I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

  Or the way she made him feel.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mortified, Arden awakened at seven the next morning to realize she was snuggled tightly against Ken’s side. Had been the best night of sleep she’d gotten in a long time, but she felt badly she’d spent the night there when all they’d been doing was watching TV.

  When she tried to slowly ease her way out from under the covers, he rolled toward her, draping his other arm over her, and his thick, sleep-filled voice rumbling right through her.

  “Where you think you goin’?”

  Oh, fuzzbuckets.

  “I…I—”

  “We don’t need to be gettin’ up yet.” He didn’t even open his eyes. “I’m too comfortable, anyway. We good for at least another hour. I set my alarm. Get yoself back here.”

  “B-but—”

  “If I’d wanted to sleep alone, I’d a moved to the other bed when you fell asleep.”

  Who was she to argue with the man she was pretending was her boyfriend and Dom this weekend?

  She sort of returned to how she’d been positioned, except he pulled her closer and let out a contented-sounding sigh. “Dat’s better, baby.” One eye slid open. “You don’t mind me callin’ you dat?”

  “I don’t mind.”

  The eye slid shut again as a smile curved his lips. “Good.”

  Somehow, she finally relaxed against him. From the way his breathing slowed and evened out, he did go back to sleep, but she lay there, wide awake and now hornier than all get out.

  Also, now she wondered what it’d be like sandwiched between him and any of the other three men.

  * * * *

  When Ken had discovered Arden trying to escape his bed that morning, he’d made a snap decision that he hoped wasn’t going to break their friendship or all the trust they’d painstakingly built with her. Instead of merely pretending she was his subby and his girlfriend, he was going to treat her like she was.

  Hopefully, by the time they returned to Florida there might be a new world order for all five of them. Ken suspected if they’d all come at her at once, she would have rebelled and bolted. Despite her kinky streak, there was also a good-girl streak in her, embedded even more deeply. If the two parts of her clashed, he suspected the good girl would render the kinky girl immobile.

  What he needed to do was get the good girl to let go long enough for the kinky girl to take over and see that they could be everything she needed them to be, right across the board.

  The men had all been in agreement they wanted to work toward her marrying Ken, but had thought it’d take a while.

  Maybe he could speed up that timeframe.

  Once his alarm went off, he still didn’t release her. He grabbed his phone with his other hand and shut the noise off before staring down at her.

  “How you feelin’?”

  “Scared.”

  “You said you wouldn’t hold anything against me this weekend.”

  She nodded. “I won’t. I promise. Whatever we have to do.”

  “Good.” He leaned in and kissed her. Nothing powerful or crushing, but a gentle, sweet tease of lips on lips, lingering, waiting until soft and sweet little sounds emerged from her and her hand slipped behind his neck to hold him in place before he finally ended it.

  “Good girl,” he whispered. “Go get your shower.”

  Wide-eyed, she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  He smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

  He’d remained still, where he was, glad that he’d been lying at just the right angle she hadn’t felt his hardon pressing against his shorts and screaming for relief. If one of the men had been here, he’d either have been fucking them by now, or getting a blowjob.

  He reached down and adjusted himself once she’d headed for the shower. Then another idea hit him a few minutes later. He got up and tried the bathroom door, finding it unlocked.

  He cracked it open. The opaque shower curtain didn’t reveal anything. “Sorry, baby. I need to use the toilet. I thought I could wait, but I can’t. I promise I won’t look.”

  He thought she let out an eep, but she said, “That’s okay. I don’t mind.”

  Except it took him a moment standing there, smiling, before he finally softened enough to go. He flushed. “Thanks, baby,” he said, tempted to peek behind the curtain but not wanting to push that hard or fast, before he left to wash his hands in the sink just outside the bathroom.

  * * * *

  Arden had been tempted to invite him in to take a shower with her, except she knew that was probably pushing things too far past the boundaries of the agreed-upon weekend rules.

  Once she finished her shower and he stepped into the bathroom, she quickly dried her hair and got ready, donning the dress and expensive heels he’d selected for her, along with the warm, long swing coat he’d bought her against the New York spring chill. She’d even purchased new makeup and put it on not a heavy amount, just enough to give her a little help.

  When he emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips, it took everything she had not to drop to her knees in front of him.

  Holy shizzballs, he was gorgeous. She’d seen him shirtless and in shorts before, even in a bathing suit and glimpses of him naked in the pool or hot tub, but fresh out of the shower like that, and all hers for the weekend…

  Yikes!

  As if reading her mind, he smiled. “Like what you see?”

  With no reason to lie, she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Oooh, baby.” He walked over to her and tipped her chin up so he could steal another kiss from her. “See? You’re perfect. This weekend is great, and I have you to thank for it.”

  That left her…confused. Was this real for him, or just part of keeping things hidden from his family?

  Now she wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to be an idiot and return to Florida in love with the guy only to realize it was nothing but an act for him, and they were back to being just friends.

  Worse—friends and co-workers, while he and the other three men could do their sexy things with and to each other.

