Make Me (31 page)

“Give me your hands.” Rebecca took Kyle’s wrists and linked them at Manny’s ankle. She used his belt to secure them there. “Too tight?”

Kyle snickered. “Don’t go soft on me now, Sinclair.”

Rebecca smiled. “No worries, Kyle. It’s those brainy chicks who you’ve got to watch out for, remember?”

Almost absently now, Manny kept up long strokes of his rigid staff, purple with arousal, as he watched her tether Kyle to him. “You are so full of surprises, Rebecca.”

Kyle turned to her with a still-playful smirk. “And, Manny usually hates surprises.”

“Maybe the idea is starting to hold some appeal,” Manny said.

She smiled at him and reached for the other belt, looping the leather around Kyle’s neck by sliding it through the silver buckle. She handed the end to Manny, and he wrapped it around his palm, the veins evident in his tawny forearm.

Suddenly Kyle seemed rendered speechless.

The mere sight of them like this was enough to bring a soft moan to Rebecca’s lips as the tension in her womb grew. She leaned closer, landing a gentle kiss to Kyle’s temple as she secured his discarded tie around his eyes. She spoke slowly, enjoying every second of the scene she directed. “Who do you belong to, Kyle?”

The question resonated in the room. “He knows,” Kyle said. “Don’t you?”

Manny raised his eyebrow.

“Show him.”

“What about you, honey? When do I get to show you?”

“Soon, but I need this first. We need this. Now open your mouth, Kyle,” she said, taking hold of Manny’s shaft. “Wider.”

“You heard her, Hunter. Open that pretty mouth of yours,” Manny said wickedly and tugged on the strap.

“No, Manny. This time I’m the one making everything happen so you’re not allowed to pull on that.” She looked up into Manny’s confused eyes. “I want you to resist the urge to punish him. After everything we’ve been through, I know a part of you wants to. But, even though you hold the power in your hand, you’re going to let me be the one to wield it.”

“Oh fuck. That is so beautifully twisted. I love it,” Kyle said in a gravelly voice. Mouth wide, tongue laid flat, he tilted his head up slightly and waited.

Rebecca took a breath, steadying herself within the whirling desire that was overtaking every inch of her body. In her hand, Manny’s cock seeped with a crystalline drop of precum. She dragged the tip slowly over Kyle’s tongue, her eyes widening at the sight. A long, thin stretch of his sticky desire remained, and it was too much to resist. She swiped her own tongue across the tip for a taste. She tightened her fingers around Manny’s shaft, and a moan eased from his lips above her.

“More,” Kyle croaked out.

Manny thrust his hips forward, but Rebecca held his cock away from Kyle’s mouth.

“No. Let me.” Rebecca dragged his cock head against Kyle’s tongue again. She wove her fingers into Kyle’s hair and pressed him forward slowly, until Kyle’s lips met Rebecca’s fist at the base of Manny’s shaft.

There were no delusions. Rebecca was far from a dominatrix. Whether or not she’d ever want to take their pleasure and power in her hands again, she wasn’t sure, but at that moment it felt as though there wasn’t anything more important. This was her chance to prove to them—and more importantly to herself—that she was completely invested and in charge of her choices. She wasn’t a victim of circumstance, blindly flying through the air awaiting a pitiful fall. She wasn’t overwhelmed by their seduction, she was a driving force within it and proud.

She seated Manny’s cock into Kyle’s mouth, watching, in awe of the beautiful sight. And she promised herself always to remember that her part in that beauty was nothing to be ashamed of.

Manny tightened his grip on the belt around Kyle’s neck, but he restrained his arm from any movement, controlling his instincts and letting Rebecca take the lead. The exercise of willpower alone was intoxicating. He resisted the urge to jerk on that belt and bury himself to Kyle’s tonsils the way that insidious voice of insecurity wanted him to.

In some primal way, he did want to punish Kyle, to humiliate him and make him hurt for how much pain he’d caused. Holding that belt still, when he could easily succumb to those dark urges, felt like forgiveness—not just words of absolution, but like his soul could allow Kyle deeper into his heart than he’d ever been before.

He felt a warmth wash over him, warmer with every minute, as he fought the demon inside, the one that doubted he’d ever really be happy. That demon faded further away every minute he let Rebecca take control of his pleasure.

