Chapter 22
“Happy birthday, darling,” Cade murmured in Asha’s ear, the morning before they had to leave for the next phase of their trip with the Blackguard.
They’d spent the last two weeks training during the day, and filling their nights with more of each other: more exploration of their limits; more pleasure; more pain; more submission.
Asha was discovering a part of herself that she never knew existed, and she loved that it was with him.
The night before, he’d made good on his promise from weeks before and tied a clean rag around her mouth, gagging her while he teased and punished her in equal measure.
He’d whipped her ass nearly raw, letting her scream herself almost hoarse through her gag.
Asha was surprised once again by how much pain thrilled her in this context, with Cade’s filthy mouth and his intoxicating touch.
“Don’t speak, my angel,” he’d murmured, stroking her abused skin as she whimpered. “I prefer your screams right now.”
He licked up a tear that ran down her cheek, then made her come so hard she felt cross-eyed, moved almost to delirium with the pleasure and the pain, melding together into a symphony of intensity that she never wanted to end.
That morning, for the first time, Cade had allowed them to sleep in. They lay naked under the covers in bed, and Asha groaned as he spooned her and kissed along the back of her neck. She stretched like a cat under his touch, and he chuckled against her soft brown skin.
“It’s not my birthday,” Asha replied. “But if it means you’ll keep doing that, I’ll pretend it is.”
He laughed again, his tattooed arms closing around her.
“Leo and I did our best to calculate the days. It’s as close to your birthday as it can be, so I’m calling it that.”
She rolled onto her back, looking up at him. “Does that mean I get a present, then?”
He smiled and kissed her, slow and deep. “You’ll just have to see. But first, training drills.” He gave her ass a playful spank and got up.
Asha hid her head under the covers. “That’s my present? Training drills? You really are the worst.”
Cade laughed and pulled the covers off her. “It’s what I’m best at: being the worst. And whipping your ass into shape. In more ways than one.”
She rolled her eyes and got out of bed at last. The day was filled with more tedious drills and a trip to the shooting range. To her surprise, Cade ducked out early, explaining that he had something to take care of. She gave him a suspicious stare; he hadn’t said anything to her beforehand.
“Let me finish up,” she told him, “and I’ll go with you.”
“Oh, no,” Cade replied with a sly smile. “You still have a few runs to finish on the obstacle course. I’ll see you at dinner.”
He left her staring after him. Tyrant.
She finished her training a half hour later and decided to use the women’s bathing room in the clubhouse since it was closer. She was planning to pounce on Cade when she got home. Soon, they’d be camping outdoors again with no privacy, so it was now or never.
When she returned to the house, she was surprised that Lana greeted her at the door.
Her strawberry blonde hair was loose and flowing down her back, as usual looking so sleek and perfect that it defied logic, living in the Wasteland, where dirt and grime were ubiquitous.
She wore a form-fitting off-white dress that hugged her luscious curves in a way that made Asha want to touch them, to feel the planes of her beautiful, voluptuous body and the velvet, alabaster skin that hid beneath the garment.
Ugh, how is she looking even better than usual?
“A little birdy told me it was your birthday,” Lana said with a wink. “So, I came for a visit.”
Asha flushed like a schoolgirl, partly because she was remembering the interlude between her and Cade the last time Lana had visited. He’s so doing this to taunt me, she thought with amusement and annoyance. Desperate, horny annoyance. And yet I’m still hoping for a repeat after she leaves.
“Thank you,” Asha replied brightly as she stepped inside. “It’s not a big deal, really, but it’s nice of you to stop by. Will you join us for dinner?”
She’d only taken a couple steps before she realized that Cade was seated at the dining table, leaning back in his chair and watching her with a catlike slyness in his eyes.
“Happy birthday again, my angel,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I hope you like your present.”
Asha frowned and turned back toward Lana, only to be met by Lana’s soft, cushiony lips.
Her scent was rosewater and strawberry—like heaven.
She smelled so good that Asha wanted to cry, especially after spending months smelling sweaty, barely-washed men.
The kiss was slow and sensuous, unassuming, but had a wantonness to it that left Asha breathless.
Asha broke away, a little alarmed. “What—”
“You’re right, Cade,” Lana said dreamily. “She does taste lovely.”
He grinned wolfishly in response. Asha looked at him with bewilderment, and he walked to her and took her hands in his.
