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  “If I’m in Ren’s ass, I don’t really give a fuck what you’re doing at the time,” Cole returned through gritted teeth.

  Hell, was Lucas a bisexual? Because if so, this was so not going to work out in the least. He’d seen plenty of cock. It didn’t bother him. He could appreciate another man’s body with the best of them. But he appreciated it best when it was fucking another woman’s brains out and he could watch. Yeah, he appreciated that kind of cock. But it didn’t mean he wanted it in any of his orifices.

  Lucas looked amused, almost as if he was purposely fucking with Cole’s head. Cole wasn’t amused. He just wanted Lucas to leave already.

  “Ren, get down on the floor, shoulders down and put your legs up on Cole’s lap,” Lucas ordered.

  Cole’s eyebrows went up because he wasn’t getting a real good picture of how this position was going to work, but it still managed to intrigue the hell out of him.

  Ren rose up, releasing his cock from her pussy. His cock flagged upward, trying its best to get back inside her.

  Still straddling his lap, she reached for his hands and gripped them tight.

  “Lower me down,” she said.

  Still not sure what exactly she was doing, he did as she asked and held her steady as she bent backwards and slid headfirst down to the floor until her shoulders met the carpet. Her back rested between his thighs against the chair, and her ass …Well, it was in perfect position. Now he was getting the idea.

  Lucas took her legs and levered them back toward him, which only gave Cole an even better view of, not to mention access to, her tight little ass.

  Lucas planted his feet on either side of Ren’s waist and crowded in. He fumbled with his fly, releasing his cock with an impatient jerk. He was up and over Ren’s opening, sliding home in one forceful thrust.

  Holy shit but it looked hot.

  Lucas silently handed him a tube of KY, and Cole wasted no time applying a liberal amount over his condom-covered erection. He levered himself up so that his cock was tucked to her tiny asshole but he hesitated, looking back up at Lucas.

  They were both large men. She was a small woman. With Lucas already stuffed tight into her pussy, her ass was looking smaller all the time.

  “I don’t want to hurt her.”

  “Do you think even for a minute that I’d do anything to harm Ren?” Lucas asked calmly.

  There was no anger. No ego. No hurt pride. Just a simple question that he obviously didn’t expect an answer to.

  Cole pressed downward, eyes closing at the exquisite sense of her flesh opening around him and tugging him deeper. Holy hell, she was tight.

  His hands covered those plump ass cheeks. He gathered them in his palms, squeezed and massaged as he pushed harder.

  After a moment where her body fought his invasion, she opened around him and he slid all the way in.

  “Now fuck her,” Lucas said.

  “I don’t take direction from you,” Cole snarled.

  “You do until I give her into your care,” Lucas said quietly. “Now fuck her. Show her the hard edges now that she’s seen the softer ones. Give her what she wants, Madison.”

  Wanting only to get rid of the other man as quickly as possible, Cole complied with the request. He began plunging into Ren’s ass while Lucas rode her pussy with quick, ruthless strokes.

  “She doesn’t come,” Lucas said as they moved in unison. “Not yet. Not until I’ve gone. Once we’re finished, it’ll be up to you to give her the pleasure she deserves.”

  Some of Cole’s irritation eased away. He was beginning to realize that this was some ritual. One he didn’t entirely understand but it was a rite of passage nonetheless. Lucas took his responsibility to Ren seriously. Even now he was easing her into Cole’s command. How he could simply walk away mystified Cole, but then Cole himself had walked away once so he had no room to judge another man. Especially when he had Ren’s best interests at heart.

  For several long minutes, they pushed her relentlessly. They fucked her without mercy and she seemed to love every moment of it. She alternated between tight little whimpers, soft moans of pleasure and groans of frustration when they held her orgasm at bay.

  Lucas’s face grew more strained and then he rasped out to Cole, “Pull out.”

  Without contemplating why, Cole slid out of her ass.

  “Hold her open,” Lucas said.

