Chapter 15
Yield Curve
Sara
When the car stops at the townhouse, Dante gets out and holds his hand down to help me. Once I’m on the sidewalk with him, he wraps his arm around my waist. His warmth covers me even through his coat as we hurry up the stairs. Quickly, I let us in and turn off the alarm.
Peabody barks from the kitchen.
Dante holds my arm and stops me. “Wait. I want to check out the first floor.”
I nod and huddle in his jacket as it swallows me whole. He disappears into the house, not turning on many lights, just enough to get me to the kitchen.
Peabody makes excited noises as Dante reaches the kitchen.
“Hey, mutt.”
I grin, knowing Dante is probably squatting down to let Peabody give him kisses.
“Come on in, pip.”
I walk into the kitchen and sure enough Dante is almost on the floor with the little furball.
“Take him out and I’ll check upstairs.” Dante straightens and I shiver as awareness flows through me.
He heads to the stairs while I take Peabody into the backyard. Peabody runs in a few circles before doing his business and racing back to me.
“Okay, we’ll go to bed.” I open the door and Dante waits for me inside. He’s so large and imposing. He rarely smiles, even less than Wyatt. While Wyatt took care of me when I was young, I think I annoyed Dante when I followed them around.
And then I seemed like a pest that he needed to keep far away from Wyatt.
Now? Fuck, now he’s hot and I want another taste.
Realizing I spent too much time staring, I clear my throat. “Thanks for checking.”
“Are you okay to get yourself to bed?” He tips my chin up and studies my eyes.
“Are you offering to take me to bed?” The smile I give him is a little sloppy.
He shakes his head but the corner of his lips tilts up. He reaches into the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. He holds it out to me and I take it.
When he scoops me into his arms, I let out a shriek. Liquid heat flows through me from where our bodies meet.
“What are you doing?” My arms wrap around his neck as he carries me up the stairs.
“Making sure you make it to your bedroom and don’t end up on the couch all night.” He nudges my bedroom door open with his foot and sets me down. “Wouldn’t want you to be late for work.”
Peabody comes running in and Dante lifts him up and puts him on the bed, where Peabody circles and lies down.
I take off Dante’s jacket and hand it to him. “Thank you.”
“Are you good, pip? I could come by later...” His words trail off. That would be a very naughty idea. And I wonder if that’s what he wants. To come over and crawl into bed with me. The idea of Dante curled around me makes my insides float like champagne bubbles.
“Dante?” I meet his eyes. “Do I get a kiss good night?”
“Sara.” His tone is a warning, but his cold eyes flash with a hint of heat that only encourages me.
Smirking, I arch an eyebrow in challenge. “Just a peck. Simple. It would help me sleep.”
“Only good girls get kisses.” He shakes his head, but lowers his mouth to hover over mine. His breath caresses my lips and my whole body buzzes with anticipation. “I’m not sure you’ve been a good girl.”
“I’ve been a good girl for a very long time, Dante.” I grab hold of his shirt. “It didn’t get me kisses.”
I go up on my toes and press my lips against his. He grabs my shoulders and I’m afraid he’ll push me away. I part my lips and slide my tongue against the seam of his lips. He groans in surrender and draws me in close, opening his mouth over mine and kissing me back.
I feel like a light bulb with too much energy, glowing so bright inside as he tastes my mouth and draws me even closer. Lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist and his hard cock presses against my pussy with far too many layers between us.
He walks with me and lowers me onto my bed. Finally. I want to cling to him and draw him down on top of me, get him to burn with me. But the others are waiting in the car just outside. If they come in, they’ll know my parents aren’t here.
“Fuck, pip.” He lifts off me and runs a hand through his hair.
Smiling, I raise up on my elbows. “You can come back later, boss, and finish what you started.”
“Not tonight, pip. Maybe not ever. Fuck. I can’t. It’s you.” Dante shakes his head and those shutters fall over his eyes. Disappointment rolls through me, but I’m getting to him. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow. Call if you need me.”
The door closes behind him. I roll over and grab my clutch.
Opening my phone, I pull up my text messages.
Me:
I need you.
Dante:
Be a good girl
Me:
I’ll be your good girl
Dante:
Sleep it off, pip
I bite my lip and blow out a breath. Fuck. I want to kiss all of them and have all of them kiss me and do so much more.
