Play With Me (Pleasure Playground) (17 page)

Chase bristled at the words Murphy uttered. “Like hell you are.”

“Do you have any idea what your behavior tonight did to her? It’s going to take a hell of a lot of maneuvering on my part to even convince her to let me stay in her life. You are a fucking prick.”

Chase winced at Murphy’s not incorrect assessment.

“I finally get it, okay? You don’t want to have a relationship that includes both of us with her. Fine. Have it your way. But I’m keeping her, so you’d better get used to it.”

Chase shoved his chair away from the table and stood. Anger fired his blood, and jealousy drove him insane. “No.”

“Fuck you, Chase. You aren’t the boss this time. You relinquished that right about six hours ago in a fucking public park.” Murphy moved forward, fists clenched at his side.

“This isn’t about you.”

“The hell it’s not. It’s about you, it’s about me, and it’s about Eve. The woman we broke tonight deserved so much better than you gave her.”

Red-hot rage burst free in Chase’s head. He swung his fist and connected with Murphy’s jaw. Pain exploded in his hand, and Murphy’s head swung back. Chase welcomed the pain, the torn skin on his fists, and the anger he saw reflected in Murphy’s eyes.

“You son of a bitch.” Murphy charged him, grabbing him at the waist and driving him back into the wall. Dishes rattled and crashed from the counter to the floor, and still Chase saw nothing but the thick haze of jealousy. He couldn’t simply give Eve to Murphy. It would eat him alive to be left out.

“What the hell?” Eve stepped into the room. “Murphy, Chase, what the hell are you doing to my kitchen?”

Murphy froze on top of him, fist poised in midair. Eve ran toward them.

“Stop!” they yelled in unison.

She halted her progress but continued to glare.

“There’s glass, baby. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Murphy’s tone changed instantly with Eve. Protective.

“Me? Are you kidding? You don’t want me hurt, but it’s okay to pummel each other?” She backed out of the room and disappeared around the corner.

Murphy turned back to him, anger and hurt still etched in his features. Before either of them spoke, Eve sauntered back into the kitchen with a pair of slippers on her feet and a broom in her hand.

“Are you two done breaking my things?” Resignation had settled in her voice, and it tore at Chase’s gut. He’d done this to her.

He jumped from the floor and lunged for the broom. “Let me.”

She yanked it out of his grasp. “Haven’t you done enough tonight?” She swept at the glass and porcelain shards scattered across the floor.

“I fucked up.”

Her sweeping halted, but she kept her head down and eyes averted. At least he had her attention.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t expect—” Fuck. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t lie to her now.

“Don’t bother, Chase. You told me from the beginning this was a bad idea. It was a job. One I agreed to do and then be done. We both knew it would lead to sex. Just leave it at that.”

Chase grabbed her and hauled her against him. “Sex. You think this was just about getting laid?” He tightened his fingers around her arms like tight bands. The need to hold her still and make her listen was all that mattered. “I knew the minute you walked by me the very first time with your fuck-me shoes and feminine swagger that you’d mean more than someone to fuck. Your scent alone had the power to send me to my office to jack off every damn day. I've been falling for you ever since.”

She struggled against his hold. He clamped tighter. He wasn’t letting her go. Not now that his heart was on the line. “But, baby, I see the way you look at us both and I’ve been down that road before, and you don’t want to go there. Trust me.”

“Why? Because that’s what happened to you the last time?”

Her words shocked him to his core. Of course, Murphy told her. He’d undermined this relationship from the get-go. “Yes.” He had nothing more to offer on that subject.

“So, you’re scared. Big deal.”

The fire in her eyes singed his pride. “Not scared. Realistic. There’s a difference.”

“Whatever.”

Chase roughly released her, and Eve stumbled back a few steps. “Easy for you to say, I guess. You’re not the one who spent a year wondering what had gone wrong. Why out of the blue the woman we cared about turned into a jealous psycho hell bent on ruining everything about us. A fucking year where I used women like she'd used us." 

“What!” she shrieked. “Easy?” She took two steps and stopped with only a few inches between them. “You think what happened tonight was easy? I gave you and Murphy something I never thought I’d give to anyone. Not after the shit I’ve been through.” She poked him in his chest.

He grabbed her finger and walked her backward until her butt hit the edge of the table he’d spent the night sitting at. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Tell you the truth?”

“Don’t push me.” A fierce need already grabbed him by the balls, urging him to take what he wanted and fuck the consequences. He needed her at that moment as much as he needed his next breath.

“Maybe I wasn’t the only one who needed to be pushed. But we both have to give up the pain of the past or this has to end now.” The warmth of her breath caressed the front of his face. Sweet Lord, this woman would be his undoing.

“I won’t let you go.” If he took her now, it would seal their fate. There’d be no turning back. He closed his eyes. "I can't let you go."

“Thank you, Sir.”

Her shocking acceptance broke him. Logic be damned.

Chase grabbed her wrists and brought her arms behind her. With both of her hands at the small of her back, he wrapped one of his much larger hands around them both and clasped them together. His dominant need to overpower her made things a little rough, but the hot gleam in her gaze indicated her appreciation. She loved to be restrained.

He pushed his thigh between her legs and pressed against her sex. The flimsy T-shirt she’d worn to sleep in did little to hide the heat building between her legs. Chase leaned over her, pressing her back close to the table.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh God, yes. Please.”

The husky whisper fueled his intent. He loved hearing her breathless.

He made quick work of unfastening his pants and shoving them past his hips. He pushed the fabric of her shirt out of his way and reveled in the sight of her swollen and juicy cunt. The proof of how much she wanted him glistened across her silky, bare folds. With a tight fist around the hard length of his cock, he thrust to the hilt, forcing his way inside her tight channel. Nothing soft or easy this time. He had to take. Claim. Conquer.

