Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) (6 page)

"The one with Alex?"

Bitch.
"No. The one after that. When I tied you
naked and spread-eagled between those posts."

"And threatened to leave me there."

"You always come easier when you're afraid of
something." I bit down on her neck and left a mark sure to be seen for
days.

She groaned and squirmed. Her skin flushed hot and her pussy
dripped as it tightened around my cock. "Damn it, Will. What are you doing
to me?"

"Making you come again."

She gasped and curled under me, and I realized fucking a
woman's mind was just as important as fucking her body.

I licked her bruised neck and whispered in her ear.
"Three."

"No, that's four."

My mind was as fucked as hers. Four orgasms. Pretty
impressive, so I decided to make number five about me. I grabbed her hair and
yanked her upright. "Ride me, woman."

She cursed and freed her tangled hair from my fingers as I
climbed into the truck and lay on my back. I shoved my pants down to my knees,
and my cock jumped up and begged for her.

Talia laughed. "Missed me that much, huh?"

"No."

She grabbed my stiff dick and rubbed it against her hot
clit. Horny little slut knew how to tease. But I let her play, watching her
through half-closed eyes as she leaned down and licked the swollen head.
Yeah,
I missed you.
She licked circles around my shaft, and I pulled her hair
back to watch her swallow it as deep as she could go. Flames teased my balls,
leaping up along my erection, and threatening to ignite the whole damn thing.

"Fuck me, slut."

"When I'm damn good and ready." She trapped my
cock between her breasts and nibbled my pounding chest. "Should I leave a
mark?"

"You already have."

Confusion flickered in her eyes as I pulled her up for a
kiss, shoving my tongue in her mouth before she could ask for an explanation.
The only answers I had led to more questions.

She spread her legs across my hips and mounted me while we
kissed. Her pussy tightened as I slid my hands up her thighs to her ass,
guiding her movements and then letting her take control. She sat up and thrust
down on me, nearly shooting my eyeballs through the top of my head.

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched her clit drag
up and down my cock. Her pink pussy swallowed me whole then spit me out only to
devour me again and again.

Then she slipped on the way down and my wet cock slid between
her ass cheeks. "Ooo...." She squirmed, spreading her juices around
her tight hole. I pressed my cock in just a little way, and she shivered, then
grabbed my hand and guided my fingers into her pussy. Her gaze fixed on mine.
"This is for you."

I watched her eyes roll back in her head as she bore down on
my cock with her ass, sucking it into that hot, tight space. "Relax,
darlin'."

She flexed, but I didn't move except to brush my thumb over
her clit. "Oh!" And then she rode my hand and my cock, slow but steady,
hotter and tighter with each dark plunge. "I've never done this with
anyone else. Only you. Do you want to know why?"

She wants to have this conversation now?
"Why?"

Talia shook her head. "You're the only one who can take
me here."

That made no sense, but my brain wasn't exactly functioning
at premium efficiency.

"Only you, Will. You can... oh God...."

"If you wanna talk about this, babe, you better make it
quick." Stars exploded behind my eyes and the truck spun. Waves battered
my body, and I hung onto Talia as moonlight dazzled me. I watched her convulse
on top of me, saw her scream, but I couldn't hear anything over the roaring in
my ears.

She rolled off me, but I wouldn't let go, holding her close
while her ragged breath warmed my chest, calming my racing heart. My brain
wanted to come back to life, but I wouldn't let it. Not just yet. Reality could
have tomorrow. I needed to hold onto this fantasy for tonight.

Talia stirred, pulling away from me. "I gotta go."

"Yeah, I kinda figured."

She sat up and retrieved the rag that had been her shirt.
"Let me have yours."

I heard her suck in her breath as I pulled my t-shirt over
my head and handed it to her. The sleeves reached her elbows and the hem
covered her butt. "You're swimming in that thing. Your boyfriend's gonna
notice."

"I know." She pulled her shorts on and grabbed her
sandals. "Thank you, Will."

Thanking a man for sex—especially where-no-man-should-go
sex—always meant something else. "Uh-huh."

"I can handle Alex now."

