The Satin Sash

  “What happened? Did the building burn to ashes? Did someone quit, die, break a nail?”

  He gave a put-out sigh as he carried her around. “It’s foolish. She just wanted to assure me her job was done for the day. Baby, I don’t think she’s lasting that long.”

  “Patience, Grey.” She palmed his jaw. “It is a virtue.”

  “Not mine, sweetheart.”

  As he lowered her on the chaise, she extricated her arms from the towel and lay back so he could dry her off. “Let’s get you dry, hmm? I won’t have my woman saying I don’t take care of her. And I do wash you diligently.”

  She laughed, and her womb brimmed with liquid fire as his familiar scent swamped her. He was bent over, his hair darker in its dampened state, streaked with lighter golds and falling across his forehead as he dried her off in brisk, efficient moves she suspected he didn’t mean to be sexual. But to her they were. Her heart was in love with Grey. Her body was in love with his body. She could not help the strengthening of her heartbeat, the lust pouring into her blood.

  Heath was toweling off his hair a few steps away and paused when she took one of Grey’s large, capable hands and pressed it between her legs.

  “I’m wet here, too,” she confessed.

  Grey’s eyes flicked up to hers. Something passed there, something that sizzled. He swiped her wet hair behind her forehead with his free hand, his voice deepening. “Right. Wet.”

  He hooked his thumbs under the strings around her hips.“Let’s get this wet thing off you and we’ll see.” He peeled off her bikini bottom, and she gasped at her buttocks hitting the raspy, rainproof chaise fabric. He tested her pussy lips with his two longest fingers, his pupils dark and dilated, simmering with heat. “Is this what you wanted me to find, Antonia?”

  The flesh distended as he inserted one finger, then swelled more for two. He plugged them deep into the heart of her. Her toes dug into the chaise while her hips rose, a shriek of ecstasy leaving her lips.

  Heath dropped his towel and took a step forward. Over his shoulder, Grey said, “Want to take a look at this, Heath?”

  She fell still as he approached. Her mouth dried up at the sight he presented with his erection straining his royal blue trunks to a tent. Staring brazenly at her tits, he crooked his shoulders and seized her inner thigh. She could feel the calluses in his palm as his dampened hand slid slowly upward.

  Watching his intense expression, she licked her lips, tingling with the knowledge that Grey watched what Heath was doing to her with a matching intensity.

  Heath’s thumb touched one distended lip first, then pulled it aside so he could gingerly stroke inside. Against her right hip, the ridge and form of Grey’s penis stabbed into her flesh. Huskily, he whispered something about licking her dry and ducked his head. His tongue laved one tightly pebbled nipple.

  By the time Heath stuck a long, expert finger inside her, she reared up in need. “Yes,” she said, her voice hoarse.

  He slid over the crest of her clit, coating his thumb with her cream until it glistened, and with their gazes locked, he raised it to his tongue.

  “She’s soaked, Grey.”

  She trembled as Heath lapped hungrily at his finger, his tongue flat and long, triggering memories of having it in her pussy.

  Her nipple vibrated when Grey spoke against it. “I know she’s soaked.” He kept her anchored against him as he rose, her toes touching the ground. “Cold, Toni?” he whispered.

  She buried her lips in his neck, where she smiled in mischief. “Guess again.”

  “Just say when, and we’re all over you.”

  “When when when!”

  Damp swim trunks hit the ground with a splat. Then the three of them stumbled up the steps, through the terrace sliding doors, and into the lamp-lit bedroom, all while Grey was groping and squeezing and tasting any body part within reach. Delicious, all of her.

  “You there, Heath?”

  “I’m closing this damned thing,” Heath answered as he tried to find the catch on the rolling glass door.

  “Don’t break it.”

  Toni’s feet had barely touched the rug when Grey hauled her body up against his. His lips hung over hers for a breathless second. “Now say ‘cock,’ baby.”

  She had moist skin, moist hair, a moist mouth. “Cock,” she breathed.

  He pushed his hard-on authoritatively against her pelvis and flattened his tongue to trace the line of her collarbone. “You’ll get cock. You’ll get cock everywhere. You’ll get it in your mouth, in your pussy; you’ll get it down your throat.”