Dante. Finn. Drew. Wyatt.
I touch my fingers to my lips, still tasting his scorching hot kiss. I’m playing with fire. These aren’t guys who want to share a woman. It’s impossible and I’m going to end up the one hurt in the end. But what a fucking ride it will be in the meantime.
I take an extra long shower in the morning, trying to push through my hangover. A part of me is tempted to call in sick, but it’s my second day of work and they all know what I was up to last night. I’m sure Finn or Dante would show up to bring me in.
The other part of me wants to hide in a hole. Did I honestly kiss Dante Stone? And tell him I was sick of being a good girl. First off, way to go drunk me. Second off, I have to face that man this morning. It was bad enough after the self-pleasuring incident.
He must think I’ve lost my damned mind.
Maybe I have. While I let Peabody out in the backyard, I fill a large, insulated tumbler with coffee. It’s going to take a whole pot to make me feel alive today. When I let the idea of Wyatt go, I figured this would be easy.
I’d find someone who wants to fuck me, aka Drew, and finally be able to move on with my life. But then Finn kissed me. My gaze is drawn to the dining room table. I swear my knees get weak thinking about his tongue.
And then Dante. Holy fuck, Dante. Getting off with him was spectacular. And that kiss... Fuck, I’m melting just thinking about it.
Drew doesn’t seem to mind me being with anyone else, but is it really possible?
Peabody rushes back inside and dances around my feet, waiting for his snuggle and treat.
I scoop him into my arms and give him kisses. Setting him down, I put the gate up. “Tonight I’m staying in. Promise.”
He barks and goes for the toy filled with peanut butter.
As I get ready to leave, the doorbell rings. I don’t even glance at the security camera, figuring it’s Brandon. When I open the door, Drew gives me a smile I feel all the way to my bones.
His light brown hair falls over his mischievous brown eyes.
My mouth opens, but I don’t know what to say.
“Good morning, princess.” He holds out a cup of coffee from a popular coffee shop. Awareness shivers through me. “I thought you might need coffee this morning and a ride to work.”
“I—” I shake my head with a smile. “Sorry, you caught me off guard. I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.” He runs a hand through his light brown hair, mussing it a little, but it still looks really good. His smile is confident as he closes the distance between us. “You’re busy with work and so am I, so let’s squeeze in something before we go out Thursday night for dinner.”
I take the coffee and sip it. Oh, fuck, that’s good. A mocha latte.
“Is that your way of asking me to dinner on Thursday?” My gaze takes in his blue tie. He’s dressed in a suit with a cream shirt. It’s cut and fit perfectly to him. He’s attractive in everything he wears and pulls me in like a magnet.
When I return my gaze to his, he gives me a cocky smile that makes my knees draw together. “Do I have to ask, princess?”
He offers me his arm and I sigh. I’ve never had someone come at me with such determination. Honestly, I don’t hate it.
He leads me down the steps to the car idling on the curb.
“Wait.” Stopping, I hand him my coffee and my thermal mug. When he takes them without question, I pull out my phone to text Brandon that I don’t need a ride this morning. I slide it back into my purse and look up into his chocolate brown eyes.
“Good?” He hands me the mocha but keeps my thermal mug.
I take a sip and nod. “Yes.”
He opens the door to the back and holds my hand to help me down into the car. It’s a luxury sedan with leather seats and the dividing glass already raised. When Drew slides in the other side and closes the door, the dark tinted windows enclose us in a very personal space.
Sparks zing through me as I remember last night when he slipped his finger inside me. My pussy throbs. I sip my coffee and set it in the holder as the car starts.
“How’s your head?” Drew leans back in the seat with a smirk.
“Better.” I look at him through my lashes. “So Thursday?”
“Yeah.” He grabs my hand and pulls me closer. My breath catches. “I want to see you this week and things are a little hectic.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Stripper business or textiles?”
“Both.” He smirks and tugs me to straddle his lap. My fingers wrap around the back of his neck where his silky hair brushes it. His gaze drops to my lips and a corresponding wave of desire crashes over me. “I won’t lie, Sara. I want you.”
“Are we going out or staying in for dinner?” I bite my lip, kind of hoping he’ll say staying in, but also a little afraid at the same time.
He groans. “Going out. Because if we stay in, all I’ll want to do is fuck you and we need to get to know each other better.”