  Cole gripped her ass cheeks and spread them, so that her opening gaped, distended from his rough possession.

  Then Lucas jerked out of her pussy and circled his cock with his hand, yanking in short, rapid motions.

  Cum spurted onto her ass, most of it sliding into her opening. He directed two more streams and then slid quickly back into her pussy, thrusting as he continued to come inside her.

  “Now fuck her,” Lucas said hoarsely.

  Cole understood that this was symbolic. Sort of a branding. Lucas marking her as his in the most intimate way he could before he released her into another man’s keeping.

  Oddly aroused and incredibly turned on by the thought of forcing another man’s cum into her body with his cock, Cole positioned himself and then plunged deep, pushing the liquid deep inside her.

  “Now you come,” Lucas said as his thrusts slowed.

  Cole needed no urging in that department. He was already so on edge that the slightest touch would send him spiraling into the abyss.

  He ground his jaw tight and then slammed into her. Half a dozen punishing thrusts and he was coming and coming until he thought he’d blown the head of his dick right off.

  “Pull her up but stay inside her while I say my good-byes,” Lucas said quietly.

  When Cole complied and pulled Ren to sit in his lap, his cock still wedged deep inside her ass, her eyes were wide with alarm. And panic.

  She looked desperately at Lucas over her shoulder, and it was obvious he hadn’t told her of his arrangement with Cole. Or at least not all of it. Cole swore under his breath.

  Ren stared at Lucas, sure she hadn’t heard him correctly. Say his good-byes? What did that mean exactly? She didn’t dare move. Didn’t dare leap from Cole’s lap as she had the sudden urge to.

  She waited. Dying a little more with each breath.

  Lucas moved to her side then leaned forward and gathered her face in his palms. His touch was exquisitely gentle, his expression tender as he lowered his mouth to brush across her lips.

  “You will obey Cole as you obey me. You will please Cole as you please me. In two weeks’ time I’ll return for you.”

  She closed her eyes against the sudden stab of pain. But he kissed each closed eyelid and whispered an order for her to look at him.

  Her eyelids fluttered open and he stroked his thumb over one cheekbone. Carefully he undid the clasp of her platinum collar until it came loose and fell into his hand. Oh God, no, he wasn’t. He couldn’t!

  She stared in shock as he pulled the collar from her neck. Fear and uncertainty clawed at her. It was worse than any whip or crop. She felt naked and so very vulnerable. Stripped. She no longer had a tangible sign of his ownership.

  He turned to straighten his clothing and right his appearance.

  Her heart tripped and turned over, thudding painfully against her chest wall. She held her breath until she felt light-headed.

  Don’t go.

  She wanted to say it aloud but instead bit her lip until she tasted blood.

  It was like reliving the day Cole walked away from her all over again. She hadn’t realized how much she could still hurt as she watched Lucas walk away from her without so much as looking back.

  Had he grown tired of her? Was this his way of ensuring she would be cared for? By giving her to a former lover who professed to still have feelings for her? Would Lucas even bother returning in two weeks as he’d promised or was it all a pretense to avoid an uncomfortable parting?

  Only when he was gone from the room did a tear slip down her cheek. Her breaths squeezed painfully from her chest.
r />   Cole cursed softly and his arms came around her body, pulling her against his chest. He held her close, his warmth enveloping her. He rested his cheek against the side of her head and then carefully eased himself from her body.

  She flinched as he pulled out of her ass. Her desire had slipped away the moment Lucas had mentioned the word good-bye. She was frozen, caught in a wasteland. She didn’t want to be having sex with Cole. She wanted to be with Lucas. She wanted him to be the one taking care of her and commanding her.

  Gently, Cole turned her in his arms and then cradled her close, his hand smoothing over her hair. He didn’t say anything. He simply held her, his chin resting on top of her head.

  “I’m sorry,” he said simply. “I never intended to cause you hurt.”

