Chapter 3 #2
“What about you?” I ask eventually. “Leo told me a little about you, but I don’t know much about your life outside of all this.”
He’s quiet, and for a moment, I think he’s going to dodge the question, but then he speaks.
“I was married for four years. Her name was Claire.”
Nothing about Dane screams formerly married, but at his age, I shouldn’t be surprised.
“What happened?” I ask, then wince. “Sorry. You don’t have to—“
“It’s fine.” He looks toward the window. “Claire wanted the white picket fence. Kids, a golden retriever, dinner at six. And I wanted something she couldn’t give me, and I couldn’t give her what she needed either. We were honest enough to end it before we destroyed each other.”
There’s an ache in his voice, not regret. More like the kind of loss that comes from caring about someone you still had to let go.
“How long ago?” I ask.
“Six years. Since then, I’ve been traveling a lot for work. Different cities, different hotel rooms. I go where the consulting contracts take me.”
“And Leo’s guest room every Christmas.”
His mouth curves. “And Leo’s guest room every Christmas. It’s good to have somewhere to go for the holidays.”
I hear what he’s not saying. The consulting and the travel and the not-putting-down-roots isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
“You get lonely,” I say.
Dane looks at me, and for half a second, the mask slips. His gaze softens, and my breath catches.
Then he straightens, and the mask is back. Before either of us can say anything else, we hear Leo’s voice calling me from his office. Dane helps me to my feet, smoothing down my hair.
“Go on,” he says softly. “And remember, no coming unless you have permission.”
I nod, still trembling from the intense edging session. As I make my way to Leo’s office, I can feel Dane’s eyes on me, and I wonder what else he has planned for me.
Leo’s office is dark wood and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. A window overlooks the backyard, afternoon light streaming in. His mahogany desk dominates the room.
Leo’s sitting behind his desk with his laptop open, looking every inch the powerful businessman.
When I enter, he rises from his chair, his movements predatory. “Someone’s turned on. Was Dane playing with you?”
I manage a nod while my body throbs with unfulfilled desire.
“Come around the desk,” Leo instructs, his gaze intent. “Bend over, hands flat on the surface.”
My heart races as I obey. The wood is cool when I rest my palms on it. Leo caresses my back, tracing the curve of my spine, before he grips my hips, pulling me back slightly. Before I can blink, my panties are on the floor.
“Spread your legs wider, lass,” he commands. “I want full access to what’s mine.”
My cheeks flush, but I comply, the air cooling the damp skin of my thighs. Leo’s fingers delve between my legs, exploring the slick, swollen flesh. I moan as he teases my pussy, not penetrating, just circling and driving me mad.
“Leo, please...”
“Patience, lass. You’ll get what you need, but on my terms,” he promises.
Clothes rustle, and a moment later, the head of his cock nudges my entrance.
With one smooth, powerful thrust, he fills me.
My body arches, and I cry out in relief and pleasure.
Each thrust is deep and makes my head spin.
Thoughts of Dane and his vulnerability and the edging blur together with the pleasure of Leo fucking me.
At this moment, I’m completely and utterly Leo’s, yet a flicker of guilt lurks in my mind because of Dane. Would Leo care if he thought I was growing feelings for Dane, too?
Leo’s rhythm quickens, his grasp on my hips tightening. “Come for me,” he growls, the command vibrating through every nerve.
But I’m trapped between desire and denial. Dane’s words echo in my mind, no coming unless you have permission. My body rebels as if it wants permission from Dane, and I’m torn between the two men, my climax hovering just out of reach.
“Alice, come now!” Leo’s voice cracks with urgency, but I’m frozen.
And then, Leo stops moving. In the sudden silence, I realize my mistake. Oh fuck, I was distracted by thoughts of Dane.
Leo lets go of my hips, and his cock slips out of me as he steps back. The absence is a harsh reality.
“Look at me,” he says firmly, and I can’t tell what his tone means.
Slowly, I straighten, turning to face him. Our eyes meet, and I see a question there.
“What were you thinking of, lass?” Leo asks, his voice softer now.
My heart sinks. I need to tell him and be honest. Good girls don’t lie, but how do I tell him I was thinking of Dane?
