GladYouCame (14 page)

She was convinced focusing her persuasion on Dade was the
key.

Genevieve knocked on the door to Dade’s workshop, but
received no answer. Not surprising, given the fact the music was so loud, her
eardrums were shaking. Stepping inside, she found him in the center of the
space working. Heat rippled through the air, an orange glow sparkling from an
oven at the rear of the building. Dade has used a black scrap of cloth to
restrain his hair and wore a pair of black sleeves to cover his forearms.
Shirtless, sweat glistened on his skin, his pecs, and biceps as he drew a metal
blade across the glowing glass.

Hello, hormones.

Not wanting to disturb him, she set the basket she’d brought
with her on a table and sat to wait. Watching him work, so focused and intent,
was a thing of beauty. She wound her way through the maze of his workshop,
confident there was some method to his madness.

A large, cloth-covered piece caught her eye. It towered over
the workspace, soaring high toward the ceiling and nearly touching it. The
massive structure was obviously something Dade had been working on long term.
And something he cared for deeply.

When she reached forward to lift a corner, Dade closed his
hand over hers.

“I just wanted to peek.”

“Not until it’s finished.”

“Too big for one of your usual pieces. Unless the jolly
green giant hired you to make something for his lover. Maybe for the new
warehouse?”

“Yes—and that is exactly why you can’t see it yet. It’s not
finished.”

“Wow. Protective.”

“You have no idea.” He stretched, twisting from side to side
as he ran a towel over his face. “Whatever you brought in smells good.”

It was all she could do not to confess how good he smelled
to her. She’d always been a sucker for hard work. “Lunch. Thought you could use
some since I know you won’t stop working once you get going.” She handed him a
large glass filled with sweet ice tea. “How’s it coming?”

“Slow and painstaking. But I love it.” He lifted his fork
and sniffed. “Chicken salad?”

“You’re getting good at that.”

“Never cared much about food until you started forcing me to
eat three squares. Think you may have taken lessons from Elena. I was perfectly
happy living on what I was. Grabbed food when I could. Now I want to eat all
the time. And not just any food. Only yours.”

A warm glow swelled inside her. “Good. There are chocolate
chip cookies in the basket when you’re done. A snack in there for later as
well. There’s also a thermos of Perfect Shot coffee and some ice tea if you
want more.”

Dade growled, snagging the back of her neck before slanting
his mouth over hers. A quiet moan rattled her throat as he slipped his tongue between
her lips. She truly did love when Dade kissed her. “You taste good. Better than
the lunch you brought me.”

“I have to confess I didn’t come out here just to feed you.”

“Ulterior motives. Sneaky.”

She’d been fully prepared to talk, but she found herself
hesitating. The last thing she wanted to do was upset the balance they’d found.
Dade kept eating, but his arm remained around her waist. The contact made it
difficult for her to concentrate because she wanted nothing more than for him
to make love to her right here and now. They’d all gotten comfortable enough
with one another that neither man minded if she chose to be with the other
solely. Though it had yet to happen.

“I think Tony is hiding something. For a while, actually.”

“Hiding? Why would he do that? He loves you.”

“I don’t doubt that he does for even a second. But I think
he’s keeping this thing from himself. That’s the problem. Or maybe he’s
realized it and just keeps telling himself that its nonsense.”

“Honey, I don’t get what you’re trying to say. You’re not
making a lot of sense.”

She forged ahead, knowing it was too late to back down. “I
think you’ve seen it too. I think you’ve known for a while, well before any of
this started up between the three of us.”

Dade’s eyes narrowed. “Go on.”

“My husband wants you.”

“Genie, you—”

“Don’t you
Genie
me. You and I both know there’s more
between the three of us than just a bunch of fun. There was something between
the two of you when you kissed the other night. And it was more than getting
caught up in the moment and you damn well know it. Just like you know you’re
going to have to be the one who initiates something between the two of you.
But…it’s more than just that.”

