Cav groaned.
“And you better come before I do, or you won’t come at all.”
I slammed into him. Hard.
Cav grunted.
Retreated. Slow and easy.
Slammed home again.
“Fuck, Cav,” I growled. “Your ass feels so fucking good.”
This time I didn’t slow. I fucked him ruthlessly. Harder and harder until my tenuous grip on control was ready to snap. I wanted him to come.
“Edge…”
“Come for me, Cav,” I barked. “Come while I’m fucking you.”
I slammed my hips forward, back, forward, back.
Cav’s hands gripped the headboard, back muscles flexed, his hips pressing back against me. “Oh, fuck, Edge! Oh, fuck. So close. Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
“Fuck … fuck … fuck!”
“Who’s fucking you?” I bit out.
“You are.”
“Who?”
“Edge.”
“Who’s the only man who’ll ever take this ass?”
“You.”
“Who?” I yelled.
“Edge,” Cav groaned. “Fuck. I’m coming!”
As he stilled, his cock pulsing, I slammed into him, held on tight as I came, emotion swamping me.
It took a minute to get him free of the restraints, but once I did, I pulled Cav down with me, spooning behind him, holding him tight. I couldn’t let go.
Not yet. Perhaps not ever.
And that scared me as much as what I felt for Jamie.
They were going to be my undoing.
I was certain of it now.
CAV
“WHAT BROUGHT THAT ON?” I ASKED EDGE as we lay in his darkened bedroom.
After that incredible fuck, we’d both showered, downed a couple of sandwiches, then returned to his bed.
“What?” Edge asked, his voice low, raspy with exhaustion.
“Earlier.”
He sighed, rolled to his back. “You pissed me off.”
I turned my head, glanced over at him, grinned. “I figured that much. But how?”
“That stunt in my office,” he said. “With Jamie.”
“You didn’t seem to object to the blow job at the time.”
Edge’s head jerked toward me, his eyes meeting mine. The room was dark, the moonlight coming in through the window the only light available. I could see the fury in Edge’s eyes, making them glow.
Sighing, I stared up at the ceiling. “Why are you holding back?”
“Not,” he muttered. “Fucked you, didn’t I?”
“With Jamie,” I clarified.
Edge released a long, exasperated breath but didn’t respond.
“You can’t treat her with kid gloves,” I told him. “She’s joining the class, for fuck’s sake. If you’re lenient with her, you’re doing her a disservice. She wants to do this.”
“It’s for her paper,” he said.
“So she claims.” I didn’t think that was it. Not entirely. I got the feeling Jamie was curious on a deeper level.
“She’s a virgin,” Edge added.
“So you keep tellin’ me. And she’ll remain that way if you let her. Right up until she gets tired of this shit and finds another man who can give her what she needs.”
“She’s young,” he whispered.
“Age is just a number.”
There was a soft growl in his throat, and I could tell I was getting to him. Then again, that had been my plan. Pushing his buttons until he admitted the problem was one of the few ways to get Edge to open up.
“While I’m not opposed to you takin’ your anger out on me with rough sex, it won’t quench the thirst. You’ll still want her the same way I do.”
“I can’t get past it,” he muttered. “It’s all I can think about. I don’t want to hurt her, don’t want to lead her on.”
His statement had me turning toward him again. “Lead her on? What does that mean?”
Edge’s eyes remained fixed on the ceiling. “If she’s not willing to submit, I don’t see this going anywhere.”
I let that sink in. While I understood, I didn’t agree. There was something about Jamie, something that spoke to me on a much deeper level. Then again, I’d never formed my world around this lifestyle. I enjoyed the dominant aspect, taking the reins, the power play. But it wasn’t everything for me.
“She won’t know until she tries,” I finally said.
“Until then, I can’t let myself get too into her.”
That made sense. Even if I knew he was already into her. Truth was, I’d known Edge was gone with her from the first night he introduced me. There was a connection there. One we both seemed to have. It didn’t happen every day, which meant it was easy to identify. I wanted to explore that, to see where it went. I wanted a chance to know how it felt like to love someone like that.
“What if she is?” I mused. “What if she’s the exact woman you’ve been lookin’ for?”
“We,” Edge clarified, his head turning my way. “I want this with you.”
I couldn’t deny I felt better that he’d acknowledged that. “Fine. The exact woman we’ve been lookin’ for?”
“She is,” Edge stated with a rough exhale. “I already know she is. And I still can’t get past it.”
I rolled over, put my arm on his chest, my hand on his jaw, turning his head to look at me. “Then let’s do this right. Don’t pull any punches. She’ll go through the training class exactly as any other submissive would. See how she handles it. Then we’ll go from there.”
