“Wild as the wind,” Khalid agreed, watching as Ian’s fingers curled around a still flushed, swollen breast.
Her nipples were still hard, the flesh of the areola darkened from her passions. She murmured appreciatively as his thumb rasped over the tip. Her eyes remained closed, but her expression was one of drowsy, returning sensuality.
“Come here, little wind.” Ian sighed deeply as he pulled her into his arms then, tucking her protectively against his chest. “Sleep. For now.”
Khalid wondered if his friend had any idea how revealing that move was. Never, with all the women he had seen Ian share, had he been prone to cuddle them when the sex was over. And never had his voice been so deep, so filled with emotion. He loved the girl, but admitting it would be as hard as finally sharing her had been. Ian was set within the life he had deemed would be his years before. And Courtney, soft, sweet, inherently innocent, was everything he had ever feared of corrupting. Realizing that Courtney saw it as a part of the love she felt for him, a part of herself, not corruption, would be the hardest battle the two would face.
Khalid sent a prayer to God that his friend would realize this before it was too late.
14
Courtney came to awareness slowly the next morning. Beneath her, Ian slept, his arms holding her as she lay draped over his chest. Beside them, Khalid breathed deeply as well, separated from them by nearly a foot as he sprawled naked on his stomach.
The night before had been…intense. Hours upon hours of sexual greed whipping like lightning around them.
How many different ways had they taken her? She couldn’t remember. All she remembered was Ian’s dark voice, urging her higher as each touch sent her careening over edge after edge of intensity.
He had held her as Khalid fucked her. Fucked her as Khalid held her. They had held her, lips and teeth and tongues eating at her, sending her screaming into orgasm after orgasm as she finally relinquished herself into their hands, into their hungers.
It had been an amazing experience. As though Ian had been making up for time and delayed need, he pushed every limit had had ever suspected she had. Only to learn, there were no limits.
A smile curved her lips at the thought. He was such a stubborn man.
“You should be sleeping.” His hand moved over her unbound hair, stroking it lazily as he turned her over his body until she lay between him and Khalid.
She opened her eyes, staring up at him, seeing the lack of tension in his expression now.
“I kept up.” She smiled up at him, daring him to deny she had.
He snorted at her declaration, his blue eyes slumberous, filled with warmth as his hands caressed down her back.
“You lost it,” he charged. “You didn’t make an hour.”
“But I kept up,” she reiterated, a smile tugging at her lips.
“That you did.” His smile reached his eyes as his thumb smoothed over her swollen lips. “You definitely kept up.”
And her body ached in remembrance, in areas she didn’t know could ache.
“I’ll run Khalid off after breakfast.” His hand cupped her cheek. “We’ll have a nice, quiet day alone. If you like, perhaps dinner tonight at The Club.” Wry amusement touched his eyes. “I may as well give Matthew permission to allow you there, it’s obvious you can’t be trusted to follow the rules.”
“What rules?” She widened her eyes innocently, keeping her voice soft, quiet. The atmosphere of intimacy was a balm to the worry that had filled her for so many weeks.
A grin curved his lips.
“You are a wild woman.”
Her heart exploded as he leaned forward, his eyes open, touching his lips to hers as though in benediction. The touch was rife with unvoiced emotion, a tender, almost tentative caress that had her heart filling with joy.
He would need more time, she knew. Accepting her as she was, pushing aside his past and giving her all of himself hadn’t been easy. He would have to feel his way a bit longer before he allowed his heart the same freedom.
She could wait. She had endless patience, and for now, her love for him sustained her. She had pushed past this first, difficult hurdle. The rest would come in time. Because she knew Ian, no temptation, no hunger, no need was strong enough to break his will, unless he wanted to be broken.
“Oh God, I need a shower. All this sappy crap is getting sticky.” Khalid’s amused voice vibrated drowsily beside them.
Courtney rolled her eyes as Ian sighed.
“I could have told you he was a problem,” he informed her with gentle mockery. “You’ll wish he hadn’t been present when you pulled your little shenanigans last night.”
Satisfaction blazed within her.
“Was I complaining?” she asked, and cuddled closer as she ran her hand down his chest to the early morning erection awaiting her.
Heat filled his expression then. Acceptance.
Her fingers curled around the impressive width, a murmur of pleasure leaving her lips as she began to make her way down, her lips caressing his chest as his hands tangled in her hair.
Not to be outdone, Khalid was joining in the games. She felt his lips at her lower back, his fingers traveling up her thigh.
“She’s tender,” Ian gasped as her teeth rasped his stomach. “Be gentle, Khalid.”
She felt Khalid pause, as though the harsh order were an unusual one.
“Always, Ian,” he promised as his fingers whispered over her wet, swollen pussy. “As gentle as a spring rain.”
As she neared the delectable erection awaiting her consumption, a loud, furious commotion outside the bedroom door had her eyes widening in alarm.
“I don’t give a goddamn what his orders are, get the hell out of my way!” The harsh order was accompanied by other voices, raised in protest, in alarm.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Ian jumped from the bed, jerking the comforter over her as Khalid followed suit, grabbing at their pants and rushing to dress.
The bedroom door slammed open to reveal her father.
He was furious.
His gray eyes trained on Courtney with narrow-eyed fury, his still muscular body shaking with his anger.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” Shocked, surprised at the rage that seemed to whip through the room, she stared back at him, kneeling in the center of the bed as she held the comforter around her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
Her mother came around him, obviously upset, her dark eyes meeting Courtney’s in sympathy.
“I’m sorry, darling,” she sighed wearily. “I had no idea where we were going until it was too late, and he stole my cell phone.” She cast her husband a disgruntled look.
“Courtney, get out of here.” Her father’s voice vibrated with his anger.
He looked like a raging bull, his face flushed, his eyes glittering as they trained on Ian.
“Why?” She rose slowly from the bed, careful to keep the blanket around her as she moved to stand in front of Ian.
Unfortunately, Ian wasn’t having it.
“Go to your room, Courtney.” He backed up her father’s order with a gentle demand of his own as he stood carefully distant from her.
“I will not.” She stared between the two men, her brows tightening in a frown as she glared at her father. “You couldn’t have waited until we were at least dressed? Or allowed the butler to inform Ian you were here?”
“And miss this?” His hand swung out to encompass the bedroom as he sneered the question. “Not likely.”
“Miss what?” she snapped back, her own anger brewing now. “What were you missing, Father? Something that was entirely none of your business.”
“Courtney.” Ian stepped closer to her then, drawing her to him as her father clenched his fists, his lips flattening furiously. “Let me handle this.”
“There is nothing to handle.” She shook her head, uncertain, unwilling to leave the room while her father was so furious.