“Go on,” he said carefully.

This was the hardest part to explain. Mostly because she didn’t
understand everything herself. Hopefully, Dade would be able to shed some light
on the topic. She had faith in her suspicion that the two men wanted to
explore. Only Tony hadn’t come to terms with his feelings on the matter. More
than likely, Tony thought he couldn’t have something because he was married.
And a Dom. The term switch probably wasn’t even part of his vocabulary anymore
because of their one failed attempt at changing the game in the beginning.

“I think he wants you with a whole different set of rules in
play. He’s confused because the Dom isn’t supposed to want to be dominated.”

Dade set his knife and fork on the plate. “And you think
that’s what he wants from me.”

“I know it is.”

“What if that’s not what I want.”

Pshaw. Yeah, right.
“Much as Tony is observant, so am
I. You’ve been holding back. Even in non-sexual situations, you hold back. But
especially
in the sexual ones. Those heated glances aren’t just for what’s between my
legs. Those passionate kisses you give me aren’t just for what you’re getting
from me. They are also for what you desire from him. And you can’t tell me you
don’t want him. I’ve watched the two of you kiss. That heat and fire isn’t just
getting caught up in the moment.”

Dade stared off in the distance for so long, she was worried
she’d made up the whole situation because it was what she wanted. “When this
all started, I promised you both that the last thing I wanted to do was cause
trouble. Your marriage is first and foremost in my mind.”

“And you think Tony would question his choice to marry me if
he’s with you. That he would wonder about what he’d missed out on.”

“Partly, yes.”

“Much as you reassured us, we said the same to you. We’re
willing to accept new things about each other, and be receptive to the
possibilities of whatever came our way. If Tony wants to be with you, then that
is what I want for him. I trust you both implicitly. But Tony is a lot like you
in many ways.”

“Alike in how we dominate?”

She leaned closer, tickling Dade’s jaw as she smiled. “You
both love pussy too much to give it up entirely.”

Dade burst out laughing as he pulled her into his lap. “I
think you’re wrong.”

“Oh? I can think of more than a few occasions where I can
back up my hypothesis.”

“I just meant we both love
your
pussy too much to give
it up.” He cradled her face, kissing her slowly before leaning back. “Do I want
you? Yes. Do I want Tony? Yes. But I’m also willing to take half the deal if
that’s how the arrangement is supposed to be.”

“But you don’t want half because you don’t do half.”

“Smart subbie.”

While she was glad the air was clear, something else had
been weighing heavily on her mind since Elena’s baby shower. “There is
something else I’ve wanted to talk to you about. I just—I don’t want to cause…problems
for you.”

“Problems? What do you mean?”

“The conversation we had at the baby shower?”

“Oh. That’s right. No, everything is okay.”

“Did something happen? With the couple, I mean.”

“You could say that.”

“Sorry to hear.”

Dade smiled slowly. “Genie, the couple they were talking
about was the two of you.”

Genevieve’s head snapped up. “But…that means—”

“Yes, it does. For a while.”

“Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

Dade tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, tickling
the delicate shell. “How could I? You were dating. Then you were engaged. Next
thing I knew, you were whisking your way to Ireland for your honeymoon. I wasn’t
going to get in the way. I didn’t want to mess up things between the two of
you.”

“Oh Dade. I wished you’d told us. We could have found a way
to make it work.”

“Maybe. Or maybe not. You could have both gotten angry. Told
me to keep my hands to myself and not been in my life.”

“Better to be friends than not at all?”

“Exactly.”

“Stupid invoices. Stupid figures that won’t add up because
of a stupid, stupid mechanical piece of shit.” The calculator in question hit
the wall, cracking and splitting into pieces that scattered on the floor.
Across the room, Dade blinked in shock, his head inches away from where the
device had impacted.

“Problems?”

“Everything is just honkyfuckingdorey.”

Dade fell silent as Genevieve went back to the calculations
she didn’t want to do.
Gouging my eyes out with a red-hot poker would be
more enjoyable than this.

