Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (20 page)

“You’re wicked,” he hissed, as he watched her rub against him. As she chewed on her bottom lip, Paris knew she was going to cum again. “Use me, baby,” he urged, leaning back in the chair to watch his sexy woman get off again.

When she shouted his name and shook against his body, he was drowning in the need. Wiggling in the chair, he felt her slide the tip of him into her very wet opening.

This was heaven and hell.

“I need to cum, baby. Please let me bury myself in you,” he begged, knowing that she had the final say in the outcome of their mating.

His Tessa was in control.

“I need to feel this. Let me have all of you,” he pleaded.

In life, she couldn’t ever tell him no. Paris Archer was her weakness.

Staring into his eyes, she began moving again. It made her hot that he was vocally urging her on. Paris wasn’t one to curse, but when he did, it had impact.

“Come on, baby. Ride me. Let me fuck you.”

Her body shook as she repeatedly drove herself down onto his now engorged erection. As she impaled herself over and over, his moans intensified.

Paris was going to get his wish. He was going to cum harder than he ever had before.

Tessa held on, perched precariously on the edge as she waited for the man she loved to get ready to tumble. “Hurry,” she urged, as she bounced frenetically in his lap, driving his throbbing erection so deep into her body they were almost one.

“More!”

She gave him what he demanded.

The slapping of flesh on flesh and hard breathing filled the silence of the room.

“Tessie, I’m just about there!” he shouted, warning her of what was to come. With each bounce, his body tightened, preparing to explode into her.

Then, it happened.

Colors and sound ruptured around him, tearing him from the ledge of control and forcing Paris into the freefall of orgasm.

Tessa heard his guttural shout and
followed, slamming down on his erection as it exploded deep in her body. Dropping her head to his shoulder, Tessa fought to catch her breath as there was wave after wave of heat filling her. The warm gush of cum made her shiver.

Paris could barely breathe. “That was s
o good, Tessa. I don’t have words for it. I forgot how amazing sex felt.”

She started giggling. “Yeah, next time I’m not letting you off as easily.
”

He found that funny
, since she’d practically tortured him. “Yeah, you got me this time, but payback is a bitch.”

Lifting her head, she stared into his eyes. “I love you, Paris.”

His heart kicked in his chest. “I love you too, Tessa,” he replied, kissing her softly on the lips. “Now, let me out of this chair.”

At his words, her
eyes filled with tears. “You know I can’t do that, Paris. If I could, I would. I’m so sorry.”

He was caught off guard, and when she moved off his body, he was afraid. “Where are you going?” he asked, pulling at the handcuffs.

“I’m sorry, Paris, but it’s time to go home.”

“Tessa! Let me out!” he started shouting, as the room around him shimmered and wavered. “Please! Let me out of this chair!
I don’t want to stay in this chair any longer!”

His heart thundered
as perception swayed, changing everything around him.

As he called for her frantically,
Tessa and the room vanished. 

Darkness crashed around him.

Jerking awake, his pulse was pounding in his ears. At first, he didn't know where he was, and then slowly, realization dawned.

He was in their room.

It had only been a wet dream.

Paris
fell back onto the bed, trying to catch his breath. Sliding his hands beneath the sheets, he found the evidence of his orgasm.

His heart ached as reality settled in.

Beside him on the bed, Tessa’s space was empty. It was probably a damn good thing she wasn’t there. Had she been there, he would have had to explain why he was startled awake and covered in his own cum.

As his heart calmed, he finally focused on the sounds around him. There was light cascading in from their bedroom window,
feeling warm and pleasant on his skin. In the background, he could smell coffee brewing, readying them their morning caffeine jolt before heading to the office.

Then, he heard the shower.

In the next room, his Tessa was getting all soapy. His heart tightened in his chest at the love he felt for her. At least he still had her.

As of late, they’d had one hell of a
n uphill battle. Lifting his hands, he stared down at the blisters and callouses forming on his palms.

They were battle scars from the last few weeks
of intense work. Every day was a new challenge, and he was fighting hard to get his life back.

The singing from the
next room drew his attention. What Paris wanted was to be near Tessa.

No, what he needed was to be at her side. She’d heal the ac
he in his chest over the loss.

The compulsion to be with her in the shower was too strong to ignore. Today was his day to sleep in, but he’d rather be at her side.

Sitting up, he lowered his legs off the side of the mattress. With all his strength, Paris pulled his body into the chair he’d placed beside the bed. It took a second to catch his breath as he was forced to face reality.

This was now his life
. Gone were the moments in the dream where he was free to move around as he once had. Now, he was confined.

Trapped.

Changed.