  He’d laid out his clothes on the bed they’d slept in. As she sat on the other bed and waited for him, he dropped the towel and her throat dried up. Even soft, his cock looked large hanging against his dark, heavy sac between muscular thighs.

  Ooohh…

  He had done it deliberately, because he picked up his boxers and slid her a wink as he slowly pulled them up. “You look like a woman having some deliciously dirty ideas, baby.”

  Beyond speech, she nodded.

  “Then maybe later, if you ask me real nice, I might let you see more of it and even play with it, too.”

  * * * *

  Ken nearly started laughing from the wide-eyed shock on her face. Damn, she was so much fun to play with, even like this.

  But he meant it, even if she likely thought he was teasing her.

  They made it through breakfast and took a cab to the church with plenty of time to spare, arriving there a little after three, over an hour early. But his mom, sisters, and auntie were there already, fussing over every last detail to make sure the church was perfect.

  The wedding ceremony was simple and beautiful, and Sissy looked gorgeous in her dress. Arden kept a smile on her face and kept herself glued to Ken’s side first at the church, then at the reception at a nearby hotel. His relatives didn’t act too bitchy to her today, and had in fact seemed to warm up to her somewhat.

  As warm as they could be to a stranger they weren’t exactly happy to see, but who they’d tolerate due to the circumstances.

  Except that worked to his benefit, because they assumed she really was his girlfriend.

  Win.

  He even tolerated the jabs from his extended family, all cousins, who bitched that he’d picked a different hotel to stay in than them. Except he hadn’t wanted to be too close to his relatives for that long, them able to easily drop in on him and Arden. It was too much stress on him, and he knew it’
d be too much stress on her, as well. Instead, he’d put them at a different hotel closer to his old office with the excuse that while they were there he had to drop by and say hi to some people.

  Because it was work, his mom and close family wouldn’t object.

  Too much.

  Once they survived tonight, and the brunch tomorrow, they could breathe easier. Although he wouldn’t fully relax until they were safely back in Florida.

  As the evening wore on, he bought Arden a couple of rum and Cokes because he could tell she needed a little liquid courage. When the alcohol hit she finally relaxed. He could almost spot the moment it happened. Through the dinner, and cake, she was all smiles and curled against him like a cat.

  Once the dancing started, he stood, pulling her with him. “Come on, baby. Time to see what you got.”

  * * * *

  Arden wished she’d taken it a little slower with the rum and Cokes, but now that it’d hit, it flowed through her and warmed not only her stomach, but her clit as well. As others started dancing around them, many of them grinding on each other, she draped her arms around Ken’s neck and remembered their discussion at the departure gate in Tampa.

  His hands settled on her ass and he pulled her body against his as she practically humped his thigh. Her gaze met his, unwavering.

  “Can we really pretend? At least for tonight?” she whispered in his ear when he dipped his head to listen.

  “Tell me what you want, baby. Like I said, all you have to do is ask.”

  “I want you, Sir.”

  The outer edges of his eyes crinkled with evil amusement. “Spec-ci-fi-ci-ty,” he said, emphasizing every syllable. “Tell me. If for no other reason than I want to claim the credit as the man who finally got our sweet little biker girl to say cock.” His hands skimmed down to her ass again and he shifted slightly before he ground back against her.

  Her heart galloped as she felt what could only be the hard outline of his cock perfectly rubbing between her legs.

  Holy cow!

  His fingers dug into her ass as they swayed in time to the music. “Ask me, Arden. Tell me what you want the big, bad Dom to do to you tonight, baby. None of that purple prose. You want it, ask for it. Ask me nicely enough, I’ll give it to you, whatever you want. Especially if you beg very nicely.”

  “I…” She bit down on her lower lip. “I want your cock, Sir.”

  More grinding. “This cock?”

  “Y-yes.” Her eyes fell closed as she savored the teasing sensation of his cock rubbing against her clit through her clothes.

  “Nah, baby. Look at me.”

  Her head lolled back and she found his gaze burning into hers. “Ask me. And ask me properly.”

  “I…I want your cock, please, Sir.”

  “Oooohwee.” He smiled, but now it held more than a little evil satisfaction. “Tell me where you want my cock, baby.” He changed his rhythm and angle and she nearly came right there.

  “I want it…there.”

  “Tsk, you were soooo close. Start over.” His head dipped, his lips by her ear, his tone dropping into panty-melting serious Dom-tone. “Ask me properly, for everything you want tonight, and I’ll give it to you. But only if you ask me.”

  It felt like a thousand degrees in the room right now, but there was nowhere else she wanted to be except in his arms.

  Well, unless the other three men were there with them.

  She took a deep breath. “Please, Sir, I want to suck your cock, and want you to fuck my pussy.”

  One hand smacked her ass and she nearly came. “That’s my very good girl. Anything else you want tonight, baby?”

  “I need a spanking, Sir, please.” She hadn’t had one since the night she’d scened with them at the club.

  His lips slanted over hers and it felt like the room stopped, went silent around them. The two of them alone with no one to intrude.