  No, she sensed he was as out of sorts as she was with Lucas’s sudden departure. What she didn’t know is if this was a predetermined arrangement or if Cole was just annoyed at how Lucas had handled it. Either way, she now belonged to another man for the next two weeks and deep down she feared that Lucas wouldn’t be back for her. Ever.

  CHAPTER 15

  N ow that Lucas had departed, Ren felt awkwardness descend. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. How she was supposed to feel. She was a blunt, direct person, but right now, the very last thing she wanted was to discuss her feelings. She’d rather drink acid.

  Already she could feel herself unraveling. The boundaries seemed to crumble. She hated this feeling. Hadn’t felt this way sense she’d fled her last relationship and had been so desperate to reestablish her parameters. Her safety net.

  Oh God, what if he didn’t come back? What if he, like Cole, chose to just simply walk away?

  And then Cole’s voice. Sharp. Lean like a whip. Crisp. Cut into her scattered thoughts and snapped her to awareness.

  “Get up.”

  She blinked but hastened to do his bidding.

  “On your knees.”

  She sank to her knees and dropped her gaze to the floor.

  “Look at me.”

  She lifted her chin enough that she could look into his eyes. He stared back at her. Hard. Determined.

  “Who owns you now, Ren?”

  “You do,” she said quietly.

  “Then let’s establish a few things.”

  She was so grateful that tears swam in her eyes. Had he known just how much she’d needed this? She needed this direction. This focus. Needed the discipline. She needed him to be firm, because if he was gentle right now, she’d fall apart.

  She wanted the security and the safety of his dominance. She desperately needed to reestablish the boundaries and know her place.

  He stood, peeling the condom from his softening erection. He strode across the room, leaving her kneeling in front of the couch. After disposing of the condom, he tucked himself back into his pants and then stood there, his gaze trailing over Ren. It was as if he stroked her with his hand.

  “Go to the middle of the room and kneel.”

  She rose and walked on unsteady legs to the center and then lowered herself back down onto the plush area rug. It occurred to her that he hadn’t wanted her to kneel on the hardwood floor as she had been. Some of her panic and anxiety eased.

  “For the next two weeks, you belong solely to me, Ren,” Cole said in a quiet, firm voice that sent shivers down her spine.

  There was steel in that voice. A dark promise that excited and reassured her at the same time.

  “You will do as I command with no hesitation. Your body is mine. You are mine. Understood?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “You’ll answer a few questions for me and then we’ll discuss your accommodations here as well as my expectations.”

  She nodded her acceptance.

  “Do you and Lucas use a safe word?”

  “We did in the beginning.”

  “And not now?”

  She shook her head. “I trust him. He knows me better than I know myself. I could still use it. I mean, it’s not that he’d ignore it. It’s just that I’ve never had to.”

  “You should choose one with me.”

  Her heart twisted. Her mind rebelled. Logically she understood and even embraced the need for one. Every time she’d started a new relationship, boundaries had always been set. A safe word had been established. Cole and Lucas had been the only two men she’d ever fully trusted, though, and something inside her balked at the idea that even now Cole would somehow hurt her.

  She looked deeper, studying the firm set of his mouth and the intense blue of his eyes.

  “It was an accident, Cole,” she offered quietly. “I know you’d never hurt me.”

  He flinched. Then he recovered and his jaw tightened as if she’d angered him.

  “You’re a fool if you trust me so blindly. I’m not the same man, Ren. I’m a hell of a lot harder.”

  “Good.”

  His brow furrowed. He was taken aback by her response.

  She lifted her chin. “I don’t want easy. I’ve never wanted easy.”

  For a moment he didn’t say anything. Then he closed the distance between them until he stood a mere foot away, staring down at her from his imposing height.

  “Your safe word, Ren. Choose it now.”

  “Lucas.”

  The word fell between them, and how appropriate the safe word was. It was a name she’d never invoke with Cole unless she was at her very limit. It was also the name of the man with whom she felt the safest with.

