He ran a finger down the side of my face. “Good girl,” he whispered.

  When he praised me with that endearment, I wanted to climb up his body and lick him. I was insane. Sex with this man had flipped some switch in me. I needed to find it and flip it back.

  “Now, you’re gonna go back in that room, give them their beers, and bring your ass over and sit in my lap.”

  “Are we playing pretend for them now?” I asked, shocking myself with my sass.

  He grabbed my chin and leveled me with his gaze. “Don’t get smart with me. You don’t want to fuck with my territorial side.”

  My bravado was now gone. I nodded.

  That damn smirk was back, and then he turned and left me in the kitchen. I gripped the side of the island and took several deep breaths. I was wet and terrified at the same time. I didn’t know if I wanted him to fuck me or if I wanted to run away from him.

  Picking up the beers, I walked back into the living room and took each of them a beer. Gage was watching me when I walked back over and didn’t sit in the seat beside him. I made my way over to Huck, who put his cigar back between his lips, then held out his hand for me. I took it as I eased down onto his lap.

  Leaning back against his chest, I didn’t look at the other two men in the room. I watched the television. Yes, I was being obedient. Huck had told me what to do, and I had done it. This kind of behavior should annoy me. Any sane woman who had self-respect would have told him no.

  I was so damn needy to belong. His ordering me around aroused me. I wanted to make him happy. I liked it when he called me a good girl, and that right there was screwed up. When he moved his hand to my thigh, I held my breath. I had on shorts tonight, and I wished it were a dress.

  Huck took the cigar from between his lips, and I felt his warm breath near my ear. I could smell the whiskey on his breath.

  “Open,” he said in my ear.

  I glanced over to see the other two watching the television, then moved my right leg over to drape over his leg. His hand slid inside the leg of my shorts. The moment his fingers touched the soaked silk of my panties, he stopped.

  “Go put on my shirt and nothing else,” he ordered me in a low whisper.

  I was not going to argue. Standing, I headed for the stairs, then stopped and quickly changed the laundry over before hurrying upstairs to change into the T-shirt he had given me to use my first night here. Taking off my panties and bra before slipping it on, I made my way back down to the living room. Huck’s eyes locked on me when I entered, and the other two men didn’t seem to notice me. When I reached Huck, I realized he had a blanket beside him.

  He grabbed my waist and pulled me down onto his lap, then covered me up. Once the blanket was over me, he pulled the shirt up to my waist. Knowing he didn’t want them to see me like this made my anger at him from earlier fade a little more. I didn’t understand him, but I liked that he wasn’t willing to share me. At least if he were willing, he wouldn’t care that I had on no panties and they could see me if they tried.

  Huck pulled my right leg over his leg and left me open. I leaned back and closed my eyes as he moved up the inside of my thigh. His fingertips barely brushing my skin. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from making a noise when his fingers touched me. I realized that I was tender, and I jerked when his callous fingertip rubbed the entrance.

  “Easy,” he said low against my ear.

  I barely nodded and opened my eyes to stare at the television. I couldn’t focus on anything as I stared at the people running back and forth on the screen. Huck began to gently circle my clit, and I shivered, pressing against him.

  I could feel the hard rigidness of his erection on my butt.

  “You’re so fucking wet that it’s dripping down my fingers.” His dirty words being said in a whisper against my ear only made it worse. “You’re sore though,” he added. “Right here.”

  Then, he slid a finger inside me, and I grabbed his arm with my hand. A low rumble of laughter in his chest vibrated against my back.

  “I’ll be gentle. Lie back and let me play,” he told me.

  Again, I did as I had been told. If he called me his good girl right now, I might orgasm. Although they couldn’t see anything, I felt naughty, having Huck touch me like this with them in the same room. My hands fisted at my sides as Huck gently tortured me with his fingers while he smoked his cigar and watched the basketball game.

  “Heat has got this one,” Levi said, but I didn’t look at him. I kept my eyes on the television.