  As he backed her toward the bed, an arm loosely around her waist, she curled her fingers around his shaft and tugged him on like a dog on a leash.

  “I want you inside me,” she murmured against his neck.

  His hand fisted at the small of her back. “Count to ten, and before you get to three, I’m there.”

  Her features were dewy with arousal, and no matter how light her hold on his cock and slow their progress, Grey would follow her to the bed with a crook of a finger.

  He covered her with his eyes. He could trace the bikini she’d worn with his hands, but instead he traced it with his eyes.The start of a tan spread across her abdomen, her legs, her neck, her slender arms.The little globes of her breasts were burnished bronze like the rest of her torso, the nipples dusky and small.

  New tan lines ran less than an inch above the two small rises of her hip bones, dipping to a delicate V between her legs. Between those toned, slim thighs, her pussy was the prettiest, pinkest, most beautiful thing Grey had ever seen. Her clit was tucked between two rosy, tender lips. He knew the inside by memory. He knew the folds they hid were the same shimmering pink of her tongue. He knew how those petals spread, how they moistened for his fingers, for any part of him that touched her. He knew her grip, her every ripple, how warmly she encased him.

  “Get on the bed.”

  Squealing at the predatory look in his eyes, she spun around when the back of her knees hit the mattress. She climbed on the bed and made to cross when he caught an ankle in his grip and yanked her back to the edge. “I’m sorry, but you’re not going anywhere.”

  Her surprised shriek turned to laughter as she struggled up to a sitting position and pointed a chiding finger at him.“Where’s my lover? What did you do to him?”

  “He’s insane.” He caught her waist in his hands, turned her over, and pressed her flat on her stomach. “You drove him wild.”

  She squirmed halfheartedly as he draped his body over hers, ass jiggling against his groin. “Wait! Wait!” she said. “You have to want it bad.”

  “I want it very bad.”

  She stilled her squirms, canted her head. “A-all right, then you have to make me want it bad.”

  “You said ‘when’ three times and you were ready to come; I’d say that’s enough foreplay for you, don’t you think, Miss Kearny?”

  She twisted and pushed at his shoulders so he’d give her space to turn around. “I was only checking to see if you were paying attention.”

  He quirked a sleek blond eyebrow, then pointed at his ear.“Forgive me if I don’t hear you—some wench was screaming in my ear just moments ago.”

  “And what, exactly, do you do to feisty wenches, may I ask?” Her cool hands settled on his shoulders. Behind the light of mirth in her eyes, a fire burned for him, weighting her eyelids.

  His smiled faded, and his timbre dropped to a purr. “Let me show you.”

  He caught her elbows and heaved her up to her knees on the bed, facing him, her playfulness gone. She was at her most vulnerable. She was wanting, waiting for him to give it to her, and her eyes pleaded for it. He felt just as helpless, just as open. “Do you make them scream some more in your ear, Grey Richards?”

  “Yes.”

  They were breathing heavily, both their chests rising fast. “And what is it, exactly, that you make them scream?”

  His thumb and index finger slid up the side of her neck to car
ess the back of her ear. “They scream Grey, baby.”

  “And what if I don’t—”

  He spread his fingers across the back of her head, pulled her forward, and took her lips. He plunged into her, and she gave out a famished, fevered exclamation....

  And shivered when Heath came around to nip at her shoulder, his murmur against her skin barely discernable to Grey. “You’re beautiful.”

  Toni disentwined from both of them and spun around to settle on all fours. When she glanced at Grey over her shoulder, her eyes were luminous. Heath moved to the foot of the bed and curled his hand around his lengthened cock, nudging her lips with the ruddy head. “Kiss me.”

  She opened her mouth, and Heath pressed in. Grey exhaled slowly. His body was ready, his senses soaring, preparing to mate. So he couldn’t explain why, when a hungry sound welled in the back of her throat as she took Heathcliff, he felt robbed of it.

