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  “I can speak for myself.” Aislinn gripped Beau’s shoulders hard and pushed up, dragging off both cocks before sinking deep again. “Never let it be said I’m a chicken. Let’s fuck, boys.”

  Chapter Eight

  Gus sat in a chair, Marti straddling the padded arm beside him, and watched as Aislinn got busy.

  What he’d intended to be part-humiliation for the scene he’d endured at La Forge and part-group indoctrination backfired big-time. He’d never seen anything quite like the three writhing together—Aislinn sandwiched between two of his best friends, her eyes sliding closed in ecstasy.

  “Not so much fun watching, is it?” Marti drawled.

  He drew in a sharp breath to feed his starving lungs, and turned to meet her wicked gaze. “Jackson said no fucking?”

  “That’s it,” she said, a dimple digging into one cheek as she smiled.

  “Get that duct-tape off your sweet ass.”

  Marti giggled and stood beside him, pushing off her scanty clothing. When she was nude, he brought her over his lap and cradled her with one arm while his hands got busy feeling her up.

  Aislinn peeked between her slitted lids and her gaze landed on him and Marti. Her eyes popped open wide.

  Gus smiled and sank his fingers inside Marti’s wet cunt. “Fingers okay, Jacks?” he called out loudly.

  “Ah, hell.”

  Marti giggled and spread her legs, letting Jackson watch while Gus sank three fingers inside to fuck in and out of her tight pussy. He thumbed her clit, smiling crookedly at her loud moan.

  Aislinn’s back stiffened. Her movements grew faster, bouncing on both his buddies’ cocks.

  “Not a race,” Beau muttered.

  “Quit complainin’, you pussy,” Craig gasped.

  Beau slipped a hand between him and Aislinn and pressed his thumb against her clit.

  Her body jerked and slammed deep against both men, but then she swayed a little, eyes tightening. “Oh fuck,” she whispered.

  She came hard. Gus could see it in the flush painting her cheeks and the tightness of her pursed mouth. He wondered if she was too embarrassed to let go and scream.

  Craig’s head sank against her shoulder, and he squeezed her tight, pumping his hips against her butt in rapid jolts that shivered through her body.

  When he came, he left no one guessing, giving a muffled shout then withdrawing slowly, to settle on the carpet beneath the couple still bolted together at the hips.

  Beau cupped her face between his hands. “Had enough?”

  “Finish it,” she whispered, sinking her forehead against his.

  He hugged her close, rose with her still connected to his hips, and laid her on the couch. With one foot braced on the floor, he arranged her legs, one hooked over the back of the couch and the other over his hip. Then he gave her deep, lunging strokes that bared his cock to everyone watching each time he retreated.

  Aislinn’s hips pumped upward to meet each inward stroke, slamming their groins together. The sexy slaps and lush, wet sounds Beau’s cock made each time he drove home, made Gus so damn hard his cock dug into Marti’s backside.

  “This no-fucking thing must be killing you,” Marti said, looking not the least bit put out. She laid her thighs open and pumped against his fingers, getting juicier by the second.

  “I’m savin’ this hard-on for somethin’ special,” he growled.

  Marti grinned. “While you’re chewing on your tongue, think you might give me a fourth?”

  Gus rolled his eyes. “Jackson?”

  “Do it.”

  Gus pulled his fingers free, cupped four together and pushed them into Marti’s sopping wet pussy.

  Her teeth sank into her lower lip, a low moan slipping out. Her belly undulated. Her hips wriggled. He shoved inside and swirled them, fucking deep. He shot a glance at Jackson, and then smiled. His buddy’s pants were shoved down his thighs. His hand gripped his cock, jerking himself off as he and Marti locked glances.

  Gus stopped worrying about whether Jackson was okay with the pleasure she got from his hand stuffing her cunt. The couple only had eyes for each other.

  Turning back to watch Aislinn, he found her staring back at him, her head hanging over the edge of the sofa as Beau hammered her juiced-up pussy.

  Beau gave a loud shout and slammed into her, holding there for a long moment before he eased from her body, folded her legs together then sat on the end of the sofa to slowly peel off his soggy condom. Beau’s features were taut, eyes gleaming. He gave Gus a nod. “What’s next, bro?”