He watched her feed Kyle his cock, an erotic haze draped over her delicate features. Fuck, she was amazing. He reached down to her face, and she looked up at him, releasing his cock and dipping her index finger into her mouth. She lifted her lips just slightly in the corners as she pressed Kyle’s head forward onto his cock again and eased her finger into Manny’s ass.

Manny moaned as she entered him. So good. So smooth. His eyes rolled back, and his body went limp. Kyle sucked him hard, greedily, as her finger took on a steady pace. Then she pulled Kyle’s head back, and he lapped at the air blindly, seeking Manny’s return. Rebecca surprised Kyle with a lick at his tongue, and his mouth melted into a wicked grin.

Kyle’s voice cut the air. “You always had it in you, baby. We just needed to help you let the wild streak free.”

She grinned, though Kyle couldn’t see her. “I could say that you make me this way, but that wouldn’t be completely true.”

She kissed Kyle again, deeply this time. Manny didn’t think he’d seen them kiss with such deep truth before. They parted and she held his face, her breathing hitched.

Kyle swallowed hard. “You understand us so well, it’s fucking scary.”

Rebecca nodded. “I know what you’re saying, Kyle…and it scares me too, but I’m working on that.”

“I can’t even fucking put it into words what it means to me that you two would give me another chance. It’s not just because you helped me fix what was broken between Manny and me. It’s like I need you to make my days feel complete.”

That solemn look in his eyes bored into Manny’s soul. The emotion between the two of them ballooned inside his heart. He swelled with joy, just knowing that their feelings were so strong. It felt like it might blow him to bits.

“Untie him,” Manny said, pulling the belt loose from Kyle’s neck. He tugged his friend to his feet and grabbed a handful of his ass, pressing him close. Their cocks rubbed against each other, and Manny rocked his hips as he found Kyle’s mouth in an adoring caress. Then he grinned against his lips, casting a sideways glance in Rebecca’s direction and pulling her close too. “What are we going to do with her?”

Kyle turned toward Rebecca, wetting his lips. “We’re going to turn her inside out.”

Rebecca sucked in a sharp breath. Manny relished the way her hand wandered under her skirt. He and Kyle were on her then, pulling those impeding clothes away. He lifted her easily, cupping her ass in his hands. He pressed his cock into her, so wet and ready for him.

“Oh baby, I know you’re on the pill, but please tell me you’ve been tested.”

“Not since last year. But, I’ve never been unsafe. Not once.”

“Testing is mandatory in the Corps,” Manny said, feeling his balls tighten with the idea of her hot, wet pussy surrounding his bare flesh. “Let us feel you, baby.”

She rolled her hips, dragging her wetness over his shaft, driving him insane. “Come and get it.”

Fucking vixen. Kyle was so right about that wild streak.

“Hold on tight,” he said, trying to warn her, because there was a feral beast clawing its way out of him and all it wanted to do was fuck.

Manny raised her up and rushed her down onto his cock. The noise she made as he seated himself inside her, balls deep, was nearly as erotic as the feeling itself. She was so damned hot. It felt as though she were searing his flesh with sensation. He raised her up again, catching his breath and willing himself to last longer than two strokes.

Kyle slipped behind her, snaking his hand between her legs, grazing Manny’s balls in the process.

“You ready for both of us, baby?”

Rebecca’s voice was huskier than he’d ever heard it when she answered. “Do I feel ready, Kyle?”

He hissed the answer. “Yes…so wet.”

Manny felt Kyle’s cock rub against his. Those slippery passes of warm, steely flesh made his heart thunder in his chest.

Kyle pulled Rebecca’s hair to the side and nipped her neck. “Who do you belong to, Rebecca?”

A thick moan escaped her, and Manny knew Kyle had entered her. Manny growled and pressed her back onto his cock, sliding past Kyle’s as he withdrew.

“Oh, God. You. I belong to you and Manny!”

“Fuck yeah, you do!” Kyle growled.

Manny recognized the crazed look in his eye, that look that made his stomach twist with need when it was leveled at him. Rebecca squeezed her legs around Manny’s waist as she panted in time with Kyle’s thrusts. Manny took her mouth and crowded his cock inside the impossible tightness that was her overfilled cunt. She shuddered against him, her eyes open, alert.

“All yours,” she said, with a chopped rush of breath.

Manny pumped into her faster, as fast as he could take it without busting. She cried out, her voice fluttering like a bird, higher and higher. He didn’t stop. Kyle didn’t stop. This would end with her falling to pieces in their arms.

