"Why the big production number, love? I admit, it worries me that Eric and Tate might think I'm being presumptuous, but other than that, I'll take a nooner."
He purposefully used casual words. Nooner. Quickie. Roll in the hay. Hookup. He could toss those words out all day long, but deep inside he knew where this was heading. He was making love to the only woman he would ever care about. Might as well admit it … She was the only woman he'd ever love.
Belle lowered his zipper. It hissed in the silence, broken only by their ragged breaths. He sighed as she pulled his boxers past his hips and toward the floor. She knew exactly how to make a man feel good. He would give her that. Over the course of a week, she'd tossed aside her inhibitions and become the lover of his dreams. Giving. Open. Honest. Passionate.
How was he going to leave her and not fucking fall apart?
"Eric gave you permission."
He felt his jaw clench as his cock sprang free. "I'm sure Tate would like to have a say. He's a possessive bastard."
She tilted her head up, giving him a brilliant smile. "He is, but he's okay with this. Who do you think plugged me earlier today? He took me into the bathroom and spent a lot of time working this plug inside my ass. He talked about you and Eric the whole time, about how he hoped we'd eventually all be together. But he also knew what I wanted today. He thought you would find it hot."
Hot? He found it scorching. His cock strained up, twitching as though trying to get to her on its own. "You're wearing an anal plug?"
She licked his cock like a treat she wanted to savor-slowly, lovingly, making him bite back a moan. "Tate thought it might spice up the encounter for you. It's the large plug. I've run through the whole training set. Tate says this is the last one before we get to the real stuff. According to him, it will make my pussy very tight. Interested?"
Fuck, yes. Well before she'd said any of that. All Annabelle Wright ever had to do was look at him and he burned.
She took the head of his cock into her mouth, and he closed his eyes. He had the terrible suspicion that she meant to seduce him into some sort of forever. It wouldn't work, but he couldn't say no to her. His dick was already threatening to burst. His heart … not far behind.
"Come up here." If he let her, she would suck him until he came deep in her mouth, and he really wanted to fuck her with that plug. They'd been progressing her through the training set, each plug a little larger to ready her for the anal sex he ached to give her. He wished he'd been there when she'd taken the large plug. He would have deeply enjoyed the way her eyes had to have widened and her breath must have caught as Tate had slid that plug home.
She rose to her feet, and he kicked away his shoes, slacks, and boxers. Normally he would have folded them, but he didn't give a shit today. They weren't playing. They were stealing time. He had an hour or so to have her all to himself. Eric would try to rush through his call. Tate could come home at any time. The minute they could be up here, they would. It made him a selfish bastard but he wanted all the time alone with her he could grab.
He kissed her, letting himself really revel in her for the first time. He'd been viewing the encounters with the four of them as very pleasurable teaching sessions. He'd distanced himself by playing the second-fiddle Dom, letting Eric take the lead, but here and now he was just Kellan and she was just Belle. Just a man and a woman with only these moments together.
The minute the others showed up, he would have to take on his hands-off role because they deserved her and he didn't. He would have to honor their claim on her.
His tongue delved deep, rubbing and playing against hers. He felt the nubs of her nipples against his skin. He reached down, cupping her breasts. They were soft, but firm. They nestled so perfectly in his hands as though she'd been made just for him. He kissed his way from her mouth to her neck, burying his face in her shoulder, inhaling the sweetness of her scent.
He'd never wanted any woman as much as he wanted Belle. What if he'd met her before Lila? He could rewrite his history. Why couldn't he have found her before he'd attached himself to that ball and chain, then jumped into the drowning pool? Before he'd been ruined. Before he'd been utterly broken.
How different would his life be now?
"I need you," she whispered. "Please, Kellan. Please take me."
He watched as she moved away from him, settling herself on the bed with a siren's smile. She held a hand out to him.
She could ruin him in ways he'd never even imagined. If Lila had taken his family and his pride, Belle could kill his soul. If she chose to, she could rip him apart, and he would never be able to put himself back together. He would lay down and die if Belle betrayed him.