  Gus flicked Marti’s clit, then pressed harder as he swirled. “Gotta come for me, Marti. I’ve got work for you to do.”

  Her eyelids floated down, then trembled back up again, widening. “Fuck,” she said, her voice ragged. But her back bowed, and she raised her legs in the air, spreading them wide, and came, drenching his hand.

  He leaned toward her, kissed her mouth, and then scooted her off his lap, dumping her gently onto the soft carpet. “All yours now, Jackson.”

  “Always was, bro.”

  Gus went to the hall closet and pulled extra pillows and a thick quilt from the top shelf. Coming back to the center of the floor, he shook out the quilt, tossed the pillows in the center then indicated to Mondo. “Got everything you need?”

  Mondo smiled and reached behind the chair he’d been sitting in. He brought forward a flogger, the one Aislinn had been carrying in her hand the first night they’d met.

  His glance went to Aislinn, who jackknifed up to sit, her mouth opening then closing, a look on her face that conveyed a world of hurt.

  Not understanding, Gus turned to Mondo. “What’s goin’ on?”

  Mondo stood and flicked the flogger against the side of his thigh. “She knows now.”

  “Has this been one big set-up?” she asked, pushing off the sofa to stand in front of Mondo.

  Mondo pressed a hand to one side of her face and bent to kiss her mouth.

  She turned away, breathing hard. “Was this a game? Some big ole mind-fuck?”

  “You credit me with more insight than I truly have into your heart.”

  Gus stepped closer and put his arm around Aislinn’s back, but she moved away, looking at him, studying his face.

  Gus kept his expression neutral, his body growing still. His erection softened because he knew something was wrong, and she looked at him as though he’d somehow betrayed her. “Aislinn…”

  Mondo straightened and flicked the flogger against the side of his thigh again, his gaze hardening on Aislinn. “It’s a work of art. Lovely. Perfect to warm the skin of a lover. Since you were never meant for me, but I loved you still, I found someone I hoped would be the answer for you.” He shrugged. “So I took some shortcuts—but the notes, the gifts were never sinister. Never more than loving advice.”

  “You’re her stalker?” Gus asked, his voice tightening.

  “Yes, amigo.”

  “You frightened her.”

  Mondo’s gaze never left Aislinn. “Were you ever truly scared?”

  Aislinn’s glare was hot and blurring beneath a light sheen of tears. She shook her head. “Other than the fact I knew they were from a man and that he shouldn’t have access to the women’s changing room, no. But you knew I was creeped out. I trusted you.”

  Mondo sighed and walked toward her, his steps slow.

  Gus tensed, angry with his friend, wanting to protect his woman, but knowing he didn’t have a part in this. Around them, the others watched as well.

  Aislinn’s back stiffened, but she didn’t back away. Not when Mondo pulled her into his arms and not when he lifted her chin to kiss her mouth again. “You’re beautiful and so proud. You were eager to learn, and I to teach you. If you’d possessed another sort of nature, I’d have made you mine.”

  “Is that why you trained me? So you could fuck me and see whether I was malleable enough for you to change into what you wanted?”

  Mondo’s chest rose. “Yes. But the ne
xt best thing I could do for you was see you fall in love. Watching you with Gus, I was the pupil. I’m an arrogant bastard—this I know, from him. Gus gave himself to you from the very start. You need someone. He needs to be needed. It seemed so simple.”

  Gus held his breath, furious with Mondo for manipulating them both, and yet grateful as well that he’d steered Aislinn to him. If only she believed he hadn’t known all about Mondo’s little game.

  Aislinn pushed against Mondo’s chest and peered up at him. Her jaw clenched then eased. She tilted her head, and then her mouth trembled and stretched into a blinding smile as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Mondo returned the hug, lifting her off her feet. “Don’t thank me yet.”

  Soft laughter spilled from Aislinn, and she wiped her cheeks. “This has been the most amazing evening.” Her head turned toward Gus, her gaze bright with unshed tears.

  Mondo put her down then stepped back. “Gus never had the privilege of watching us together.” His glance flicked to Gus. “Do you want to wipe the floor with my ass, or do you want to see?”