  He could not isolate the despair he felt as he moved on his knees behind her. He had done this dozens, dozens of times. Taken the woman, pleasured the woman, had her writhing. But the fact that from behind he could not see her face—get lost in the forest green of her irises—distressed him. The laughter in her eyes, the lust that had enlarged her pupils moments ago, that had been his. His. Not Solis’s. He’d done ménages with strangers; he should well be able to do this for Toni.

  So he concentrated on the lines of Toni’s back, on the tattoo the damp tendrils of hair around her shoulders created.And he thought, Take me inside your skin, Antonia, and let me feel what you feel.

  His throat ran dry as he stroked the lush mounds of her ass and spread her open for a look. His gaze caressed the rosette above her juicy lips, a place he fantasized about possessing, a place he wished that wouldn’t hurt her during the conquering.

  He kept those cheeks apart and slid his cock in between them, caressing his length with their fullness. He was so fat, his balls drawn high against him, gathered tight.

  This was good, not seeing her face, because she couldn’t see his. He couldn’t seem to control the slightly twisted, painful grimace on it, a grimace caused by the cramp in his chest, the burn spreading from his groin, the confounding, masochistic, torturous pleasure of watching her eat someone else. He wanted to stop it. He wanted to roar. He wanted to watch her love it and be able to love it in return.

  Forcing himself to focus on the physical, he circled the outer rim of her lush ass with the pad of his thumb. She shimmied her hips, inviting his touch, and her scream was muffled by Heath’s cock when Grey inserted his finger into the opening.

  Her rocking motions, the slick coat of sweat on her body, her rosette clutching his thumb. Grey was dripping. His shaft jutted out of him, seeking her.

  His hands skated around her waist to engulf her breasts, full and round and heavy, the nipples balled up tight and ready for his palms. He tweaked them between two fingers, felt them bead to hard little pearls.

  She lowered herself to her elbows, the line of her back angled downward so that her delectable rear was in the air for Grey. Her widespread knees caused dents in the comforter.

  Her head bobbed shakily up and down as she worked Heath’s erection, which glistened as it slipped in and out of her mouth. The man was smiling down at her, his eyes sparkling with lust. “I love your little tongue on me,” he said hoarsely, and his hand was motionless on the back of her head as he swiveled his hips to enjoy that tongue.

  She trembled when Grey grabbed himself and caressed her body with the tip of his penis. Up the back of her thighs, around her pretty cheeks, lightly across the small of her back. He envisioned coating her with his seed, smearing it across her skin, flavoring her with him. He envisioned Heath with blood pouring down his nose, predicted the exact sound his knuckles would make crashing into the man’s jawbone. He envisioned those other thousand times he’d taken Toni, when every cry and moan and murmur had been just his.

  Pushing the thoughts aside, he hunched down and began to masturbate her pussy, doing things to her clit that she liked. Pinch it a bit. Push it.Tweak and pull. Circle. Her scent permeated his lungs, invigorating as an aphrodisiac. He went into her slit with one finger and closed his eyes at what he found, her moistness trickling down his fingers. The tight clench of her pussy made his erection jerk against his abdomen.Then she whimpered, taking in two fingers, so damned wet and swollen he was sure she could take three.

  “Like that?” he said, stabbing those two fingers deep enough to tear a sob from her. “Like cock?”

  She humped his fingers as he screwed them in with leisurely but powerful strokes, her head held up high for Heath. Past her shoulders and her moving head, he could see as she bit at Heath’s balls, heard Heath curse as he grabbed his dick and stuck it into her mouth again, “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous like this. I feel your teeth behind your lips. I’m in love with that little tongue.”

  Love . . . love . . .

  It was Grey who should say this to her; it was his mind that screamed the thoughts of love, and his body that hurt containing it. . . .

  Inwardly cursing, he lowered his head between her parted legs, pushed in a third finger with effort and sucked her wet nub into his mouth. She screamed, bucked, convulsed as she came with powerful contractions. He stoked her orgasm with his fingers and mouth, her tangy taste making him growl.

  He came up panting.“Do it again for me.” He nudged her with his cock, one hand on the flat of her back, keeping her still for his entry as she continued to convulse.

  He parted her with the head, stroked his cock along her inner walls, still wet from her orgasm—and from the way she whimpered at each in stroke, maybe a little too sensitive. “Make us come,” he rasped.