Yet, one thing remained the same. Paris had Tessa, and soon he’d ask her to be his wife. I
n days, he’d be offering her everything he had.

His heart kicked in his chest at the word.

Wife.

Nothing sounded so amazing.

Then, he focused on her again. If he wanted to get soapy with his girl, he’d better go now. Wheeling himself toward the bathroom, he called to her.

“Tessie, is there any room for me in there?” he asked, trying to not to dwell on his dream.

“There’s always room for you, Paris my love,” she answered, watching him wheel into their massive shower.

In that moment, there wasn’t sadness.

Paris couldn’t help but
still be hopeful.

After all, he had love.

 
C
hapter
E
ight:

The Countess’s Lover

~~
Jolie & Jacques ~~

As the night fell, their heavy breathing was the only sound in the study. Upon waking, they headed to another room to spend some time as a couple. Right now, Jolie was tucked between the two men she adored, basking in the afterglow of their mating.

Flynn
was resting against her body, the scent of his blood lingering around them. Often, he’d be found on top, protectively sandwiching her between them.

Jacques, on the other hand, was below her, keeping her body off their expensive oriental rug.

From the energy buzzing around the room, she didn't have to open her eyes to tell he was grinning smugly.

“
One of these days, someone’s going to get hurt,” muttered Flynn, playing with a long piece of Jolie’s hair, which was wrapped around his wrist.

She laughed, the delicate
sound filling the air. “Good thing we’re immortal,” she added.

Jacques agreed. “It’s not my fault. You shouldn’t parade around naked. You know
that Flynn has no control.”

He objected. “Yeah, I’m the predator in the room. Last I looked, I was human and you two weren’t. I was the
hapless victim.”

That had them laughing.

Jolie ran her fingers over his tanned flesh. “I do recall you begging me to drink from you. In fact, I think you said it over and over again.”

Jacques interjected, “I believe the exact quote was,
‘Come on! What’s a guy have to do to get the undead to take a damn drink? Here I am all human-y and delicious’
,” he stated.

Jolie started laughing again.

“Mind tricks,” Flynn added, grinning. His love for them was the big reason he was naked on a floor in an old plantation, wrapped around two dead vampyres.

Obviously, sanity had gone out the window months ago.

Jolie loved the way they felt against her body. Better yet, she simply loved them.

Then, she noticed Flynn had gone silent.

Something was bothering him.

“My love, what’s wrong?” she asked, pushing him up off her body. He seemed fixated on something.

“I wish I had the time with you that Jacques has had. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to have hundreds of years and all the adventures.”

Jacques stood
, pulling his mates up from the floor. “You will, Flynn. It’s only a matter of time, and we certainly have plenty of that.”

Flynn Brogan
pointed at the ancient armor which stood in the corner. It was one of the treasures that they’d protected and kept for so many years. It was a piece of their past, and sometimes Flynn couldn’t help but be jealous.

“I only wish…”

Cutting him off, Jolie offered him some reassurance. “We can’t give you that past, Flynn,” she offered, pulling on her clothes, “but if you like, we can tell you about it. That armor and the memories matter to us.”

“I want them to be important to me too. I want to feel like I belong
with you both.”

Her heart ached as she glanced over at her other mate. When he nodded, she held out her hand to him. “Want t
o hear the story behind it?”

He took the offering, letting her
give him that little snippet of their existence. “Yeah, can I?”

Jacques was more than willing to share their past with
the man who was part of their future. They were a family, and he wanted them to be happy for as long as they would live.

“I’d love to tell you,” he
admitted.

Sitting on the couch, she leaned against him. “Come sit with us, Flynn,” she offered, patting the leather beside her. “I think you may like this story.”

He took his place beside them as he stared at the old metal and chain mesh that had once been his friend’s. His eyes scanned the scarred armor. On the breast plate was a crest and Jacques’s initials.

Maybe he was a romantic, but the idea of fighting for
Jolie’s love in some old world court had lure.

“Those are my feelings,” Jacques added, sensing his emotions. “While Jolie may be my mate now, back then she wasn’t. We were trying to fit into the human world and go unnoticed
among them. There were days that I hated every second of it, and ones where I wouldn’t change a single thing. Fighting for her honor at court was my privilege,” he admitted.

Jolie ran her fingers across his leg. “You did it well
, my love. There was no other warrior as fierce as you.”

He grinned, his fangs still peeking out
from behind his lips. “I had the advantage, since the other knights were human. They were weaker and didn't stand a chance.”

Flynn
lowered his head to her lap, and the gentle ministrations of her fingers through his hair relaxed him. “I want to hear all about it.”

Jolie
leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. “Then, my love, you shall.”

                                          *    *    *

Paris,
France