  She saw his realization that if she did ever use her safe word that it would be the same as walking away—or rather running back to Lucas.

  Cole’s eyes gleamed in understanding and she swore she saw approval flash.

  “Clever,” he said, confirming her suspicions. “Very well. Lucas will be your safe word.”

  He touched her face, ran his thumb over her cheekbone and then let his hand fall away.

  “You’re more beautiful than ever. As beautiful as you were as a young girl, you’ve grown even more stunning as a woman.”

  Warmth surged through her veins at his sincerity and frank appraisal.

  “You will spend every minute of the next two weeks with me. The only exception will be the times you work. In the morning, I’ll show you to the space I’ve appropriated for your use. Lucas has said he’ll arrange for the delivery of your things.”

  Instead of being happy at Lucas’s forethought, she was only more convinced that he intended this to be their good-bye. Sadness crept into her chest until each breath ached.

  “You won’t use work to avoid me, however,” Cole added softly. “You sleep with me. You eat with me. You go where I go. Understood?”

  She nodded her compliance.

  “Most important, Ren. You’ll be honest with me in all things.”

  “I have no reason to lie.”

  “You may rise. It’s late and you look tired and upset.”

  It appalled her that he could so clearly see through her after only a few moments of being with her. They hadn’t been together in years. Back then, absolutely. Cole had always been adept at reading her moods, at knowing the moment something was wrong or if she simply wasn’t feeling like herself.

  Much like Lucas could now.

  It had all started with Cole.

  She rose to her feet but didn’t move toward him. She stood, naked and vulnerable, her emotions and sense of loyalty divided and scattered like pieces to a puzzle.

  And then he managed to catch her off guard again.

  “Kiss me, Ren.”

  There was an odd catch in his voice. A thread of tenderness that underscored the command. It was the slight ache in his tone that cut to the very heart of her.

  She moved to him, pressed close to his body and then she rose up on tiptoe to wind her arms around his neck. She could absolutely kiss him without touching him or holding him, but such a kiss would be impersonal. Cold. Without heart.

  No matter that it had been so many years. Or that he’d hurt
her unbearably by walking out of her life. She couldn’t pretend he hadn’t meant the world to her or that she still didn’t battle her feelings for him.

  Seeing him again had unsettled her. It had called to the front so much that she’d thought was buried for good. Lucas had known it. He’d seen it and acknowledged it even when Ren wouldn’t.

  He’d known what Cole had meant to her and what he might mean now and so he’d given her to a man she’d once loved—maybe still loved.

  She pressed her lips to the firm line of Cole’s mouth and sighed as the familiarity of the gesture brought old memories roaring back.

  At first she worried that she’d done something wrong because he stood so still. She couldn’t even feel him breathe. As she started to pull away to get his reaction, his arms came around her, and he hauled her against him.

  One hand slid down over the curve of her behind to cup her cheek. The other hand tangled in her hair and cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

  “Ren.”

  Her name slipped from his lips, swallowed up by her, but she heard it, she felt it, all the way to her soul. It was the most tender of endearments. That one simple word, torn from his throat, told her more than a hundred others that he’d missed her. That he had ached for her, that he still ached for her.

  “Hold me.”

  This time the request came from her. It wasn’t an order. It was a soft plea, one she had no right to ask. He hadn’t fully outlined his expectations of her, but it spilled out of her. Until she said it, she’d had no idea just how much she wanted it and needed it.

  He issued no reprimand. No reminder of his authority or his control over her. Instead he simply swung her into his arms, holding her as if she were precious and fragile.

  As he stared down into her eyes, he turned and walked from the living room. He mounted the stairs and she buried her face against his neck, inhaling his scent, allowing his warmth and strength to envelope her.

  They entered a sprawling room that had to be the master suite. He flipped a switch with his elbow as he came through the door and the lamp in the corner flashed on, casting a dim glow over the room. Perfect. Not too bright but enough that they weren’t shrouded in darkness.