I open my mouth. Close it. Open it again.
“Alice.” His voice drops, patient. “Whatever it is, just say it.”
So I do.
“I like Dane. A lot.” The sentence comes out in a rush, graceless and blunt. My cheeks burn. “I didn’t expect it. I didn’t plan for it. And I don’t know if that’s okay, or if I’ve broken something—“
“Alice.”
”—because what we have means everything to me, Leo, and the last thing I want is for you to think I’m—“
“Lass.”
I stop. My heart is hammering so hard I can hear it. Leo’s watching me with an expression that’s not angry or hurt, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
He wraps his arms around me, and I press my face against his chest, breathing in the scent of oranges and warm skin while I wait for the blow to land.
He kisses my head. “I’m not surprised,” he says into my hair.
I go rigid. “What?”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, tilting my face up so I have to look at him. The lines around his mouth have deepened, but not from anger. He’s almost smiling. “Dane and I talked about this before he came.”
My brain stalls. “You talked about it.”
“We’ve been friends for twenty-five years. Do you think I’d invite someone into our bed without considering all the possible outcomes?” He brushes his thumb along my jaw. “I chose Dane for a reason. Not just because he’s a good dom. And not just because I trust him with my life and with you.”
His voice goes quieter. “Dane’s been alone since his divorce.
He doesn’t let people in. He comes here every Christmas because this is the only place he has that feels like home.
” Leo’s arms tighten around me. “He needs someone to come home to. And when I saw the way he looked at you on Christmas Eve, I thought, maybe…”
My eyes sting as I stare up at him. “You’re not angry?”
“No, lass. I’m not angry.” He cups my face in both hands. “What I feel for you doesn’t shrink because you have room for him too. Sharing you with Dane doesn’t diminish what we have. If anything…” He pauses. “Watching you open up to him makes me want you more. Not less.”
The relief hits so hard my knees wobble. I press my forehead against his collarbone, and the knot in my chest finally loosens.
“I was scared to tell you,” I whisper.
“I know.” He presses his lips to my temple. “But you did it anyway. That’s my brave girl.”
The praise washes through me, and my whole body goes soft. A shiver rolls through me.
“Leo.”
“Yes, lass?”
I look up at him, and the words slip out before I can second-guess them. “I love you. You know that, right?”
His expression shifts, and a vulnerability cracks through. “Aye, lass.” His accent thickens the way it always does when he’s feeling too much. “And I love you too.”
He kisses me softly, but it quickly turns into a claim. His mouth is hard on mine, his hand fisting in my hair.
When he pulls back, we’re both breathing harder. My lips are tingling and my whole body is buzzing again.
“My turn to talk,” he says. His voice has dropped into that low register that makes my thighs clench. “You’re mine. Whatever Dane is to you, whatever this becomes, you’re mine. And right now, I’m going to take you to bed and remind you exactly what that means.”
My pussy clenches at his words. “Yes,” I manage. “Please.”
He picks me up and carries me upstairs to his bedroom. The casual display of strength sends a spike of arousal straight through me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My thighs are already shaking.
He drops me onto the mattress hard enough that I bounce. Before I can catch my breath, he pulls my nightgown over my head, and I almost giggle as I realize my panties are still on his office floor.
My nipples pucker as he stares down at me. There’s something different in the way he’s looking at me. He’s more intense, like the confession about Dane and me telling him I love him unlocked something he’s been holding back.
He strips quickly, and I smile when I see he’s still hard. I want him inside me so bad my pussy aches.
“On your back. Legs open.”
I obey, spreading my thighs, and his possessive gaze on my pussy makes me whimper.
He doesn’t tease me, which is good since I’m not sure I could handle any more edging. He covers my body and drives into me in one firm stroke.
I cry out, arching off the mattress before he holds there, buried to the hilt.
“Who do you belong to?” His question comes out rough.
“You,” I gasp. “I belong to you.”
“That’s right.” He pulls back slowly, the drag of him against my inner walls making me whimper, and then he snaps his hips forward hard. “Mine. My lass. My good girl. Say it again.”
“Yours, Leo. I’m yours.” The words tumble out, desperate and breathless, and each one seems to make him more crazed.
