.
She rode him as long as she could bear, until the pressure forming between her nipples, clit, and pussy created an almost uncomfortable fullness that needed to be slaked, and soon.
Ren’s face was drawn into a grimace, teeth clenched and eyes closed tight. He gasped each time she pulled him into her sheath. In her periphery, his fingers fluttered as if tapping against invisible piano keys. She knew if she were to look down his body, she’d see his toes curled.
So easy.
She twined her fingers through his hair and sparked his eyes open. The dark of his enlarged pupils nearly overtook the gray. She leaned up, brushed her lips across his parted ones. “Tell me what you want, Mr. Ardent.”
