Sweetest Salvation (4 page)

“That’s it, honey. Yes, rub
that pussy,” Nolan ordered Paige. He stroked his cock up and down Andy’s slit.

Andy’s fingers moved in
tandem with Paige as she fondled her own clit. It had never been so swollen or
ached in so long. She had left her own needs too long. The need for a hard and
fast release fueled her. She could think of little else.

 
“Fuck, I have to get inside you. Now,” Nolan
roared as he entered her.

Andy screamed and both hands
clenched the bed sheets as he pushed inside her. He settled deep and paused.
“You okay?” he questioned.

“Yes, yes, just fuck me,
please,” Andy growled.

He pulled back,
then
pushed roughly inside her again. She was tight
probably. Her muscles compressed around his cock as they tried to relax enough
to let him move in and out.
 
The months
with no sex had made her snug.

She widened her stance again
and relaxed her hips. Nolan’s cock moved in and out of her, the walls of her
pussy thrummed and pulsed with each stroke. As he pumped in easier, she closed
her eyes and drowned in the sensations.

“Fuck, you look good moving
in and out of her, babe,” Paige whispered, desire clear in her voice.

Andy couldn’t agree more.
Though she was unable to see him, it felt like heaven.

She shook herself from her
thoughts and pushed some of the amazing pleasure aside. She knew what she
needed. What she deserved.

“Harder. Sir, make it hurt,”
she ordered.

Nolan’s hips pumped faster.
She moaned deep, still wanting more. He smacked her ass. Her pussy clamped down
and pulled his cock in deeper.

He moaned, “Fuck, yes. Christ
that’s amazing.”

Andy looked at him over her
shoulder.
“More, deeper.
Spank me harder. Give me
pain.”

“Andy,” Paige
began,
hesitation in her voice.

“No. Do it, sir, please,” Andy
begged.

Months of guilt and agony had
overwhelmed her. It was nothing that she didn’t deserve, but she needed to feel
some of the hurt she’d brought into others' lives. She shouldn’t be free of the
anguish that she’d caused. And this was the only way she knew how to be
punished.

Nolan’s hips
pistoned
against her ass. He pounded her pussy, slapping
her cheek as he went deep.

Andy lowered her hand to her
clit again. Her fingers swirled the swollen nub and clenched the bed sheet in
her other hand.

“Yes, more. Give it harder.”
The roles of who was Dominant and submissive forgotten. She just needed him to
be ruthless with her.

Nolan groaned and grew
thicker inside her. The edge drew close and Andy tightened her inner muscles.

“Damn it, I won’t last if you
keep doing that,” Nolan growled.

His cocked pounded in and out
of her and their deep gusts of breath filled the air around them. Andy looked
at Paige, watched as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy. It was
beautiful. But she couldn’t allow herself to be caught up in Paige. She needed
to concentrate on Nolan fucking her.

Her fingers left her clit as
she shifted her stance more firmly onto her left leg and lifted her right one
onto the bed.

Nolan moved with the change
in position, and shouted, “Christ!”

Andy felt him deeper than
ever, thankful that it brought him in closer. He clenched her hips tight and
pushed his cock in higher and deeper.

“Fuck me, yes. I need it to
hurt,” Andy begged. Desperation clawed at her as she straightened her back just
a bit more.

Hands tight at her waist,
Nolan steered her hips as they dropped onto his cock while he pushed higher.
She felt as if she sat on top of him, riding him, except not facing him.

His strong hands maneuvered,
pulling her hips down as he pushed up.

White light suddenly filled
her vision, catching her off-guard. She gasped. “Christ, I’m coming soon.
Almost there.
Please, more.”

Nolan curled over her back,
thrusting deeper into her as she came down onto his cock.

“I can’t hold back much
longer,” Nolan moaned.

Andy lowered her right hand
to her clit and pinched it. She cried out and rolled her hips faster. The drive
to the edge of the cliff approached fast. She wanted to hold back but didn’t
deserve such pleasure. Not without pain.

She wanted Nolan to spank
her, slap her pussy with his fingers, she didn’t care. But she needed the pain.

She pinched her clit harder,
her pussy tightened on his cock and she shuddered. It took over and she was
helpless to stave off the release she so desperately ached for.

“She’s close, Paige. Baby,
come with us,” Nolan cried out to his wife.

“Yes, love. I feel as if
you’re fucking me.
Mmm
,” Paige moaned.

Andy heard their voices, but
slipped into
her own
world.
 
Patrick and Peter’s faces swam in front of
her.

She closed her eyes tight,
tears filling them. No, she couldn’t think of them at a time like this. She
deserved no happiness. They had no place here. She just wanted to be fuck, and
without emotion.

“Deeper. Faster,” Andy
commanded.

Nolan let go of her hips and
cupped his hands around her shoulders as he pumped harder and faster inside
her.

Yes! This was what she
wanted.

In the position she was in,
she was surprised he didn’t snap her in two. Her back arched as her hips rode
his. Her right leg ached at its angle, but she didn’t care. She had the pain
with the pleasure.

Nolan lowered his left hand
and grabbed her nipple. He pulled until it distended as far as possible. She
cried out as pain washed through her.

Releasing her, he grabbed her
right leg, lowered it to the floor and pushed her completely face down over the
edge of the bed.

Unable to move, Andy
shivered. Her pleasure soared, as if she were held captive.

Nolan’s cock pushed into her,
hard and fast. The strength of his hips gave her everything she wanted as he
thrust deep.

She turned her head to the
right. Her gaze connected with Paige’s blue eyes and saw nothing but lust and
pleasure. Her gaze dropped to Paige’s pussy as she fingered herself, the juices
visible.