  He watched himself slide into her, feasting on the sight of her turgid lips wrapped snugly around his width. Her pussy walls contracted around him and he screwed in deeper with a groan. When he’d been swallowed down to the root, her body clenching him, she took Heath’s cock just as far inside her mouth, almost choking.

  “Easy,” Grey rasped. He dropped his hand on one plump bottom cheek and gave it a hard squeeze as he fucked her more deeply. She was so tight, her muscles malleable in his hands. He dragged his cock out, then used his grip to haul her closer to him and stabbed in deeper, loving the slapping sound of their bodies.

  His every forceful push was met with the slap of their flesh, with her hips thrusting back, with a whimper. His prized control vanished when her teeth sank into Heath’s cock and the man roared and began to pump.

  Grey gripped her waist for leverage and pistoned into her rippling grip with unbridled, almost clumsy jabs, demanding, “Let go. Let go now.”

  She was delirious, meeting Heath’s ramming stabs with an upward move of her mouth and making all kinds of noises that flew straight to Grey’s head. Her words were muffled but still discernable. “Grey.”

  He stopped plunging, closed his eyes, and let that single word pour through him, and she began to come. Her pussy closed around his cock, sucking him in, jerking at his cock. He resumed his rhythm by pushing into her with several rough grunting sounds, his body contracting as her vagina walls squeezed around all nine inches of rigid male flesh.

  “Fuck, yes,” he growled as he held her body in place and gave her a series of wild, desperate final thrusts that triggered his release. He poured himself into her, one, two, three shots of semen blasting into her so hard he hoped they’d reached her throat and heart.

  And Heath came with a mute roar, his neck straining. He trembled, his eyes rolling upward as he gripped Toni’s head and continued to rub into her mouth, whispering, “Shit, baby . . . oh, shit . . .”

  When the three of them collapsed on the bed, their labored breaths were the only sounds in the still room. Then Heath began to chuckle, shaking his head. “What do you do when your back aches after a wild session like this one?”

  “Pray?”Toni ventured.

  Grey’s lips twitched as he disappeared into the luxurious marble bathroom, washed
his hands, cleaned up. He returned to tenderly wipe Toni’s red bee-stung lips with a tissue, then guided it between her legs, the flesh coated with him.

  She propped herself up on her elbows, raised a hand, and slid her fingers up his stubbled jaw as he dabbed the moisture between her thighs. “Grey?” She sounded uncertain.

  Halting the hand massaging his jaw, he turned it around to press his lips to the tender blue vein running up the inside of her wrist. He couldn’t seem to meet her probing green eyes.

  Grey stalked back to the restroom to dispose of the tissue, and on his return, he narrowed his eyes. Heath was spooning her—on his bed—bending over to whisper something to her ear. Grey couldn’t remember if Heath usually did that with his women, but then he realized it wouldn’t have mattered. The sight had his gut twisting. Her hands were tucked under her cheeks as she lay on her side. Her lashes rested, crescent- shaped and long, against her cheekbones. A half smile stretched her lips, and Grey gave them a perfunctory kiss. “You all right?”

  She burrowed her cheek into the back of her hand.“Fabulous,” she purred, then slid that hand out to sift her fingers through his hair. “You?”

  Without answering, he met Heath’s prying gaze as he tucked Toni under the covers.“We’d better catch some sleep.”And with an edge he couldn’t quite suppress, “See you in the morning, Heath?”

  “Yeah.” Heath snatched up his clothes, ignoring the tone, smiling in amusement at it, in fact. “Watch for the monster under the bed, Grey.”

  “Just get out of here.”

  When the door closed with a faint click behind him, a tense silence fell.Toni studied him with tight white lips and daggers in her eyes as he climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to his waist.

  “You didn’t have to treat him like a male prostitute, Grey.”

  He wasn’t expecting anger. For a moment, he glanced disinterestedly at the blank plasma TV screen across the bed, coldly silent. Finally he reached for his cell on the nightstand, clicked it off, and calmly explained as he set it down, “We have a deal. Heath understands that.”