“Why don’t you have an accountant handle your books so you
can just worry about the cooking?”

“Because I don’t have time to look for one.”

Dade pushed away from the dining room table, bringing the
laptop he was working on with him. He settled in a chair next to the couch.
“Great firm handles my stuff because I sure a shit don’t want to bother with
it. Transition was clean and easy. They even went out and found a packaging
company to handle all the shipping I didn’t want to deal with. Leaves me free
to do what I love. A math whiz I am not.”

The email alert on Genevieve’s phone chimed. “Thanks. I’ll
look at it later. Right now I need to finish these. Now I get to do it by
hand.” She knew he was trying to help, but dealing with business matters was
the last thing she wanted to keep digging into tonight. It had to be done, but
Christ, why couldn’t the magical math fairy wave her wand over the numbers to
make them add up?

“What you need to do is relax.” After placing his laptop on
the coffee table, he slid his hand around her nape. Despite her frustration,
the tight squeeze felt good. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head forward,
sighing as Dade’s hand worked its magic. Now this was certainly more
interesting than numbers.

He kissed her shoulder. An intense spark of arousal flared
bright. His hand dropped lower, sneaking under the hem of her tank top. The tip
of one of his fingers inched lower, brushing against her already aching nipple.

“Dade.”

“Yes?”

She hated to be the voice of reason because his touch felt
so damn good. “I really need to get this stuff done.”

“Why can’t you take five minutes?”

“Because—oh god, that feels good. You have magical hands.”

“So I’ve been told. Relax. Just let me take care of you.”

She whimpered when he dug deeper, molding and massaging
while he continued to tease her nipple.

“We…Tony.”

“Right here, sweetheart.” Tony’s voice filled the room as
Dade pulled down the front of her shirt, exposing her breasts. “That is a
gorgeous sight.” Dade tugged hard on her nipple, pulling a strangled gasp from
her. “Sounds even better.”

“You two planned this.”

“No collusion. Promise.”

“Him I believe.” She glanced over to the laptop, staring at
Tony’s face on the screen. “You, not so much.”

His grin widened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.
I’m in Los Angeles at a convention promoting my business. How could I have
possibly planned this? Believe me, I prefer to be right there with you two.”

“But he’s not.” Dade whisked her shirt up and away, baring
her torso. “No planning on either of our parts, promise. He happened to message
me about the same time you lobbed the calculator at the wall. I explained the
situation and after a quick discussion, we both decided you’re too high strung
right now.”

He tugged on the peak, drawing it away until it stood in a
high, tight point jutting away from her body. “Perfect.” He cupped her entire
breast, holding her in place. “Take a deep breath for me.” She did and began
releasing it slowly as the pain around her nipple increased. As he moved to the
other breast, the pain dulled to a slow throb. It flared bright for a few
seconds as he clamped her other nipple. “Lovely.”

Looking down, she spotted two clover clamps connected by a
sparkling silver chain. Dade tugged on the chain, pulling a satisfied groan
from deep inside her. She heard a soft click and realized Tony had taken a
screenshot of the action. Arousal stabbed through her, arrowing down between
her legs and bouncing between the two areas.

“You carry around custom-made clamps?”

“Freak coincidence, believe it or not. I picked them up this
afternoon and still had them in my pocket. But from now on, I think I’ll carry
them everywhere. If for no other reason than to remember how you look wearing
them.” He rose, standing over her. Taking her hand, he curled her fingers over
the arm of the couch. “Keep your arms up here until I get back.”

She did her best to control her breathing, using the steady
in and out motion to bask in the burn Dade had ignited inside her.

Tony’s voice filled the room. “I always think you can’t
possibly get any more beautiful, but then I see you like this and you knock me
so far off my axis I can’t possibly think about setting up deals with new
vendors.”

“You’re still taking screen shots, aren’t you?”

“You know me so well.”

“And you love me.”