  “When this is over, I want to see what they’re saying about tomorrow night’s fight,” Gage told him.

  My breathing hitched, and I tried to calm down. I could not orgasm in this room. For starters, every orgasm Huck had given me, I had done that squirting thing, and second, I was loud. While this felt incredible and I didn’t want him to stop, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to control my orgasm.

  Huck kept smoking, like watching television with his fingers buried in a woman’s vagina was normal. If it wasn’t for the heavy breathing I could hear in my ear, I would think he wasn’t affected by this at all. A jolt of pleasure hit me, and I turned my head away from the others and closed my eyes tightly.

  “Lift your ass,” Huck whispered.

  I did, and I felt him unzip his pants and jerk them down before he took my waist and pushed me back down. His erection was no longer inside his pants, but between my open folds. He had maneuvered that too smoothly. As if he was a pro. I didn’t want to think about it. How many women he’d done this with. That was a bit of cold water in the face to calm me down.

  Until he began to stroke himself between my legs. Making it rub against my clit and slide easily up and down with the lubrication of my arousal. I gasped when I felt the metal bar of his piercing hit my clit. Thankfully, the team Levi was rooting for did something good because he cheered and it drowned out my noise.

  Huck’s heavy breathing in my ear, along with what he was doing under the blanket, was too much. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. He was getting me worked up to the point that I no longer cared who was around to see or hear me.

  “Are you gonna come?” His voice was a hoarse whisper in my ear.

  “If you don’t stop,” I said breathlessly.

  His hands grabbed my waist and picked me up, then turned me to face him. I straddled him and slowly eased down as he kept the blanket around us. His erection slid against me, and I rocked my hips to get friction. I wanted that bar on my clit again.

  “Out.” Huck’s deep voice startled me as he turned to glare at the other two guys.

  “Damn, I was hoping you’d forgotten we were here,” Gage replied, and Huck tensed under me.

  “NOW!” he shouted.

  “We’re going. We’re going,” Levi replied.

  Huck didn’t move until they were gone, and then his eyes swung back to mine. “Do what feels good,” he told me.

  I lifted my body up until the tip of his cock rubbed my swollen clit, then rubbed it back and forth. Needing more, I leaned forward until I felt him at my entrance. I sank down so that the tip was inside of me, and I rotated my hips.

  Huck’s hands went under the shirt and started squeezing my boobs and twisting my nipples. I let it go a little deeper, then rocked back and forth with it barely inside me. The sensation felt amazing. Huck said nothing. He kept his hands on my chest while I experimented, finding pleasure. I was afraid to let him sink fully inside of me. He was right; I was sore.

  I started to bounce on about one-fourth of his length. Huck pulled the shirt up and over my head and held my waist while his eyes watched my breasts rise and fall with each move I made. I started going faster, feeling the buildup. The metal bar rubbed me, and I realized I might be in love with that piercing.

  “That’s it,” Huck said. “Be a good girl and get yourself off on my cock.”

  The dirty talking … yes, I needed the filthy words. I was close.

  “I want to see you squirt all over my cock.”

  “Oh God, Huck,” I moaned. “Oh, oh.”

  The surge was there. My body began to tremble, and I cried out his name some more like a chant before it burst free. Huck held me, keeping me from falling forward onto him.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled.

  I could feel the now-familiar release, and I knew that was what he was watching. I continued to jerk and cry out in his arms as the pleasure hit me several more times before it stopped. Gasping for air, I looked down and saw his soaked hard length. I guessed this was something that I was going to do and needed to get used to it.

  “I got the chair wet,” I said.

  “I don’t give a fuck.” He picked me up and placed me in front of him.

  “You didn’t get off.” I pointed out the obvious as he stood up.

  “Not yet, but I’m about to. Bend over and put your hands on the table. I’m going to come all over this juicy ass.”

