30. In Sync
Seth
We finish dinner in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. What we told her is the truth. Our reputations reflect on our business. She’s still young, and earning that type of reputation could damage everything she hopes to achieve in the future.
As much as I’d love to claim her as ours, it would be detrimental to what we all hope to achieve. I leave the table first and head into Madison’s room. The shower is still running. I step into the bathroom and shed my clothes on the floor.
When I open the shower door, she lifts her head to look at me. Her eyes are red rimmed and her lower lip trembles. My heart aches to see her like this. I close the distance between us and take her into my arms.
She wraps her arms around me and gives a little sigh. “Why does everything have to be so hard?”
I brush her wet hair out of her face. “Anything worth having is worth fighting for.”
Including her. If I thought this could work in the real world, I would risk everything, including my business. But this thing between all of us is fragile and new. The whims of the press would tear us to shreds.
“I don’t want Elizabeth or any other woman. All I want is you. I promise to let you know everything that happens at the benefit.” I press my lips against the top of her head. “Not that anything will. Even when I dated Elizabeth, we weren’t a hot and heavy kind of couple.”
“Are we?” She lifts her face toward mine.
The absurdity of that question makes me laugh. “I fucked you three times today. That qualifies as hot and heavy. I’m hard for you all the time, princess.”
She shrugs as she snuggles against me. My hard cock rests against her stomach, but there’s no urgency to fuck her. Right now she needs reassurance, and I’m grateful to be the one to give it to her. I rub my hands down her back.
“For now, we’re in this bubble of our own invention. You, me, and the guys. We can’t stay in here forever. The real world will continue to intrude, and at some point, someone might put two and two together. We can delay that by dating other people. By having Coop be the one you date.” I swallow against the ache that brings inside. That one of us can claim her but not all of us. “By keeping up appearances. As long as no one digs too deep.”
She leans back to meet my eyes. “But someone is already looking. I have a stalker and you have a corporate spy.”
I press my lips against her forehead and hold her close for a few more minutes. She’s not wrong. We have things we need to take care of. She also has her roommate doing who knows what to get to her, and we don’t know why she and her boyfriend want Madison. While we have to rely on the police to find them, we’re doing what we can to try to locate them. Our resources are limited, but almost everything is linked to computers now.
They’ll fuck up and we’ll find them.
“Let’s get you washed and ready for bed.”
Her soft blue eyes meet mine. “I don’t want to lose any of you.”
“You won’t.” I press my forehead to hers. “We’ll take care of you.”
I hug her close, hoping I can keep my promise.
After we shower, I lead her to her closet, both of us still wrapped in towels. Earlier today, I had a surprise delivered, and I want to see her face when she sees what I’ve done.
“We need to get you into some clothes.”
Her lips press together, and she drops her chin a little as she meets my eyes.
“If you dress me for bed, I’m expecting you to fuck me. Not like this morning.” She gives me a stern look.
I draw her against me and kiss her softly. “I prefer you to be naked in my bed, but we’ll dress you in something to walk around the apartment.”
Satisfied, she turns and opens her closet door. Her eyes widen, and she gasps as she steps inside. Her hand covers her mouth. Instead of her one little section of clothes, the closet is stuffed full.
“I might have gone a little overboard.” I rub the back of my neck. Seeing all the things I ordered spread out like this, it’s a lot. It started with just a few items, some lingerie, some panties and bras. Then some skirts. Blouses. Of course, dresses.
“You bought all this for me?” Her fingertips trail over the fabric as her wide eyes take everything in.
“Shoes, clothes, dresses, panties, bras, slips, nightgowns, lingerie, pajamas, t-shirts, jeans.” The list goes on. “If you think of it, I’m sure I bought it.”
“Why?” She finally turns those baby blues on me.
I close in on her and take the towel from her body. “Every inch of you should be wrapped in the best money has to offer. You’re gorgeous and kind and intelligent. I want to dress you in clothes I chose for you. It’s a small way to claim you, even if I can’t do it publicly.”
Her blush covers her from the tops of her breasts to her cheeks. Her brow furrows as her gaze runs the length of the closet. “This must have cost a fortune.”
“Not even close.” I draw her into my arms. The towel wrapped around my waist is the only thing between our bodies. Her breasts crush against my chest as I look down at her. “This brings me pleasure. I love seeing you wear the scarves that I gave you. I can’t wait to see you in the clothes I bought for you.”
She heads to the back of the closet and pulls out one of the evening gowns. “And these?”
“You can’t go to the benefit in your sundress, princess. Not on the arm of a Graham.”
She frowns at that last part. We’ve been isolated here. But we’re about to step into another world on Saturday. A world Coop grew up in. One that the rest of us are tolerated in as wealthy businessmen. One we hoped to shelter her from.
I hold out my hand. She releases the dress and it slides back into place. When her hand tucks into mine, I lead her to the bench.
“Stay here.”