“Fuck, I’m
gonna
come,” Nolan growled.

Andy watched Paige fuck
herself as Nolan pumped harder. The rush of pleasure pushed her toward release.

“Spank me,” Andy mumbled into
the bedding, unsure if Nolan could hear her.

As his palm hit her cheek,
she shouted and her fingers clenched tight against the mattress. Her hands
curled into fists and she pounded the bed.

“More,
dammit
.
It doesn’t hurt enough,” Andy
demanded vehemently.

Nolan’s hips
pistoned
faster as he hit her ass over and over. She felt
him grow in width inside her and moaned.

“Harder. Make my ass red,” Andy
cried as her release crashed over her.

Nolan’s hand came down once
more as he thrust deep. He squeezed the skin of her ass so tight Andy’s eyes
filled with tears. She exploded with a long, guttural shout and stars filled
her vision.

At a distance, she heard
Paige and Nolan find their simultaneous release. Nolan drove inside her as her
muscles squeezed over and over.
 
He let
go of her skin and petted her ass cheek.

Andy buried her head in the
bedding and fought to keep her tears at bay.

As her pulse slowed and heart
rate decreased, Nolan pulled from her body.

Exhaustion clawed at her.
Boneless, she lowered herself onto her knees at the end of the bed and laid her
head on the mattress. Closing her eyes, she waited for her breathing to slow.

She felt a hand on her
shoulder and opened her eyes. Paige, wrapped in a robe, knelt beside her, a wet
cloth in her hand. “Here, to clean up,” she said softly.

Andy smiled in thanks and
took the cloth. She pushed herself up to the edge of the bed and cleaned
herself, then threw the cloth into the tiny pedestal sink in another corner.
Staff would come in later and deal with the dirty linens. She was grateful for
it since she didn’t think she could handle doing it right now.

Nolan walked up beside her
and laid her clothing on the bed. Seeing that he was fully dressed, Andy had to
wonder how long she’d sat on the floor. It must have been for a good few
minutes if they had time to clean up and get dressed.

Andy smiled a little at him,
and whispered, “Thank you.”

She stood on shaky legs and
put her clothes on. Once dressed, she straightened on her heels and walked down
the stairs. There was no need to make small talk. She’d probably never see them
again.

She looked back at Paige.

The other woman smiled
gently. “If you ever need anything, Andy, the club has our number.”

Uncertain what to say, Andy
turned away and grabbed the remote from the table. She pushed the “close”
button and the glass slid together. She hit the “curtain” button and the red
velvet shut her away in the room by herself.

She dropped the remote onto
the couch, and straightened her clothing. Going without underwear was something
for her to get used to, especially in such a short skirt, but she was just heading
home. Her ass still stung as the skirt rubbed against it with every move she
made.

With a last look around the
room, Andy smiled gently, thinking about all the other times she’d spent in
this room with Patrick. The stings of pain she’d just experienced would have to
be enough for her.

She had no plans to return.
The notion niggled in the back of her mind that there were other avenues at the
club she could explore, and more pain left for her to feel. There was plenty of
time to consider her options, she supposed.

With a sigh, she walked to
the door, turned the doorknob and pulled. Head down, she exited the room only
to hit a hard wall.

She looked up, taken aback.

Her gaze swept up a white
t-shirt covering a rock hard wall of muscle clearly defined beneath.

When she met the stormy,
angry eyes of Hunter Sullivan, she gasped.

That he’d found out she was
there made her nervous and agitated her. She wanted to avoid him at all costs.

His presence brought forth
too much—guilt, fear, anger over his demands and orders these last few months.

The sight of him reminded her
of the days on the beach with him, Patrick and Peter.
The
weekends he would drop in unannounced and crowd into their lives.

But he’d been a part of the
family then.

Now, she was ashamed to see
him. He made her feel unworthy and a reminder of what she’d done. Not that she
really needed it.

His jaw clenched and his gaze
narrowed on her. She could almost see smoke coming out of his ears and knew
he’d reached his limit with her.

For months, she’d avoided
him, which no doubt pissed him off even further. But she couldn’t look at him.
Her shame was enough without seeing accusations in his gaze.

His nostrils flared. She drew
in a deep breath.

Desperate to get away from him,
she lifted her hands and gave his chest a hard shove.

When he staggered back, she charged
down the hallway as fast as she could.

She deserved his anger and
hatred. Every horrible opinion he had of her was justified. Hell, she thought
the same things about herself.

Andy pushed her way through
the front entrance and raised her hand to catch the attention of a cab,
desperate to get away.

She couldn’t see her own
thoughts mirrored in his eyes.

There was no forgiveness for
her. Not even from
herself
.

And especially
not from Hunter.

He would never forgive her
for killing his best friend and his godson.

Chapter Three

Andy sat on the cushioned
seat of the bay window in her bedroom. Pillows surrounded her as she gazed out
into the backyard of the two-story home she’d lived in throughout her
eight-year marriage.

She and Patrick had looked at
dozens of houses before finding this one. The hardwood floors, three bedrooms,
office and spacious kitchen had captured their attention immediately. But the
backyard had clinched the deal.

They’d spent many hours
working in the garden. Though they only lived about fifteen minutes from the
city, they’d planted vegetables on one side and a fair-sized section of roses
on the other. Patrick would bring her a long-stemmed rose every day when they
were in bloom, and took some to his mother who lived about ten minutes from
them. His secretary at the computer software company where he’d worked had been
often thrilled when he’d given her an armful just for putting up with him.