I did
not
need to hear that.

"I needed to get laid so I could resist the
temptation."

And since her idiot boyfriend turned her down, I was the
next choice.
Nice.
"What about what's-his-name... Scott?"

She was finger-combing her hair, fighting with a
particularly nasty snarl. "Ouch. Yeah, I gotta deal with him." She
hopped off the truck and pressed closed lips against mine, a nice little
brush-off. "Bye." Her sandals swung from her fingers as she walked
barefoot across the wet sand.

I watched her disappear into the darkness, and then lay back
on the quilt and argued with myself about chasing after her.
Let her go.

But I didn't want to, damn it. Yeah, she'd used me, she'd
hurt me... again. But at least when Talia screwed me now, I felt something.
Something I couldn't switch on and off.

The marks I'd left on her body would fade in a couple of
days, but the scars she'd carved on my soul would live forever. Once and done?
Not with that woman.

Lake Michigan's endless waves pounded a relentless rhythm
against the sandy shore.
Cheater, cheater, cheater.
I started the car
and peeled out of there, flinging sand and seaweed into the moonlit sky.

Again? I did it again?
Not fucking Will. I'd done
that before. I couldn't believe I'd cheated again.
Damn it!

When I thought I was being unfaithful to Will, Alex told me
confessing an indiscretion to a lover only made the guilty party feel less
guilty. At the time I believed him, but now I couldn't live with another
secret. Scott needed to know. I drove straight to his apartment and knocked on
his door. No answer. I made a fist and pounded until I heard him yell.

"Coming!" A few seconds later the door flew open
and Scott stood there in nothing but flannel pajama pants.

"Hi." I gasped and stared at his broad bare
shoulders and well-muscled arms.
Damn. Maybe I should've persisted when he
turned me down.

"Hey." He blinked at me and ran his hand through
his rumpled, dirty-blond hair. His sleepy brown eyes fixed on my chest. "Where'd
you get that shirt?"

Will's shirt. Forgot about that.
"A friend gave
it to me."
Friend?
Hardly, but one word couldn't describe our
relationship, so I didn't try. "Can I come in?"

"Oh, yeah." He stepped back and let me by.
"Sorry, I'm not quite awake. What time is it?"

My fingers caught on a stubborn snarl as I twisted them in
my hair. "Late. Early." His big, plush couch beckoned, and I sank
down into it.
So comforting.
Warm colors and soothing shapes decorated
the room. He turned the lamp down so the light wouldn't irritate our eyes.
So
thoughtful.

"Would you like some coffee?" He strolled into the
kitchen and brought back two full mugs.

So clueless.
"Sure. Thanks." The dark
liquid rippled like waves on the lake. The lake. The pier. Will's truck.
Damn
it.
"I need to tell you something."

"Okay." He sat beside me and frowned as something
caught his eye. "What happened to your neck?"

I tugged at my collar.
So much for keeping secrets.
"I don't know how to tell you this." The coffee's rich aroma turned
my stomach, and I set it on the table, pushing the mug as far away as possible.
I'd never confessed to cheating before. Will had caught me, but he'd known
anyway. "After our fight, I went to see an old boyfriend."

His eyes narrowed as he raised his mug. "Is that his
shirt?"

"Yeah."

"What happened to yours?"

"Really?"

His face went blank, and he let out a long, slow breath.
"No. I'm not stupid, Talia. I knew you wouldn't be able to wait much
longer."

The room got hot and small. "Then why did you turn me
down? I wanted you." I rushed to the window for some air, slapped the
frame and jiggled the lock.
Damn thing won't open!

He followed. "Don't blame this on me. You wanted sex
tonight for all the wrong reasons."

I spun and pushed his arm away as he reached around me and
lifted the window pane. "How the hell did you know what my reasons were?
And who are you to decide they're wrong?"

"I know misdirected lust when I see it. You went to
Denver for a few days, and you came back ready to tear my clothes off. You
didn't miss me that much. Someone else turned you on."

I touched his bare chest, and his heartbeat caressed my
fingertips. "But I came to you. I left him and came to
you
. Doesn't
that mean anything?"