He drives into me harder, faster, until he’s fucking me with a punishing rhythm that consumes us both.
Every thrust sends a spike of pleasure so sharp it borders on pain, and I can tell the orgasm is going to be massive.
I brace my hands on the headboard, and his weight presses me into the mattress.
His mouth is close to my ear. “Do you know what I think about when Dane has his hands on you?” His breath is hot against my skin.
“I think about how you’ll still be desperate for more cock when he’s done with you.
How I’ll fuck every inch of you until you can’t think of anything but the pleasure. ”
The thought of being fucked by both of them forever makes my pussy clench around him, and he groans.
He shifts his angle and hits deep inside me. “Squeeze my cock, lass. Show me who this pussy belongs to.”
I’m so close. The tension coils low in my belly, and I’m panting against his throat, tasting salt on his skin, my nails digging into his back. He’s relentless, each stroke harder than the last.
“Going to fill you up, lass.” His accent is so thick now the words almost blur together. “Going to pump this sweet pussy full. Mine to breed. Mine to fill.”
Fuuuck, I love it when he talks about breeding me, and I don’t care if it’s messed up.
“Please,” I beg because I need permission. “Please let me come, Leo, please.”
“Come.” He slams into me one more time, burying himself deep. “Come on my cock. Now.”
I explode, trembling with the shock of it.
My spine bows with the force, and my pussy clamps around him in waves.
He swells inside and groans as he slams into me again, his cock pulsing as he shoots his load into me.
Imagining his cum coating me and the possibility that he’d really get me pregnant sends me spiraling higher as another smaller orgasm makes me spasm and rock against him.
When we come down from our high, we’re stuck together with sex and sweat. My body is humming, and every muscle has turned to warm liquid. He’s still on top of me, and I run my fingers through his damp hair and press my lips to his temple, listening to his breathing slow before I giggle.
I got edged and fingered, then fucked over a desk before admitting my feelings and then got railed into next week. All before dinnertime.
“Is my pet happy?” He rolls off me with a groan, and I giggle again as I snuggle against his side.
“Your pet is very, very happy, Sir.”
“Good.” He takes my hand and kisses my fingertips. “Now this old man who loves you might need a nap and then a shower before dinner.”
“Mmm, sounds good to me.”
After we nap, we shower together, and Leo notices I’m quiet.
“You okay, lass?”
“More than okay.” I press a kiss to his wet chest.
His hand settles at the base of my skull, thumb rubbing a slow circle, and I melt into him.
“Leo?”
“Aye.”
“What you said about Dane needing someone to come home to.” I trace the line of his collarbone with my soapy hands. “Does he know you think that?”
“Yes, but he doesn’t believe he deserves it.”
My chest aches as I think about Dane telling me about Claire and the loneliness I sensed in his words.
“We’ll figure it out,” I say. “All three of us.”
Leo kisses me softly. “Aye, we will.”
I close my eyes and let my mind drift as he continues to run a washcloth down my body.
And that’s when it happens. The image of a baby in my arms surfaces without warning. Small and warm and heavy in my arms, with a tuft of dark hair that might lighten to silver when it’s old. It has Leo’s hazel eyes.
I imagine Leo’s big hands cradling something impossibly tiny. That rumbling voice going soft the way it does after he’s taken care of me, but directed at a small, bundled weight against his chest.
My breath catches. A fierce wave of longing rolls through me.
It’s not the vague, someday-maybe kind of wanting.
It’s a visceral, aching, right-down-to-my-bones.
I want Leo’s baby. I want to be round with it, to feel it kick while his hands span my belly.
I want to watch him hold something that’s ours.
My pulse races. This was supposed to just be temporary, and now I’m fantasizing about having his baby. He probably doesn’t even want a kid at his age. Wouldn’t he have one already if he did? Hell, maybe he does have one and he’s never told me.
Before I can panic, I press against him and breathe in the orange scent of his body wash. It’s too soon to talk about this. We haven’t even defined what we are, and then there’s Dane. This is technically still an arrangement that has an expiration date.
But the image won’t dissolve because this desire isn’t going away. I’m just going to have to live with it.