Page 41 of Triple Threat

His fingertips grazed my clit, parting my folds and I jerked my hips back away from his touch. He thrust his hips forward, pinning me to the glass in front of me and growled, “This is happening.” Then, his voice gentling, he softly said “I’ve got you, Shady… and I’m never letting you go.”

I closed my eyes, my resolve in tatters as he slid that hand away from my pussy, back over my hip and bunching my panties in his palm, jerked them roughly at the seam, popping the stitches, tearing them off.

He let them fall away, and they sagged, but didn’t come down completely. He took that hand and put it over one of mine against the glass, his other drifting down from my shoulder to find the hip of the other side of the scrap of cloth and repeating his efforts. It took two jerks for the material to finally come away. I fought down a bubble of a sob as again, I had a surge of desire at odds with my moral standing.

I wanted this, I wanted Kyle, I just couldn’t reconcile the man behind me, working at his belt, at his fly, with the roughly sweet Kyle I had known at the Daughton’s house.

This man was meaner, stronger, more terrifying, but underneath, there wasstillthat tenderness of long ago and it was all so confusing.

I took in a sharp breath when he went questing for my opening with his cock.

“Kyle, please!” I didn’t know what I was begging for as I writhed slightly against the window glass. For him to stop, or for him to hurry.

“Easy, baby. I got you,” he said and with a grunt of triumph, the velvet head of his cock found my entrance and he pushed his way inside.

I cried out, legs trembling as he pressed his body against me and in me, his arms around me as he filled me up and out. I gasped, breath sawing in and out of my lungs as he pressed one hand between my breasts and the other to the top of my sex and thrust into me even further, despite being all the way in.

I cried out again, voice trembling as he set one hell of a rhythm, a punishing pace, his breath hot against my ear and neck as he took me, his fingers causing a delicious friction against my clit, my pussy feeling as though it was heavy with the gravity of its need to be satisfied.

God, it felt good… it felt so good, and I didn’t know what scared me more – the fact that I should have hated it or the fact of how much Iliked it.

I gasped in a sharp breath as the sensations rose an octave inside of me and Kyle grunted, a satisfied noise, and said encouragingly, “That’s it.”

I felt myself tighten around him as he fucked me mercilessly against the glass, one hand on my shoulder pulling me down onto his cock even as he thrust up inside me, the other one still at the front of my sex, torturously sweet, and I felt like I should hold off. I didn’t want to, but it was the right thing to do and all I could think when I came, throbbing and strobing around his shaft, sensation bursting in a warm shower of sparks up through my body to cascade back down in a second sweeping pass which became a third, and a fourth, the pleasure sweeping through me and crashing against my edges to wash back in, wasyou should not enjoy this…

But I did.I so did.

He thrust up hard inside me, harder than any before and let out a strangled grunt as he finished himself, both of us leaning forward heavily on the impervious glass, panting, heavily burdened with the battle to slake our lust. The only sounds filling the cavernous space of the living room, our breath mutually sawing in and out of our chests until it was interrupted by Kyle’s groan as he pulled out of me, his hand leaving my pussy, falling on my other shoulder, thumbs digging and sweeping up in a short, intense massaging pass through the knotted and corded muscles of my back.

I let out a shaky, stuttering breath, closing my eyes, fresh tears of confusion tinged with regret slipping from my eyes as Kyle let out a sigh of satisfaction and hands sliding from me and taking a step back, he asked coolly, “Did you enjoy the show?”

I sucked in a sharp breath and looked up into the reflection of the room in the glass, and to Roan’s light-colored eyes, dark with some internal, unnamed pain, met mine.

I felt the color drain from my face the same time a flush of embarrassment crept up. Swallowing hard, I tried valiantly not to faint then and there.

Conan turned, his expensive shoes clacking against the hardwood floor in his familiar uneven gait as he strode away from us.

“Clean yourself up,” Kyle said coldly, the threat of anger in his tone, and tucking himself back into his pants, he left me there, too.

I slipped first to my knees and then onto my ass on the plush carpet of the posh living room and completely shattered.

What had I done?

Chapter Fourteen

Lachlan…

One of the delights about the Bat Cave was all of Roan’s spy stuff. I could take a bottle of Botanist gin, sit in that fancy gamer chair he bought, and watch almost every room in the house and across the grounds with the wall of monitors he had in it.

I clicked and found Roan in the garage. He had the hood of his Aston Martin DB5 up, some crusty old, butexpensive, British car.

Boring.

If I were going to blow a wad of cash on a British car, it would be a McLaren.

The grounds were clear, and again –Boring.

Then I found what I wanted, the guest room Sadie was in. I watched her exit the bathroom in silence. She was gorgeous – thin, and her hair, longer now than it had been, looked good when it was the right color. I gave a sigh as she sat on the bed and picked up a pair of paper-thin panties. She regarded them and then slipped them up her legs. There was a flash of dark bush from beneath the hem of her nightgown, neat, trim, and then it was barely covered by the purple silk.

---