“I do. No more so than right now watching you waiting
patiently like a good submissive.”

Dade returned carrying something in each of his hands. He’d
removed his shirt and exchanged his jeans and boots for soft cotton pants and
bare feet. He held a few items that he set on the couch next to her hip. The
bottle of lubrication wasn’t unusual, but the bright orange spheres were
something she’d never seen before.

“Finished these a few days ago. Had a client order a set in
purple. Liked his design so much, I made you a set. With a few modifications,
of course.”

Six graduated spheres dangled in the air, strung together
with what appeared to be a length of thin cord. The sizes of the first few
beads weren’t anything she hadn’t taken before, but the last few caused her to
shoot Dade an uneasy look. “And where do you plan to put those?”

He draped the string of beads over her stomach, picked up
the tube and squirted lubrication onto his finger. When he dipped between her
legs, he smeared the cold fluid over her anus. “Exactly where you think.”

The heavy weight of the glass wasn’t something she’d
expected. “But…six?”

“One for each orgasm I plan to give you.”

Holy shit. “For this to be unplanned you certainly seem
prepared.”

“Doesn’t hurt to be ready for anything.” He nudged her leg.
“Turn around for me, face the computer and keep your hands behind you.” As she
did, he opened her legs, positioning her feet on either side of the laptop so
Tony had an unobstructed view of her pussy.

“Fuck.” The low light in Tony’s hotel room made for a grainy
video image, but she could clearly see he’d palmed his cock, stroking it slowly
as he watched.

Dade pressed his mouth against her ear. “Interesting
dichotomy, isn’t it? The wall between all of us now is thousands of miles, yet
Tony is right here in the room. He can see and hear, but he’s denied smell,
taste and touch. Those are all just for me.”

Leaning over, he flicked his tongue against her clit,
teasing her until she was panting. She gasped as he slipped the first bead
inside her. Pleasure radiated out in waves, undulating though her as he skipped
his tongue over her clit. She held tight to the back of couch as Dade slipped
another graduated bead into her.

She had control of the storm raging inside her until the
moment Dade smooth his fingers over her thigh, pressed against her clit and
slowly twisted into her pussy. The unexpected intrusion was exquisite as he
patiently worked each of those custom heavy glass spheres inside her.

He slowly pushed the last, largest through her opening. The quick
punch of an orgasm scored through her core. Heat swamped her body, an eruption
of sweat breaking out over her skin.

When she’d settled down again, she opened her eyes and
looked directly at Tony. His eyes had gone half-closed and heavy, a sign he was
caught up in the moment. “That was fucking magnificent.”

“Sorry to rob you of your view, but I’m going to be inside
of her when she blows next time.” He tapped Genevieve on her ass. “Up on your
knees, subbie. Hands on the end table. Yeah, that’s it. Open wide for me. God,
you are amazing.” She leaned her forehead against the wood arm of the couch,
the cool smoothness a comfort to the inferno raging inside her.

Dade moved behind her, smoothing his hands down her back,
over her hips and across her ass. Spreading her cheeks, he pressed his fingers
against her as his cock teased her opening. The sound of foil crinkled behind
her and she waited patiently while he slipped on a condom.

Seconds later, he plunged into her without warning, driving
as deeply as possible and immediately setting a ruthless pace. Where Tony liked
to taunt, Dade barreled over her defenses, demanding she respond to him. Her
body didn’t mind in the least. Her excitement lofted her high as Dade thrust
into her over and over.

Dade tugged on the string of beads, the first spreading her
wide and sending a powerful shockwave rippling through her. She cried out,
tilting her pelvis as he continued to thrust. He tugged again, pulling hard
enough that two were released.

More.

Her muscles trembled, the pleasurable burn so addictive, she
starting thrusting back to meet Dade’s movements.

More.

He grabbed her hip. “Stay.”

Fighting her body’s demand to move, she obliged Dade’s
command. “Think he’s enjoying watching us.” Genevieve glanced over as Dade slid
inside her, watching as Tony rapidly moved his hand over his straining
erection.