  Gus cleared his throat. “If she forgives you, I’ll choose my own time and place to forgive as well.”

  Mondo nodded, his lips curving. “I don’t suppose you’ll give me any warning.”

  “I reserve the element of surprise.”

  “I suppose you deserve it.” He flashed a smile and turned back to Aislinn. “Place your hands behind your head.”

  Aislinn stood, body bared. Something she’d been conditioned to accept by the man standing in front of her. To have her breasts and sex exposed for everyone to see didn’t bother her all that much. However, now she felt naked in a more fundamental way.

  Her mentor loved her. All the concessions he’d wrung for her, the extra time he’d spent teaching her, pushing her, all made sense now. He’d pushed to see if she possessed the answering spark.

  How disappointed he must have been. And yet, he hadn’t pulled away. He’d sought a man who fulfilled her needs. How generous and wonderful was that?

  Watching Mondo now, clearing his expression, drawing inside himself, she felt tears fill her eyes, because this might be the last time for them to be this way together.

  When he raised his arm, she held her breath. The first soft flick of the red-flanged flogger was a true caress. He brushed her breasts with the soft leather, the sensation as tender as any loving hand.

  She closed her eyes, unable to meet the blazing intensity of his, and raised her chest, inviting him to stroke there, aware Gus watched and had to know she loved his friend as well—although not as Mondo had hoped.

  Strokes brushed her nipples, her belly and the outsides of her thighs. Mondo circled her, flicking her ass and back, over and over, until her skin was hot and a slick of moisture trickled down her inner thighs.

  When swats landed on her mound, she edged her feet apart and accepted the soft, steady strokes against her pussy. Let him heat her sex until her labia swelled hot and her clit hardened to a painful knot.

  When she swayed, the strokes ended. She opened her eyes.

  Mondo’s chest rose and fell in sharp swells. His eyes glittered. Then his gaze fell away. “Jackson?”

  “Yes, buddy?”

  “May I have use of your woman?”

  “Depends.”

  Mondo gave a slight grin. “No fucking involved.”

  Jackson jerked his chin at Marti. “Be a good girl,” he said roughly.

  “You will need a pillow for your knees,” Mondo said, his voice sliding into his Dom voice, a sexy, curling purr.

  Aislinn moaned, already knowing what he wanted. Not that she hadn’t played with female subs before, but having the men around her, especially Gus, watching as Marti pleasured her, rocked her on her feet.

  Marti picked up a pillow and knelt in front of Aislinn. Her heart-shaped face turned up. She gave Aislinn a wink. “Some introduction, huh?”

  Aislinn, her fingers still woven together behind her head, glanced down, arching a brow. “You know this is every hetero guy’s favorite fantasy, right?”

  “Right…” Marti grinned wide then resettled her knees and reached out to grip the sides of Aislinn’s hips. “It’s not like I don’t know how it’s done. Watching Jackson is an education all by itself.” She laughed softly, and then leaned toward Aislinn, her tongue slipping out to flirt with Aislinn’s clit.

  Mondo circled like a panther, watching Marti as she delved deeper. He reached out and tweaked Aislinn’s nipples, standing with his shins snuggled against Marti’s back, pushing her closer to Aislinn.

  With Marti’s tongue sliding through her folds and Mondo torturing the tips of her breasts with rasps and tweaks, Aislinn jutted her hips, inviting deeper caresses.

  Mondo released her nipples, pulled the flogger from beneath his arm and circled behind her.

  The next swats weren’t loving or gentle. They spanked, jiggling her flesh.

  She breathed deeply, rocking on the balls of her feet, forward and back. Each stinging swat made her pussy tighten.

  Marti let go of her hips and spread her folds, then tucked her face between her legs and scoured her with lush swipes of her tongue.

  The strokes halted. Mondo’s hands gripped her shoulders from behind. His breath feathered her cheek. “Reach down and brace your weight on her shoulders.”

  Aislinn pulled her hands from her head and bent. Marti scooted backward, fingers still playing with her cunt as Aislinn bent deeper.

  Hard hands parted her buttocks from behind. Fingers plunged inside her and swirled.