  Oh my. Okay. Obeying him excited me. Huck palmed my butt cheeks with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. He grabbed a side and made it jiggle, then groaned. He continued to slap it just hard enough for the extra fat back there to bounce. I watched him over my shoulder as he pumped himself harder. His slaps on my butt got more forceful.

  I realized I was getting turned on again. I felt each slap of his hand between my legs. I wiggled my butt this time, needing him to hit it again.

  “That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Shake it like that.”

  I did as he had said, and he began jerking faster. His mouth opened slightly as he kept his gaze locked on my butt. Every time I gave it a shake, he made a noise.

  “Fuuuuck. Oh fuck, yes,” he growled, and then he let out a shout as strings of white semen shot out onto my butt.

  He stood over it, pumping himself, watching his release coat me. When he was done, his gaze moved to mine. I was breathing hard too. Completely turned on by what I’d just watched.

  He scooped some of his release up with his finger, then shoved it between my legs and made a pleased sound in his chest. I let him continue his playing until he was done. When I finally stood back up, he lowered his head and kissed me hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sank into him. I loved the way he felt against me.

  “Downstairs,” he said to me, breaking the kiss.

  I remembered the bedding. “I’m not finished with the bedding. It’s in the laundry.”

  “Don’t fucking care.” His hand slapped my cum-covered ass. “Downstairs.”

  Twenty-Two

  Trinity

  The fact that I woke up in time to get breakfast cooked was a miracle. Although Huck and I hadn’t had sex again last night, we’d done many other things. He didn’t move when I got out of bed to go start breakfast. I caught myself smiling while thinking about all we had done, but would have to remind myself that I had to keep my feelings out of it. No attachments. I wasn’t worried that I’d fall in love with him. I still didn’t think I had that in me.

  Trying to make up for not cooking the guys dinner, I made sure to make everyone’s favorite. Gage and Levi liked it when I made a large breakfast, but Huck always scowled. I was torn between doing what I normally did to make the majority happy or pleasing Huck.

  He was the one who had stressed that this was just fucking. I had to remember that, and making decisions with that in mind meant I was making a big breakfast. It was what I would have done before we had sex. The only thing that I struggled with was, I liked when I pleased him and he praised me. The good girl thing was a weakness I had to work on. If I didn’t, this would be more difficult when it ended, but then I had to accept I would feel something for him. He was my first. Emotional attachments came with that. Right?

  Gage walked in, grinning as he inhaled deeply. “Smells so fucking good,” he said as he grabbed a plate I had set on the end of the island. He surveyed the food I had laid out, then nodded his head approvingly. “You didn’t let me down.”

  I was again thankful I’d woken up on my own this morning and not overslept.

  “Food!” Levi called out as he entered the kitchen. “God, I love waking up here.”

  At least I made them happy. I tried not to think about Huck’s reaction. I wasn’t even sure how Huck would treat me today. Would I get the hot or the cold Huck?

  “Listen,” Levi said to me.

  I looked at him with a serious expression.

  “The Huck thing, when that stops—and it will—we want you here. Don’t go getting any ideas about leaving.”

  I needed that reminder. The one about it ending. I had been telling myself the same thing, but having someone else confirm that this was a brief sexual thing with Huck kept me from getting my head somewhere it didn’t need to be.

  I nodded. “Thanks.”

  “I second that,” Gage said as he walked to the table with his food.

  Now, if I wasn’t so nervous about Huck’s reaction to my breakfast buffet, things would be fine. I picked up a piece of bacon and ate it.

  “There’s a fight on pay-per-view tonight,” Gage said from his spot at the table. “If I ask real nice, would you make one of those killer spreads of food for it?”

  I finished chewing and swallowed. “Of course. That’s my job. You don’t have to ask real nice, but I appreciate it.”

  The door from downstairs opened and closed. I walked over to get a cup down for Huck and pour him some coffee just so I had something to do other than look at him.