“It’s up to you,” he said, his voice gentling, “but I asked Lana if she might like to make one of your dreams come true for your birthday.”
Asha looked back to Lana, who gave her a sweet smile. “Cade here told me you got a little crush on me, sugar. That true?”
Asha flushed even deeper before replying, in a small voice, “Yes.” She ran her hands through her hair, unsure how to react. “So, you want…I mean…all three of us, together?”
“That’s the idea,” Cade murmured, arranging his arms around her middle and kissing her cheek. “You don’t have to do anything, but…”
“What’s Lana getting out of it?” Asha asked, her brow furrowing. “I mean, I don’t want to make you do anything that you—”
Lana smiled wider. “You’re not making me do anything.
This is for me. Being Angel’s favourite has its benefits, but getting off isn’t usually one of them.
I told you: if you want to get off, fuck a woman.
” She leaned in and pecked Asha’s lips, making her heart pound.
“So, I expect that you’ll be a good girl and help me out. ”
“Oh, she will be,” Cade said, nibbling on the shell of Asha’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Asha’s very…agreeable, when she wants to be. You just have to sweeten her up a little first.”
Asha gasped as his lips moved to her neck and his hands to her breasts, gently kneading.
Lana watched with rapt attention, drinking in the sight of them, before she moved close again and pressed her lips to Asha’s.
Sandwiched between them, Asha sighed and sunk into the kiss, allowing herself to be consumed by Cade’s hard steel and Lana’s pillowy softness.
She felt a powerful tug of arousal at her core as Lana’s hands moved into her hair, pulling her deeper, right as Cade’s teeth dragged over the fragile skin of her throat.
It should be illegal for two people to be this hot. Holy fuck.
“Touch me, sugar,” Lana urged in a sultry whisper between kisses. “You’ve wanted to, haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” Asha murmured breathlessly, then lifted her hand to Lana’s hair, running her fingers through it.
As expected, it was soft as spun silk, and Asha followed it to Lana’s substantial breasts.
Hesitantly, watching Lana’s expression, she cupped one breast through the dress and found the nipple with her thumb. She stroked gently in circles.
To her delight, Lana gave a delicious moan, her head leaning back. She shimmied her dress down to reveal her breasts, full and supple, with dark pink nipples that pebbled under Asha’s curious touch. Asha lifted both hands to rub the pink peaks, making Lana moan more and lean into her.
Asha gasped as Cade gently bit the delicate, sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. His cock was like a brand against her lower back, stiff and unyielding.
“You can do better than that, my angel,” he rumbled in her ear. “Make Lana’s trip here worth her while, hmm? She came here just for you…the least you can do is let her use your mouth.”
He fisted his large hand into Asha’s hair, cupping the back of her head and guiding her face down to Lana’s breast.
“That’s it,” Lana murmured as Asha tentatively swiped at her nipple with her tongue. “Open for me.”
She held Asha’s face in her hands, so gently that it touched Asha’s heart.
She opened her mouth, and Lana guided her to her breast, fitting the hard nipple between her lips.
Asha suckled obediently, and Lana’s sharp gasp of pleasure sent shivers of arousal through her.
She could already feel moisture leaking out onto her innermost thighs.
“Ah, you’re the sweetest thing,” Lana sighed, cradling Asha’s head as she continued to suck. “Don’t you think, Cade?”
Cade hummed his agreement. Asha could still feel his erection pressed against her ass as he slowly rubbed himself against her. She felt his gaze as Lana guided her head to the opposite breast, and he made a small sound—almost a tiny whimper—as she sucked the other nipple into her mouth.
Each pull into Asha’s mouth made Lana sigh and tilt back, forcing more of her breast past Asha’s lips.
Asha moaned as her mouth was filled to capacity, and Lana stroked her hair affectionately.
She longed to grind against Cade, against Lana, against both of them—anything to relieve the awful, pleasurable ache that engulfed her entire body, but the awkwardness of her position wouldn’t allow it.
Instead, she was left to mewl helplessly as Cade tugged her up by her hair and moved her back and forth between Lana’s breasts, alternating sucking on each nipple.
Being forced to pleasure Lana and neglect her own needs ignited a new spark of arousal and frustration inside her.
“There’s a good girl, pleasing your friend,” Cade purred. His approval sent an instant bolt of heat to Asha’s pussy, and she groaned, her mouth full. “What else can we do to put that smart mouth to good use?”