His savage in-and-out rhythm began before she even had a chance to take a breath. Blind need drove his movements despite the flood of emotions he felt for this woman. He had no intention of hurting her, only giving them both what they truly needed.

“You belong to me too,” he growled.

“Yes. Oh yes, Master,” she moaned. Her cries of pleasure grew louder every time he yanked on her wrists to tighten his hold.

“Take it,” he grated, the civil veneer long gone. “You are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to punish as I see fit. And mine to share.”

“Oohh,” she moaned louder.

His dick swelled. Everything about her was so perfect. The sheen of perspiration glistening on her skin, the lush curves of her body so soft under his hands. He couldn’t lose her.

“Oh God, Chase,” she cried. The vise grip of her channel on his dick told him just how close she was to the edge.

“I will fuck this pussy whenever and wherever I want.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” She screamed in surrender as the release hammered through her. She arched under him, her muscles pulling at his dick.

Still, he fucked her harder. “I love you like this, Eve. So wet and needy. Coming all over my dick.” Her eyes grew wide while he watched her tumble into another soul-gripping orgasm that pulled him under as well.

He impaled her one last time in an urgent and powerful thrust, losing himself inside her.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, pressing his forehead to the sweet curve of her neck. He lifted her slightly and released her arms. In a slow, languid move she eased her arms to her sides. She’d be sore later, but it’d been worth it. He’d needed to push hard, and she’d not only accepted it, but reveled in it. Now he needed more.

“Eve?” He lifted his head so he could watch her eyes. See her reaction to his words.

“Yes, Chase?” The sweet smile delivered with the question tumbled his stomach. He wanted to wake up to that every morning from here on out.

“Come home with us.”

Eve checked her appearance in the dressing-room mirror one more time. Today’s shoot had been long and grueling, in more ways than one.

She’d spent the last few days and nights ensconced in Chase and Murphy’s condo, barely able to get out of bed. Their sexual appetites never gave her a moment’s peace, and she’d loved every second of it. The few times they’d had to leave the bedroom long enough to take care of work-related issues, they’d tied or bound her in a manner that left her little to do but wait for them to return. Surprisingly, she’d actually enjoyed the freedom that had given her.

With no responsibilities beyond her training, she’d had plenty of time to contemplate the changes in her life. She’d fallen hard and fast for two men, and despite the emotions and desire involved, she had needed that time to come to terms with not only their expectations but hers as well.

It warmed her through to know that her masters understood this. They’d shared with her their pain from their last shared relationship, and she’d opened up about the fucked-up relationship between her stepdad and her mother that had colored her view of relationships from the get-go.

Today she’d returned to work. As much as she’d enjoyed the modeling, it wasn’t what she wanted to do full-time. They’d agreed that her talents were more useful to them in other ways, plus they’d gotten greedy over whom they allowed to see her pictures. The pictures they’d taken in the park had been unbelievable.

Chase’s talent captured every moment of her breaking down exquisitely, and she’d agreed with them that they were far too personal to share with the world. Save for a few.

One of the shots of Murphy with a knife at her throat had been so good, she’d encouraged Chase to use it in an upcoming show she’d decided to host for them.

When Chase had pointed out how close her building was to the arts district and many of the local art galleries, she’d gotten an immediate idea. Why not renovate the building using her signature shabby chic style and create a gallery and a studio on the first floor, some hand picked complimentary businesses on the second, and a few select and very expensive living apartments on the third?

All of which had led to today’s photo shoot. Chase had suggested the place needed to include pinup artwork, an idea she’d embraced. Until he’d insisted she be the focus. Old insecurities flared their ugly heads, something she’d spent the last eight hours tamping down.

Murphy had hired an assistant for the day to take care of the clothing and makeup, and even brought in Jennifer as a second model. Eve stood transfixed in front of the mirror. Even after seeing herself made-up several times now, she was still amazed by the transformation. She really did look like a ‘50s pinup girl.

Her hair had been pinned into a sleek and slightly poofy old-fashioned do, and her makeup applied thick and colorful. Eve rubbed her hands down the fine bones of the striped and fringed corset. She’d fallen in love with it at first sight and already planned to buy one as soon as she got to her computer.

The long pencil skirt seemed demure, but atop black fishnet stockings and patent leather platform heels, it screamed sexy kitten. To top off the look, they’d applied temporary tattoo sleeves to both her arms. She’d always been curious about ink, and she liked the edgy look it added to the ensemble. So much so that she considered asking Chase and Murphy if she could get a real tattoo.

“They’re asking for you, darlin’.” Jennifer walked into the room and collapsed into the makeup chair. “I’m beat.”

Eve didn’t blame her. They’d both been here since early this morning, and Chase and Murphy had used them well. After today she figured they must have gone easy on her before.

“The pictures are going to be awesome, though. I can’t wait to see the new gallery.” Jennifer reached for her stilettos and removed them. Immediately she began massaging her feet.

“It’s still going to be a while. We’ve barely begun the design stage. Next week I have to start interviewing contractors.”

“Ooh, hunky guys in work boots. Can I come watch?”

Eve laughed. “Like you need any more men clamoring after you. You probably have to beat them off.”

A flash of sadness clouded Jennifer’s eyes for a split second before she grinned back. “You’d be surprised. You’d better get out there before they come looking for you. Those two men do
not
like to be kept waiting.” Jennifer winked.

“Yeah, I’m beginning to learn that. I’ll talk to you later.” Eve left the dressing room with an odd twinge in her stomach. For a second there she could have sworn Jennifer looked…unhappy.