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Coming to a stop outside the arbor, she stared at the stones beneath her feet for long moments. She was terrified to look inside. Knowing it was empty, knowing there was no one there but needing them to be there. Needing a closure that only facing them would ever bring her.
Lifting her head, she made herself peer into the shadowed shelter. And it was empty. Shadows lay thick inside it; the lights used for holiday parties were absent, the shadows thicker, heavier, than they had been years before. Ornamental trees and flowering shrubs surrounded it, increasing the darkness. Still, she had to force herself to step inside and walk to the now cold fireplace where she’d stood that first time.
Turning slightly, she faced the brightly upholstered padded bench that sat along one side. It was wide and appeared incredibly comfortable. Comfortable enough to lie back on, or to lie atop the hard, powerful body of a lover as another moved behind her.
She had to smother the whimper that threatened to escape as the jagged, ever-present pain swelled inside her. It was always waiting to strike. Always there, willing to ambush her at the most inopportune times. To remind her, to overwhelm her with memories she had no business allowing free.
She had to burn the memories out of her mind. She had to find a way to cauterize the wounds in her heart and soul that refused to allow her to heal. She couldn’t face them or she risked those pictures being released to the media as well as every porn site in existence.
Pictures of her between her two lovers. Explicit, erotic pictures of them penetrating her. Both of them penetrating her. One beneath her, the other behind her.
As she stood in front of the fireplace, her gaze focused on the brightly colored padded bench in front of her, Alyssa realized she was clenching the sapphire and diamond stones that hung from the gold chain around her neck. She held them like a talisman. As though they were all that held her from the sometimes overwhelming need to let loose the fury raging inside her.
She’d been certain the necklace was taken while she slept that last day in Barcelona when Shane and Sebastian had collected their other belongings. She had grieved for it
, missed the weight of it with such desperation that it had been agony at times.
“Why?” The word was torn from the deepest part of her, ragged and filled with grief. Closing her eyes, she felt the bleak fear that she would never be free of one fantasy summer spent amid two men’s lies.
“Siren,” soft, aching, the whisper eased around her, light as air, as a familiar warmth enfolded her. “Sing for me, siren.”
Oh God. It was so real.
Like a dream come to life, Sebastian’s whisper at her ear, his warmth against her back.
Eyes closed, she swayed for a heartbeat, her knees weakening as the sensual, erotic needs rushed from the dark, hidden well she’d forced them to so long ago. His presence was so clear that the feel of his strong arms sliding around her, enfolding her, had her fearing she was finally succumbing to madness.
“I feel you, siren,” he breathed at her ear. “Your sweet song wrapping around me. Pulling me to you.”
Heated male lips brushed her neck, setting fire to every nerve ending in her body. Her breasts swelled, engorged nipples rasping against the snug fit of her gown. Between her thighs the folds there became drenched with need, her clit throbbing, coming to full, aching life. The complete lack of sexual need outside her dreams flared to life, the sensation of touch, of sound, had her fearing she was no longer able to separate fantasy from reality.
“How I’ve longed to touch you, to taste you again.” The brush of air against her neck, the softly accented sound of his voice, took fear to certainty.
“How sweet you taste,” Sebastian’s voice rumbled at her neck. “What I wouldn’t give to lay you down and taste all the sweet cream flowing from your pussy. Are you wet, siren? Are you ready for me to fill you?”
She’d been ready. God help her, she’d been ready for so long.
“I want to lay you down.” His teeth rasped along the sensitive tendon of her neck. “Push your gown to your hips and eat all that candy syrup spilling from you. And when you’re crying out, shaking from your orgasm, I’ll push my cock inside you.” His voice thickened. “Feel your tight little pussy milk me. Feel it, so hot and tight, clamping on my dick as you beg me to take you hard. To shove every inch inside you hard and deep.”
And she would.
She remembered the striking ecstatic pain of having him or Shane push inside her with those hard thrusts, forcing her inner flesh to stretch with fiery sensations that threatened to throw her immediately into orgasm.
Fighting to breathe, to hold back the whimpers she knew would destroy the fantasy, Alyssa waited in desperate anticipation to see what her imagination would come up with next. Clenching her thighs, Alyssa felt the soaked condition of the thin panties she wore. Her clit was more swollen, more sensitive, than it had ever been.
“Let me have you, siren,” he whispered, his fingers tugging the bodice of her gown over her breasts. When they captured the hard points of her nipples, calloused fingertips applied just enough pressure to drag her fully into the fantasy she’d slipped into.
Pleasure and pain erupted in the hard points he was pressing and rolling between his fingers. As the erotic dream fully enfolded her, Alyssa let her head fall back, feeling his shoulder cushion it as little moans of desperate, rising pleasure fell from her lips.
“You love the mix of pleasure and pain, don’t you, siren,” a whisper, so soft, so destructive. “That’s why you loved the feel of both of us at once. The higher your pleasure, the more you craved it. The feel of us pushing inside you, keeping you stretched and filled.”
She sank deeper into the fantasy, into the sensations rushing over her. His fingers tugging at her nipples, milking them firmly.
Behind her, his erection pressed against the small of her back, the heat of it sinking through his slacks and past her gown.
“I’ll eat your pretty pussy later,” he groaned. “Bend over for me, siren. On the bench. Let me fuck you. Let me feel your pussy clenching on my dick until it feels like a vise I’ll never be free of.”
Releasing her nipples, he pushed her forward, a ghostly pressure against her shoulders until she braced her hands against the padded seat of the bench. Behind her, Sebastian lifted the yards of material before easing one knee to the seat as well and flowing the material of the dress along the side of it.