  When the tip of Mondo’s cock entered her pussy, Aislinn squeezed her inner muscles, giving him a challenge as he burrowed inside her.

  Mondo laughed and slapped her ass. “I’ll hold her still, Marti. Suck her clit until she screams.”

  Aislinn’s gaze flew to Gus, who stood with his hands fisted at his sides. His gaze took everything in, and yet he seemed content to let this go on. Aislinn gripped the slender woman’s shoulders, digging the fingers of one hand into soft skin and the other into the cap of thick, dark hair and held still beneath the force of Mondo’s measured thrusts.

  Aislinn’s cunt warmed with friction. Marti’s eager pulls hardened her clit until it grew so engorged every draw of her sweet mouth was nearly painful.

  Tension built in her core, tightening, curling, until her breaths grew short and she gasped with each quickening thrust. Until one last hooked stroke sent her hurtling over the edge.

  Aislinn threw back her head, eyes wide open, and screamed, the sharp, shrill sound echoing off the walls.

  Mondo thrust a few more times, drawing out her orgasm. Marti licked her clit in broad swipes to soothe the ravaged knot.

  Aislinn sobbed softly, curled over the other woman, Mondo’s hands gripping her bottom the only things keeping her from wilting toward the floor.

  At last, he pulled free. He embraced her, arms encircling her waist and drawing her up to stand in front of him. He kissed her shoulder tenderly then stepped away. Marti pushed up, giving Aislinn a soft smile, and headed to Jackson who pulled her against his chest.

  Aislinn stood alone, her head down, tears leaking from her eyes. A figure stepped in front of her, a broad chest filling her vision. A thumb tucked under her chin and raised her face. “Think we’re about even?” Gus asked gruffly.

  She melted against his chest, her hands groping his shoulders, then digging into his scalp to pull him to her. When their lips met, she felt a sense of homecoming, of having survived a weary battle and won. “Are you my prize?”

  His chest shook against her as he softly chuckled. “Baby, I’m no prize. I’m just the doughnut guy.”

  “I don’t make just any doughnuts,” she whispered, sliding her face into the corner of his neck and breathing him in.

  The sound of a door opening and then closing long moments later told her they were alone. She wasn’t ready to look around, didn’t want to leave
the haven of his arms. “I love you,” she whispered.

  “It’s a good thing,” Gus said, his voice a deep, hoarse rumble. “Or I’d have to kick Mondo’s ass.”

  “I can’t believe he did this. For me and you.”

  “So we’ll name our first dog after him.”

  She sniffed. “What if I like cats better?”

  “The first horny tom then.” Gus stepped back and bent to pick her up in his arms. “Don’t go thinkin’ we’re done.”

  “Got a little problem you want me to fix?”

  “Sweetheart, it’s not little.”

  Aislinn smiled up at Gus who was already heading down a hallway, hopefully to the first bed he could find. “No, it’s not little at all.”

  Hours later, Gus lay with Aislinn’s warm body draped over his. They were still joined, and his cock was beginning to stir again, filling up the warm space inside her.

  She stirred, leaning up to peer into his face. “Seriously?” she grumbled.

  “Just makin’ sure I spoil you for any other cock.”

  “Don’t need any other cock,” she whispered. “Don’t want any other man. You’re more than enough for me.”

  Not satisfied with a tired declaration, Gus rolled, tucked her beneath him and began to thrust into her tight, wet sheathe. “Say it again.”

  Aislinn sighed and wrapped her arms around him. “You’re my doughnut guy.”

  He gave her a harsher thrust. “Not the part I want repeated.”

  “Who made you the Dom?”

  “I’m your slave, baby, and you know it. But first you have to say the magic words.”

  Aislinn grinned and twisted his nipples. “Give it to me harder first.”

  Gus slid a hand beneath her ass to cup it closer, then gave her several hard, deep thrusts, warming to the challenge that was her.

  Her expression blurred, her eyelids fluttering downward as she began to undulate beneath him. “I love you. I love you…I love you.”

  With her legs coming around him to hug his hips, he surrendered everything he was, body and soul. “And I love you, Mistress.”

  Gus leaned down to kiss her one last time then thrust home.