  “If you bitch about the food, I will take you out back and kick your ass,” Gage said before Huck could say anything.

  “It’ll be two against one,” Levi added.

  I wished they’d be quiet and not make a big deal out of it. He might not even have said anything if they hadn’t pointed it out. Forcing a smile, I turned around with his cup. He was scanning the food. I waited on him to look at me. When he finally did, he wasn’t scowling, but he wasn’t smiling either. He simply gave me a nod and picked up a plate. Not the warmest reception, but I hadn’t expected him to come up to me and touch me or anything. This was sex, not affection.

  Keeping the two separate would be hard. Affection was something I had craved most of my life, but was too afraid to get close enough to anyone who might give it to me. Until Hayes.

  Huck put the same amount of food on his plate he always did. Three pieces of bacon, two biscuits, cheese grits, and scrambled eggs. Sometimes, he got a cinnamon roll, but today, he didn’t. When he finished filling his plate, I held out the cup of coffee for him. He took it without a word and went to the table.

  This was a typical morning. Nothing different. Except my feelings were struggling.

  Thank you, mind-blowing orgasms, for screwing me up.

  Huck asked Gage about some transaction with a man I didn’t know. They fell into shop talk, and I put a few things on a plate, filled a cup of coffee, then made my way out to the back patio. It was warm already, but then it was late spring in Florida which was summer weather for the rest of the country. I tucked my legs under me and ate my second piece of bacon.

  After cleaning today, I had to prepare for tonight, so that would keep me busy. I looked out over the pool and wondered if they’d use this area out here too. They hadn’t yet, but the warmer it got in the evenings, there was a possibility. I needed to ask Gage. If they were going to swim, then the towels needed restocking, and the outside bar needed to have ice. I should probably do an inventory on the liquor for out here too.

  I finished my meal and stood up to go get things started. Huck was walking out the back door as I turned. Being alone with him after all we’d done last night made me suddenly feel shy. Something about the light of day and reality.

  “I’m heading to the shop, and then I’m needed at the ranch. I might not make it back for the fight tonight,” he said, not moving to get closer to me.

  “Okay,” I replied, holding my empty plate and cup.

  He studied me for a minute. “You’re good then?”

  No, Huck. Not even close.

  I nodded. “I’m fine.”

  “All right,” he replied, then turned and went back into the house.

  That was painful. I could admit it. Really painful. But I could get over it. Think about other things. Not Huck.

  I followed him inside the house and went to the sink and began putting away leftovers and cleaning up the mess from making breakfast. When I finished, I made a grocery list of items I needed. Gage walked into the kitchen while I was writing it all down.

  “You good?” he asked me.

  I clenched my teeth. Were they all going to ask me that? No, I wasn’t good. Stop asking me.

  I nodded, then took the list and held it out to him. “I need these things for tonight. Are you planning on opening up the pool area? If so, we need to check the liquor cabinet. You might need to pick some more up along with beer for the bar out there.”

  Gage took the list and tucked it into his pocket. “Yeah, we’ll have the lights on out back. Might as well use the pool. It’s time to start enjoying it. I’ll just grab everything, and if we don’t need it, then it’ll get used eventually.”

  “Okay. Great,” I replied with a false smile and turned to head for the cleaning closet to get out what I needed to start.

  “He’s my friend, and I’d kill for him. But you’re family now too. If you need anything, let me know.”

  Gage’s words should have warmed me, but they only drove home the point that last night had been a onetime thing.

  “Thanks,” I said, glancing back for only a moment before leaving the kitchen.

  The day went by quickly. Cleaning had taken me several hours, and then preparing the pool area had taken another two hours. Once that was finished, I had the groceries I needed, thanks to Gage, and I threw myself into preparing food.

  Levi and Gage both stopped by the kitchen to taste something I’d finished. Huck never came back, but then he had told me he probably wouldn’t. I didn’t think about it too much. Just every other five seconds. I was going to torture myself if I didn’t stop it.