AllFreeNovel
Share Us
West watches me carefully. I want to apologize, to soothe, to assure them I’m still here, but I’m stuck. The fog—that thick gray curtain I thought I’d left behind back home in New Haven—seeps in between us, closing around me and starting to grow.
West’s eyes go dark as pitch.
He picks me up out of the chair, hauling me across the room and tossing me on the bed, same as he’d done for Raleigh that first night.
“West—”
He kisses me thoroughly, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting every part of me he can reach. His hand threads into my hair, fisting and pulling hard, separating us and making me gasp.
“West—”
“Not a word, Callahan,” he says. He traps my hands behind me, holding them in one tight fist, and goes to work removing my clothes. I fight back against him on instinct, though no part of me wants him to stop.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he snarls. “Fight me all you want. I can take it.”
The surge of heat I get from those words makes me cry out. Raleigh is at my side in an instant.
“Stop.”
West does, instantly.
“No.” My protest is little more than a whisper. I writhe against West’s hands, but while he’s stopped, waiting for Raleigh to say something, he doesn’t let me go.
“Doesn’t she need a safe word?” Raleigh asks.
“Callahan,” says West, his eyes on Raleigh, considering. “Your safe word is ‘stop.’”
Raleigh rolls his eyes.
“No safe words this time. We’re not pushing that many limits yet. If you want me to stop, say ‘stop.’” West is talking to us both, but the part about limits is directed at Raleigh. He shivers and nods. Both men look to me and I nod, too.
“On the bed, Raleigh. Get behind—there. Spread your legs. Yes, like that. Stay right there.”
With Raleigh’s support, I’m pressed in between both men, my hands trapped at the base of my spine. A flutter of my fingers confirms it wouldn’t take much of a reach to get my hands on Raleigh’s cock, if I can get the zipper of his pants open.
“You want to make sure she’s safe from me, you can do it from there.” When Raleigh opens his mouth to protest—or apologize or something—West kisses him. The glazed look on Raleigh’s face sets my blood on fire.
“You won’t be able to shut us both up,” I say. West releases Raleigh’s mouth with an obscene pop.
“Think so, pretty girl?”
This West is a man I hardly recognize. He’s more aggressive, more focused, maybe even darker somehow. Resisting him before was hard enough the way he was; this new, different West makes it impossible.
He releases my hands. Raleigh catches me before I lose my balance, then picks up where West left off with my shirt, tugging it over my head and throwing it toward the foot of the bed. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispers in my ear.
“Me, too,” I whisper back, craning my neck so I can kiss him. Despite the awkward arrangement, we sink into each other. My heart feels so full, I can barely stand it.
Not that this is about hearts.
West resurfaces, wrapping his hands behind my knees and pulling me down on the bed, shoving my knees apart. He pins my ankles when I try to push him away, holding me open, exposed to his stare.
“No,” he says. “I’ve been waiting for this for years. You’re not pushing me away now.” He drags his gaze up from my pussy and looks me in the eye. “Say ‘stop.’”
“No.” I’m being obstinate, and I don’t know why; something about him makes me want to play the brat, when I’ve never done anything like that in my life. What does he mean, years?
“Do you want it?” West tries a different tactic, cupping his erection over his clothes, dragging his hand over it slowly.
