Over and over he licked and sucked, keeping her on the thin edge of orgasm. She held on to the comforter, giving over to him. He wouldn’t leave her like this. He wouldn’t torture her with no hope of release, but he would push her. And she would let him because she trusted him. It was stupid, but she did, and she would lie here underneath him, giving him everything he requested.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “A good girl like you deserves a treat, baby.”
She loved the way he called her baby in that dirty, decadent way. He might call her baby, but he treated her like a woman. He’d used her mouth, allowing her to pleasure him. He’d made her a part of their lovemaking rather than treating her like a china doll. Even as he held her down, his big hands clamping down on her thighs, she felt sexier and more like a woman than ever before.
James pressed two fingers up into her cunt and sucked her clit hard. Hope’s vision swam as the orgasm took her. Before she could even process the feeling, James was moving up, covering her with his big body. He found her lips, their chests rubbing together. She tasted her tangy essence, but this time it was mingled with his. She opened her mouth, allowing him to dominate her. She loved his weight on top of her, pressing her into the silky softness of the bed.
He moved briefly to his knees, and Hope watched with a pleasant lethargy as he reached over to the small nightstand and grabbed one of the condoms that had been thoughtfully left there. James opened the condom and sheathed his dick. His bright blue eyes found hers as he lined his cock up to her pussy and started to press in.
“So tight. God, baby, I can feel the plug. When Noah…” He stopped himself, shaking his head as though to rid himself of the thought. He twisted his hips, working his way in. “I love the way the plug feels. When the time is right, I’m going to take your ass. I’m going to fuck you every way I can. There’s not going to be an inch of you I don’t cover because you’re mine, Hope. You’re fucking mine.”
But she knew what he’d been thinking. He’d been thinking about Noah. He’d been thinking about sharing her with his brother. Noah had been right. James might not be willing to share now, but he wouldn’t be able to help himself in the long run. If she opened herself, and if Noah continued to make amends, she might have what she wanted.
She wrapped herself around James. “I need you. I need you so much.”
She did. She couldn’t imagine leaving now. She held James close as he finally worked his way all the way in. Between the plug and James’s cock, she could barely breathe she was so full. She held him. He’d given her so much pleasure she didn’t expect she could handle more. She would let him take his pleasure and be perfectly satisfied.
But James wanted more.
“Give it to me, Hope.”
“I can’t.” It was almost too much. He ground his hips down on her clit, as though he sought to fuse them together. Hope shook her head, but there was no denying it. There was no stopping it. James’s cock slid inside as he thrust deep, and she screamed as she came. This orgasm caused her body to shake. It started in her pussy in that perfect place that James’s cock had found, and it drove outward like an earthquake. Her vision blurred, and she held on to James for dear life.
He groaned, gritting his teeth above her as he came.
He thrust into her one last time and then allowed his body to drop on top of hers. His chest heaved, and his body shuddered. He buried his face in her neck, his breath hot on her skin. She let her legs fall from around his waist, but she couldn’t bring herself to let him go.
His head came up slightly, his blue eyes sleepy but content. “See, that wasn’t all that bad. We’re going to play, Hope. We’re going to play a lot.”
“She needs aftercare.” Noah’s soft voice cut through the afterglow. Noah. He was still here, still watching.
James’s eyes hardened. He rolled off her, and she missed his warmth. “You think I don’t know what I owe her?”
“I don’t know how much you’ve played lately. You could be out of practice.” Noah’s face was flushed, his breath heavy. He turned his eyes away from her.
James didn’t seem to have a problem with nudity, but Hope suddenly felt hers. She pulled the comforter around her.
“I haven’t had a lot of time to play,” James said, his voice sharp and biting. “I had to take care of the ranch, and I had to take care of my father, so no, I haven’t been trolling clubs the way you have. But I still know damn well how to take care of my sub.”
Noah flinched a little but didn’t back down. “Her backside is probably aching. That’s all I’m saying.”
Hope forced herself to sit up and wished that Noah hadn’t said anything. “I’m fine. It’s just a little sore.”
She actually liked the ache. Every muscle in her body felt pleasantly used. Her blood was still humming through her system, but the amazingly sweet fog that had encompassed her brain was fleeing.
“Okay, then. I was just worried about you.” Noah pushed off the wall. “I’m going to go back to the main house. Am I still allowed to stay at the house or should I go into town?”
James shook his head, his hand scrubbing his scalp. “Just take the guest room.”
Noah walked out without looking behind him. The door closed with a quiet snick.
James stared at it for a moment, his shoulders set. He was silent.
“James,” Hope began.
He turned, and for just a moment, she saw the look of naked pain on his face, but he wiped it away in favor of a devilish smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Alone at last. I think he has the picture now, baby.”
Noah was walking away. Hope felt a little panicked. “James, you should go talk to him.”
He huffed and crawled back on the bed. “I’m not going after him when I just got rid of him. Don’t worry. Noah always bounces back. He’s the smart one after all. He’ll get over this, too.”
She wasn’t sure Noah was going to get over being estranged from his brother, and James was only putting up a good front. “Please, I don’t want to come between the two of you.”
James crowded her, climbing up her body after he dragged the comforter away. “You won’t. I’ll make sure of it. Hope, this is not your problem. And this is my time. I don’t want to talk about Noah. I want to concentrate on you and me.”
He lowered his lips to hers, and Hope stopped thinking.
Noah took a deep breath of the rapidly cooling Colorado air. It filled his lungs with a sweet ache. He wasn’t used to the altitude. It wouldn’t take him long. He’d been born in these mountains. When he’d sat in his small Manhattan apartment, he’d dreamed of them. He would close his eyes and feel the wind that rushed from the mountains into the valley, caressing his face. He would hear the aspens shake and smell the dirt.
He’d made a mistake. More than one. And now he had to wonder if coming home had been the biggest one of all.
Noah walked out of the guesthouse. Everything had changed. The guesthouse had been a place for friends to stay, and now there were plans to make it bigger than the main house. His childhood playground was gone, burned down in a fire he hadn’t even known about.
Maybe he’d burned down his whole connection to James when he’d walked out. Maybe he didn’t deserve to come home.
Maybe he owed it to his brother to walk away.
With a heavy sigh, he walked into the house. He walked through the living room and into the kitchen, wondering if James still kept a bottle of whiskey under the counter like their fathers had for years before. He and James had found it and gotten into some serious trouble for giving it a try.
Noah walked in the kitchen and was assaulted once again by the fact that everything changed.