I go to the dresser with her panties and new lingerie. Silks and satins in all colors fill the drawers. A dark pink camisole set with tap pants catches my eyes.
Setting the camisole top on the bench, I kneel before her with the pants. She steps into them. Her hands rest on my shoulders. I raise the pants, but when I look up at her, I realize I can’t wait. I slip them down, and she gives me a quizzical look.
“Turn around and kneel in front of me.” I loosen my towel and set it to the side.
Even though she appears confused, she does as I ask, placing her hands on the bench in front of her. Power rushes through me.
I lie down on the rug beside her legs, face up. “Straddle my face.”
Catching her lower lip in her teeth, she moves over me. Her pussy hovers above me, spread open like a flower. I grab her hips and draw her down so I can take her pussy in my mouth and thrust my tongue into her cunt.
“Seth, you don’t have to?—?”
She tries to pull up, but I hold her tight, fucking her with my tongue. Moaning low in her throat, she stops resisting and settles on me. Her arms rest on the bench. I reach my hands up to stroke her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples. The taste of her is exquisite and I need more. Precum leaks out of me.
Her breath comes out in little whining pants as I suck on her clit before diving back into her wet core. She presses against me, riding my face until she shatters. Her throat must be sore because she releases a hoarse cry.
Fucking perfect. I lift her and move her down my body before lowering her pussy onto my cock. Soft, hot, and wet, her tight cunt throbs all around me.
My eyes find hers blown with desire. “Ride me, princess.”
Her hands rest on my chest as she raises her hips and lowers her pussy on me. She breathes out. I cup her jaw and draw her down to kiss her while punching my hips up into hers. I swallow her moans as I fuck up into her.
When she goes to straighten, I follow her until I’m sitting and she’s straddling my lap. Her hands cup my jaw, and she grinds down on me sensually as our eyes lock. My breath catches in my chest at the desire reflected back at me. I take hold of her hips and guide her over me. Slow and easy. Her nipples scrape my chest with every rise and fall of her hips. Leaning in, I take her breast into my mouth, teasing her hardened nipple with my tongue before sucking firmly. Her hands dig into my hair.
“Seth,” she sighs, riding my cock like this means more than just a fuck. Like it’s about this connection we feel growing between us. Our bodies are fluid as we writhe together, chasing a goal that’s just out of reach but not rushing to get there.
We’ve already burned through all the physical need we had. I pull off her breast with a pop before taking her other nipple into my mouth and sucking it. Moaning, she rocks over my cock, sliding me out a little before sinking back down.
“What do you need, princess?” I meet her lust-blown eyes, wanting to make her come again. Needing to watch her shatter. To make her mine.
“You.” Her blue eyes focus on mine. Her lips part. “You’re all I need, Seth.”
I capture her lips and take her down onto her back, kissing her while my cock glides in and out of her pussy, slow and easy. Tasting each catch of her breath. Feeling her every moan rush through me. She moves in sync with me as we surge together.
I lift my mouth from hers so I can watch her fall apart under me. “Open your eyes, princess.”
Her blue eyes open and focus on mine. She threads her fingers into my hair.
When she comes, she groans as her body arches against me. Her already tight pussy squeezes around my cock, pulsing, drawing me deeper. The pressure is too much and my release follows hers. I pump into her a few more times and fill her with my cum.
Shifting to the side a little so all my weight isn’t on her, I collapse. Her fingers tangle in my hair, playing with it as we lie there catching our breath. I turn my face to hers, and she gives me this smile that makes my heart feel ten times bigger. Too large for my chest to hold in.
“That was amazing,” she whispers, like talking too loud will break this spell we’re under.
I take her hand from my hair and thread my fingers through it. “Yeah.”
“I don’t want to move.” She groans and ducks her face against my chest.
“I guarantee my bed is more comfortable than this floor.” I kiss the top of her head and blow out a breath. Not moving an inch. Unsure how to process what we just did. It wasn’t just about sex.
And that should terrify me. This is an arrangement. A convenience. Getting too close could make this blow up in our faces.
“I like the floor.” Her legs curl around mine, drawing me deeper inside again. My spent cock hardens inside her. I could fuck her like this all night. But we have work in the morning.
Her face turns up to mine. I lean down and kiss her like it’s the most natural thing to do. With Madison, it is. I like winding her up and fucking her until she screams, but I also like this.
Her gentleness and softness surrounding me as I take her. It’s like those early-morning fucks. When she first wakes up, we move together completely in sync until we come. Nothing rushed or anxious.
I lift my mouth from hers and really look at this gorgeous creature beneath me. Her blond hair spreads around her head like a halo. Her lips quirk up into a soft smile as her blue eyes soften. Her fingers tighten on mine. I draw in her soft floral scent and let it flow through me.
It’s too fast to feel like this, but I’m not sure I could stop falling if I tried. She’s mine and nothing will change that. At least for now. She’s given us her trust, but can I fully trust my judgment after everything that’s happened? Can I trust her with all of us?