I straighten the skirt of my light green dress so I can settle a little better on his lap, pressing my pussy against his hardening cock. I bite my lip at the solid press of him there.
He squeezes my hips and leans in to take my lips.
No hesitation. No moment of worry. He requests entrance with his tongue and I open for him.
He drinks me in, consuming me like a fine wine.
Maybe I should feel some shame about having kissed both Finn and Dante, but those thoughts scatter in Drew’s kiss.
My blood hums with warmth as his hands slide down my thighs.
When he reaches my bare skin, he trails his hands under my skirt to the junction of my legs. He draws away from the kiss and when I open my eyes, he’s right there waiting for me. His eyes are dark and filled with heat.
“We don’t have time for much, but I want to make you come, princess.” His thumb skates over my damp panties.
My breath catches, but I nod. Last night I thought about masturbating, but I wanted so much more than my own hands and fingers.
Drew smiles. “I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to fuck you in front of those guys, show them what they’re missing out on.”
I could tell him now about Finn and Dante, but his fingers slip beneath my panties and slide over my pussy. Desire spirals inside me, making me hot and needy.
“I would have finger fucked you to orgasm right in front of them, but then they would’ve gotten to see what I can do to you before I did.” Drew slides a finger inside me and rubs his thumb in circles over my clit.
I try to picture it. Me in that chair watching the stripper as Drew slides his finger in and out of my pussy, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, while the guys remain oblivious to what’s happening.
“And I don’t want to share my first glimpse of your face when you shatter, princess.” A second finger slides in with the first.
The stretch makes me moan and grip his hair.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, princess.” Drew’s breath caresses my lips as I begin to rock with his thrusts.
“This time is for me. All mine. But if the moment takes us next time, I won’t hold back.
I don’t care who sees you come after this.
In fact, I want them to know how I make you feel.
How I’m willing to give you the release you need so badly. ”
“Drew,” I whimper as everything inside me tightens with every word.
He curls his fingers. “Open your eyes, princess.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. My forehead rests on his as his fingers work magic over and in my pussy. His dark eyes smile.
“Come for me, princess.” His words spark the match and I explode.
I cry out, not caring who hears me, so caught up in experiencing every inch of pleasure that bursts through my bloodstream. Our gazes remain locked as he works me through it, prolonging my release until it becomes too much.
When I try to squirm away because I’m too sensitive, he smirks and shakes his head. “No, princess, that one is mine too. Give it to me. Come all over my hand, so I can smell your sweet scent all day long.”
He thrusts a third finger inside me and I scream as the flood takes me under. My pussy pulses and throbs around his fingers buried inside me. I sag against him. My forehead rests on his shoulder as I work to slow my breathing.
His other hand rubs my back and he doesn’t pull his other fingers from me, but he doesn’t move them either. If I were bolder, I’d return the favor, but there isn’t enough time. My pussy tightens around his fingers in an aftershock.
“Fuck, princess. I can’t wait to taste you and feel you throb around my cock.” He slips his fingers out and lifts them. “Watch.”
I tip my head to the side to see how wet his fingers are. He slides each one into his mouth, sucking off my wetness, one by one. My pussy pulses again.
He reaches over and pulls out some wipes. He uses one on his hand and then slides another between my legs. My thighs tremble.
“As much as I want them to know how good you smell aroused, I want you to be comfortable.” As he cleans me up, he presses his lips against my temple. “You good, princess?”
I smile because yeah, I’m so good right now. My legs are like wet noodles and I really want to feel both his tongue and dick inside me, but I realize the car isn’t moving anymore.
Straightening, I remember I have to work. “Fuck.”
“Shh, you’re okay.” Drew helps me arrange my clothes and picks up my coffee, handing it to me.
I take a sip. When I swallow, he kisses me, soft and gentle.
“Have a great day at work.”
My cheeks flare with heat as I grab my thermal cup and my purse. My gaze drops to his cock straining against his pants. I wet my lips as I meet his chocolate eyes.
He smirks and draws me back in for a kiss. He searches my eyes with an intensity I’m not used to seeing from him. “We’ll have plenty of time to get to all that. You don’t want to be late on your second day.”
“Thank you for the coffee and the ride.” I startle when the door opens and a tall, bulky guy holds it open for me. The driver? “Have a great day at work.”
“I will. And princess, I can’t wait for Thursday.”
Neither can I.