“I think you’re right.”

Tony seemed oblivious to the conversation. His head rested
against the headboard as the muscles across his chest and shoulders rippled
with tension. She was tempted to simply watch her husband enjoying himself, but
those telling tingles spread across her abdomen.

Dade tugged another bead and she clutched the wood, her
fingernails digging in. Her body soared high, responding to each and every
curveball Dade flung at her. He stopped withdrawing the globe when it had
reached the widest part and shifted his position slightly to dig into her with
pounding thrusts.

Tony blew seconds later, his lust-filled groan filtering
through the laptop’s microphone and resonating through her body. Dade hissed
behind her, his thrusts growing more rapid as her muscles contracted in a tight
fist. “Come on, baby. Two more.”

“No. I can’t.” She wailed as he brushed her clit, the pain
of all the climaxes she’d had so far almost too much to bear.

“You can. I know you can.” She jerked against him as he
continued to massage her.

Leaning forward, his cock shoved deep into her cunt, he
grabbed one of her hands. He wrapped his fingers around hers, and moved her
hand between her legs. “What did you tell me a few weeks ago? The first time I
penetrated you?”

Her throat worked as she swallowed. “I don’t remember.”

“You told me something. Said that we shouldn’t be surprised
to find you masturbating when you thought about when I kissed Tony.” The memory
of the two men kissing flared hot and bright, sparking a need deep inside her
core. Dade hissed as her muscles clamped around his cock. “Yes, good. Use that.
Get yourself off while I’m inside you.”

Her body tightened, every muscle primed and ready to accept
the final release. The orgasm slammed hard into her, stealing her breath as she
tried to scream. Her muscles gave and she felt a bright, pulsing ball of light
burst through her core.

Blind, she rode the wave of her climax as Dade grunted twice,
thrusting hard as he finally came. She collapsed against the cushions, cradled
in Dade’s arms as they both fought to stop shaking.

“Fuck.” Desire laced through Tony’s voice. “I think I need
to go away more often.”

* * * * *

“All right, gang. It’s late and we have a huge day ahead of
us. Go home, get some rest and be back here by seven. The crew for the photo
shoot with Southern Temptations arrives at eight.” A chorus of groans greeted
her statement. “Yes, yes. Quit your bitching and get out of my kitchen.” Most
of the group filed out except for Tessa Flynn.

The petite brunette slid up to the counter. Though Tessa had
spent most of the day preparing various types of dough, she looked just as
preppy as when she’d come through the doors this morning. Sometime during the
day, she’d pulled her shoulder length hair up into two buns. Brown eyes peeked
out from under a fringe of bangs. “Need a hand?”

Genevieve still felt as though hiring Tessa had been one of
the best business decisions she’d made this year. With the ink still drying on
her pastry arts degree, Tessa had swept into the Southern Ridge Grille kitchen
like a breath of fresh air. She was hard-working and dependable, not to mention
eager to learn everything she possibly could. Not that Genevieve would have
expected anything less from a Flynn. “You don’t have to stick around, sugar. I
know you’ve got to be ready to fall into bed after the way I’ve worked you guys
the past few days.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

They worked quietly and efficiently, anticipating what each
other needed before it was required. Working with Tessa was so effortless day
in and day out, Genevieve was tempted to promote her quickly through the ranks.
She outshined the other two girls Genevieve had hired around the same time
frame. Something Genevieve would have to give serious thought to in the coming
months, especially with the holidays on the horizon.

“Gen, do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“Anything for you.”

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?” Genevieve shut down the industrial mixer. “Can
you hand me that spoon? I’m not quite sure this icing is quite right. The
consistency looks a bit off.” Tessa retrieved the item and waited patiently for
Genevieve to test her icing. “Yes, needs a little bit more almond flavoring.”
She grabbed a large bottle and tipped the extract over to allow a few drops to
fall.