  His hot, sweet mouth took total possession of hers, his tongue tracing her lips, slipping into her mouth before he sucked on hers.

  “No more alcohol tonight,” he hoarsely said. “I want you sober when we get back to the room. This don’t happen unless you are. A’ight?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Me and the boys are careful, but do we need to stop and get condoms for you on the way back?”

  She shook her head. “No, Sir. I’m on the pill.”

  He caught her chin in his hand and held her still, smiling. “Gonna ruin you tonight, baby,” he whispered. “You realize that, right? Just imagine if the boys were here with me. Think about that while I’m doing all sorts of sweet, dirty things to you better than any man you ever been with before, and imagine that times four. Then you give serious thought to something else I want you to think about.”

  “Sir?”

  He leaned in, his breath in her ear. “You could have all four of our cocks at your beck and call, baby. All you gotta do is ask us. Look at me right now, for example. You got us all eatin’ out of your hands and you don’t even see it.”

  He punctuated that with another sexy grind. “Tonight is the start of your descent into Paradise. Gonna prime your pump and get you nice and ready. When we get home Monday, we’re gonna start a new chapter. If you want us, that is.”

  Did she want them?

  Heck, yeah!

  * * * *

  If Ken knew it wouldn’t piss off Momma and his siblings, he would have snatched Arden up and run back to the hotel with her right then.

  Except she wasn’t exactly totally sober at that moment. He only wanted her if she was all in and able to make that call without regrets the next morning.

  He could wait. They’d have all night.

  And tomorrow, before and after brunch with his family.

  And then when they got home, they’d all have her.

  Was he meant to be exclusively with a woman for the rest of his life?

  No.

  Did the thought of watching the guys with her make him throb like a damn horny teenager?

  Yeah.

  Even better, the hot fantasy of sliding his cock up the ass of whoever was fucking her, pinning that man between her and his own body, had already sponsored many of his own orgasms.

  Or maybe one of them fucking him while he fucked her.

  He wasn’t picky, either way.

  Thank god I stayed sober tonight.

  He spun her around in his arms to face away from him, her ass pressed against his cock, one of his arms draped around her waist and the other resting on the front of her thigh.

  So close, teasing her, the message crystal clear.

  At least Momma won’t hassle me about not having a girlfriend.

  He didn’t even have to fake how into it he was with Arden. She had his cock screaming for relief, and the first thing he was going to do when they returned to the room was put a load down that pretty little throat of hers so he could think.

  Once he spent some time eating her out and making her feel good, he’d be ready to put the second load in what he suspected was a tight pussy.

  My boys are gonna be sooo jealous.

  He couldn’t wait to tell them, either.

  He nibbled the side of her neck as they danced, occasionally glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention to them. A couple of his cousins could likely be expected to leave passive-aggressive if not downright nasty comments on his Facebook profile next week for him bringing Arden, but he didn’t give a shit about them. They would hate on any woman he dated who was lighter than him or them.

  They were also missing the forest for the trees, which was exactly what he wanted to happen.

  Let them spin their wheels of righteous indignation that how dare he put on such a show with a white girl. They’d never know what he’d been doing for the last several months with the guys in bed.

  That was exactly how he wanted to keep it, too.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Arden was totally sober by the time Ken let them into their hotel room. She wonder
ed if he’d still be wanting to do what he’d said when he caught her hand and pulled her into his arms.

  “I think someone needs to get naked for me, hmm?”

  Ooookay, then.

  She wasn’t going to turn this down.

  When she slid off her coat, he took it from her and tossed it onto the chair. She started to take off her heels, but he stopped her. “Nah, leave those on. For now.”

  He smiled as he took the dress from her, then her bra and panties. As he circled her, nodding in what she hoped was an appreciative way, she felt desperately glad she’d opted to shave her cooter that morning in the shower.

  He stepped in and pulled her into his arms. “Someone said something about needing a spanking, too, if I recall?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He reached down and smacked her ass, hard, with one hand. “Then someone better get down on their pretty little knees and do what I told them to do.”

  He held her hands, helping her down. Then she bowed, hands on the floor, forehead resting on them. “I need a spanking, Sir. Please, give me one.”

  “Mmm mmm mmm. Then what?”

  She took a deep breath. “Then I want to suck your cock, Sir, and want you to fuck my pussy with your cock.”

  “Ooooh, baby. Such pretty begging.” He reached down and fisted her hair, easing her back up into a sit, her face right in front of his fly. “Start with convincing me how badly you want my cock, baby.”

  Her fingers trembled as she eagerly worked to unfasten his belt and fly and lower his zipper. His thick cock lay hard and pressing against it from inside, making it tricky to get it out but she managed. He looked even larger than he had that morning and her mouth watered as she leaned in and licked the tip before swallowing him as deeply as she could.

  “Ooooh, yeah.” He cupped one hand around the back of her head, his fingers keeping her in place as she bobbed up and down on his cock. The other he reached down and held the base of his cock, and she realized she didn’t want to be anywhere else at that moment but right there.