He backed off, rubbing his forehead. "Maybe it did, but
I was too proud to take advantage of that. I want to be the one who gets you
all fired up. Not him."

That made perfect sense. Will and Alex never cared who made
my pussy drip. They just wanted to fuck me. But Scott wanted to light the stove
and enjoy the meal.

Scott crossed his arms over his chest, planting his body
between me and the couch. "Were you with him tonight?"

Is he serious?
"How could I have gone to Denver
and back in a couple of hours?"

"So you slept with a different guy?"

Shit! Walked right into that.
"Yes."

"Yeah, I guessed you had a lot of men in your
past."

My legs quivered and I sat down on the window ledge. My hair
fell over my face as I looked at the floor. "I told you that. I told you I
wasn't a good girl."

"That was kinda hot at the time. But now I know what it
means."

I shot off the window sill and jabbed my fingernail into his
chest. "And just what do you think it means? That I'm a slut? That you
knew I'd stray? You don't know a damn thing!"

His jaw clenched. "Enlighten me!"

"I was fucking both of them! At the same time!"

His impenetrable stance collapsed, and he sat down.
"Did they know about each other?"

"They knew. I didn't."

"What the hell does that mean?"

My heart pounded in my ears as I paced in front of him.
"They set me up. I dated one, screwed the other, and they planned the
whole thing. They kept me in the dark, burdened with guilt while they played
their perverted sex game."

"What happened when you found out?"

I stopped in my tracks and stared straight at him. Pure,
indulgent satisfaction raised my shoulders and lifted my chin. "I fucked
them both."

"Fucked them or fucked them over?"

"Both. I made them fulfill my fantasy, and then I gave
them what they deserved."

He shook his head and sat back. "You are messed
up."

I looked down my nose at him. "Oh and you're so
perfect. You had no problem putting off sex for over six months. Were you
getting it somewhere else?"

"No. You told me you wanted to wait. I didn't ask why
because I knew you'd gotten out of a bad relationship. I just didn't know how
perverted it was."

I drew in a sharp breath. "Don't judge me! We all have
our kinks. Mine is fucking as many men as I want. Yours is dating slutty women
and withholding sex."

He stood and tried to back me against the window. "
You
asked
me
to wait."

But I evaded his approach and steered him down the hallway.
"And
you
refused
me
when I was ready."

He turned and walked away from me. "That wasn't ready.
That was guilt."

"Bullshit!"

He spun and advanced on me again. "You think so? You
think guilty sex is good sex?"

Wow.
His words cut right to the heart of the matter. Both
times I'd wanted Scott had been after fooling around with Alex and fucking
Will. Guilt had led me to some amazing sex, but I thought I was over that. Heat
pooled between my legs as carnal memories of fucking one man after sleeping
with his best friend assaulted me.

I reached for him, touched his pounding chest. He backed
away, but I pursued, trapping his body against the wall with mine. "It's
the best kind."

"Prove it."

"Are you asking me to go to bed with you?"

"No. I'm telling you."

I should've said no. I should've walked out and never looked
back. But some crazy thought told me that fucking Scott—right here, right
now—might salvage our relationship. I knew it was BS, but I'd always wonder if
I didn't try.

With one quick move, I yanked his pants to the floor,
exposing his hard and ready cock. He bit his lip while I stroked him, caressing
his long shaft with greedy fingers. A drop of fluid oozed from the velvety
head, and I licked it off my thumb. His lips had said no, but the wood in my
palm said, 'fuck me before I explode.'

"I see I'm not the only one aroused for the wrong
reasons."

He snarled and stripped me, tearing Will's shirt as he
pulled it over my head. My shorts hit the floor, and we fondled and groped each
other's naked bodies. My hand re-captured his cock. His fingers claimed my
pussy. If fingering was a lost art, then Scott was a Renaissance Master. He
painted my lower lips with my juices, brushing with an expert touch, then
dipped his fingers into my well and dabbed my throbbing clit with his thumb.

We spun and he crushed me against the wall. He grabbed my
ass and hitched me up while I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my
wet flesh along his erection.