Lora Leigh - Guilty Pleasure

“Did you love her?” she asked.

He shook his head slowly. “I cared for her, deeply, but she was Abram’s wife. Abram loved her. And I saw his face that day. He was lost inside. A man now free without the anchor sustaining him.” He shrugged his shoulders heavily. “I left that night. I went to my rooms, showered, and patched myself up as best I could before calling Mother. She arranged my transport home. I left the palace that night, I contacted Shayne, and left Azir’s lands. I’ve never returned. Azir refused to do anything about the brothers until he was ordered to by the ruling family. Then he appealed to Abram, begged him to save his lands and his people at a time when Abram was making plans to leave Saudi and immigrate here to America.”

That was new information to her. “Did Azir know Abram was planning to leave?” she asked.

Khalid shook his head. “He couldn’t have known. If he had, he would have killed Abram himself.”

“How would Aman and Ayid react to that information?” she questioned.

“They would kill him faster,” Khalid stated. “That would disgrace the family. It would be a stain on their honor that would forever mar their lineage. When Abram’s second wife and unborn child died under mysterious circumstances, Azir sent Abdul here, supposedly to protect me,” he sneered.

“Why were the facts of her death covered up?”

Khalid sighed wearily. “To protect Abram. If it became public knowledge that we had shared her, he would have suffered. He would have been persecuted for it. Ayid and Aman remained silent because as long as it was unknown, they could hold it over his head, or punish him however they chose. Deerfield shouldn’t have known of this, though.”

“Well, trust me, he knows,” she stated roughly.

“It doesn’t matter what he knows, or how much he hates me.” He moved to her as he extended his hand. “Come to bed, little flower. Let me hold you for a while.”

She gave him her hand and let him draw her to the bed. As they settled in, her head on his shoulder, Marty couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something going on that she hadn’t yet put her finger on. And a feeling, an intuition, that things were building around her that she couldn’t control.

A dark cloud was rolling in on them, and if she didn’t figure this out, if they didn’t neutralize Khalid’s brothers, then that dark cloud could destroy them.

And she had a feeling that she didn’t have much longer to take care of it.

Finishing her shower the next morning, Marty dried her hair before wrapping her towel around her body and moving into the bedroom. Shayne and Khalid had gone to separate showers earlier. They’d been quiet, looking at her intently.

There was something especially watchful about them that morning that had put her entire system on overload. Her senses had gone on full alert, her body humming with anticipation until they left the room.

She was still off balance. The brooding sensuality in Khalid’s expression was impossible to put out of her mind. The way his gaze had flicked over her before meeting her eyes. There had been a message in them, one she couldn’t decipher before he left the room.

While shaking her head, she moved to the dresser. As she reached for the first drawer, her head turned as the door opened and Khalid and Shayne stepped inside once again; staring at the two men, she felt her womb clench with a little, slow, electric sizzle that shot straight to her clit.

Shirtless, Shayne wore loose sweatpants; Khalid had donned a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. The differences in the two men had never been more apparent. Khalid had a smooth, dangerous sophistication that hid the animal lurking beneath, while Shayne didn’t bother to hide anything.

There was something more intently formidable about the fact that cool sophistication cloaked the man Khalid was. It made him less predictable, more inherently sexual than she had ever seen Shayne.

Breathing in deeply, she turned back to the drawer and pulled free a pair of lacy bronze panties and matching bra.

“You won’t need those quite yet.” They were plucked out of her hand as Khalid stepped up to her. “Not for a quite a while.”

“I have things to do,” she informed him, her voice breathless.

Damn . She was panting for him, and they both knew it.

“Not for a while yet.”

The towel slid from her body as he pulled at the tuck between her breasts.

Her breasts became immediately sensitive, swollen, her nipples hardening to the point that they ached.

She would have protested. She should have protested.

Khalid’s hand slid into her hair, his fingers tangling in the damp strands as he gripped her hip and turned her slowly to face Shayne.

“I want to watch first,” he growled against her ear as he nipped at it. “I want to watch him fuck you. Watching your face as his cock sinks inside your sweet body and drives you to climax.”

Marty wanted to whimper as Shayne shed his sweatpants, his expression tight with lust, his eyes darkening with it. Between his thighs his cock stood out, heavy with lust, the crest dark and tight.

“I want to hold you, control you,” Khalid whispered at her ear. “I want to ensure that you know who controls your greatest pleasure.” His hand slid to her thigh as he used his foot to push her legs apart. “I control it.” Hard, thick with lust, his voice stroked over her senses as Shayne’s hand slid between her thighs, his fingers opening her.

“Is she wet?” Khalid growled, as Shayne’s fingers slid through the slick, sensitive flesh.

“Wet. And hot.” A tight grimace contorted Shayne’s face as Marty arched and cried out at the sudden thrust of two fingers deep inside her aching pussy.

She felt the instant thread of response that tightened between her pussy, her clit, and her impending orgasm. His fingers slid back, thrust home again. For long seconds they fucked inside her, driving her to her tiptoes as a wailing cry left her lips.

“Enough,” Khalid ordered, as Marty flew to the very edge of release.

Just that fast Shayne stopped. His fingers were still embedded inside the clenching depths of her vagina, the muscles of his arm and chest straining as she shuddered between them.

“I’m going to watch him fuck you like that.” Khalid’s hand slid over her stomach, caressing the clenched muscles of her abdomen. “So hard and deep, you’ll be screaming for more, begging for it to stop.”

She was ready to scream now and wanted nothing more than to beg to come.

“I ache for you.” A gentle, soft kiss smoothed across her neck as she fought to breathe.

Shayne’s fingers flexed inside her, drawing a strangled cry from her throat as the tips of his fingers rubbed inside her, stroking high and deep and stealing her breath with the sensations.

“I ache to watch your face, hear your cries, to see your sweet pussy or that tight little ass stretch until you’re screaming from the biting pleasure.”

Shayne’s fingers slid from the aching depths of her sex as Khalid picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was laid down gently, but the kiss that came immediately afterward was anything but gentle.

It was filled with hunger, with need. Khalid took her lips and stole her senses with his lips and tongue as he lay beside her, his hand caressing from her neck to her breasts.

Her world became limited to the two men and four hands.

Khalid’s kiss was like wildfire as it sank into her. He ate at her lips, sipped at them, as Shayne’s lips traveled along the breast Khalid left free.

She couldn’t focus on just one touch; it was impossible. Hungry lips took hers as suckling lips drew a tight, sensitive nipple into a hot mouth and began to work it with a hungry tongue.