But the grip of her orgasm made Manny’s knees weak. He stumbled back to the dresser, crashing into it and knocking over the lamp, leaving Kyle to jerk himself to release.

“You left me hanging? Oh, you’re going to pay for that.” Kyle said, half-laughing.

Rebecca
was
laughing, guffawing actually. Manny kissed her, and she still sputtered against his lips.

“I’m sorry,” she snorted, breathing through her giggles.

“Woman, you almost crippled me,” Manny said, burying his nose in her neck and muffling his own chuckles. He mused over how comfortable she made him, never worrying about looking like an ass. He reached out to Kyle, who joined them in a very sticky three-way hug.

“Help me make it up to him?” Manny asked.

She smiled. “Until we all pass out.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Rebecca kissed Manny good-bye as the elevator car announced its arrival with a cheery ding. It was a quick peck on the lips, the kind of kiss that took for granted there’d be a thousand more just like it in the future. Over the past few weeks back in Manhattan, cramped as they were, Rebecca had become convinced that this was real and was going to last.

The elevator took Manny down, and Rebecca awaited the other car to take her up to the solarium.

Wilson’s door opened. “Hey, Becca. How’ve you been? Long time no speak.” His smile thinned a bit.

Rebecca suppressed a sigh. Every time she used the elevator there was a chance of running into him. “Hi, Wil. I’m good.”

“Really? I’ve been following the senate race. Dirty stuff to be mixed up in.” He frowned a bit. “That’s why I’ve been calling. I’ve been worried about you.”

Rebecca shifted her weight. They’d only been out twice, nearly six months ago. Two measly dates and somehow she got the feeling Wilson had it in his mind that there was still a chance for them. She’d put off this conversation for long enough. It was now or never.

“Listen, Wilson, it’s not that I don’t appreciate your concern. I do. But I’m with Manny and Kyle. We’re together, and we’re doing great. You don’t need to worry.”

“I’m your friend, aren’t I?”

“Well, yes. We’re friends, but that’s all. OK?”

Wilson pinched his wrinkled collar and rubbed it between his fingers. Rebecca thought he looked uncharacteristically disheveled. He sighed. “I’m not dense. I get it.”

“We’re good then?”

Wil paused, leaned against his open doorframe and pursed his lips. “Good enough to accept the autographed copy of a certain corporate legend’s autobiography? I had her personalize it and everything.” He added a tilt of his head. “Ms. Universal Brands herself had a meeting at the firm last week, and I thought of you.”

Rebecca smiled graciously. “Um, wow, that was really sweet, Wil. You didn’t have to.”

“You said we were friends, right? Come on in for a sec. I’ll get it for you.”

Rebecca hesitated, registering his twitchy smirk. “Um, I don’t want to interrupt your evening.”

“No interruption, come on.” He grabbed her wrist and tugged her into the narrow vestibule leading into his apartment. Rebecca heard the heavy door slam shut before she could protest.

“Wilson, what the hell?” she asked, rubbing her wrist. “That hurt.”

He swiped the book off of the bookcase, opened it, and read, “To Rebecca. May you get exactly what you deserve.” He closed in on her, and she backed up against the door. “I’ve got to say, Rebecca. After your little tawdry affair with the two jarheads was exposed, I thought for sure you would come to your senses.”

“You’re scaring me, Wilson…”

“What? I thought you liked the tough guy act. You certainly didn’t seem to care that we have lots in common—similar interests and compatible intelligence.”

Compatible intelligence? What a weasel. Rebecca tried not to laugh in his face. She was one hundred percent certain it wouldn’t help her cause. “Wil, let me out of here or I’ll scream,” she said and meant it.

“Why did you even go out with me those two times?” The hurt in his unfocused eyes seemed real. The white residue she could now see in his left nostril was hard to mistake. Coked out in a jealous rage was definitely not a good look.

“I…I was new in Manhattan,” she stammered. “I thought you were nice.”

The truth was she’d thought Wil was bland and shallow like a puddle you could see your reflection in—someone she’d never fall for in a million years. In short, she’d thought he was safe. Rebecca frantically turned the knob behind her back. He was pressed so close to her she had no room to budge the door open. How wrong she’d been.

His expression bore the kind of drug-induced vacancy that couldn’t be read. He squinted, looking as though he struggled to concentrate on the here and now. “I thought you were the perfect woman for me. It’s…it’s not easy to find the right person…I don’t date a whole lot.”