The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 2

  “I shared women with you even though I hated doing so. Don’t you think it’s time that you made a sacrifice for me?”

  “I already did. It’s called not screwing other men.”

  Quentin grabbed his arm, yanking him to a stop. His blazing expression was as much an aphrodisiac as it was unsettling. “Forgive me. I did not realize that it was so difficult for you not to cave to your lust for other men. Am I not a man?”

  “Don’t be like that. You’re more man than anyone I know, but you don’t bottom for me.”

  “You won’t bottom for me, either.”

  “I know. We’re both tops.”

  Quentin eyed him seriously. “You know it’s more than that for me.”

  “Yeah, I know. You’re into the whole Dom/sub thing.” Charlie turned to leave before facing him again. “And that’s another thing. If it was just you and me, how would that even work? I’m no sub. You plan on giving up BDSM?”

  Quentin’s lips twitched with mischief at the corners in a subtle smile Charlie didn’t trust. “One thing at a time.”

  Charlie rolled his eyes and gave the man his back again. “That’s code for ‘You’ll come around.’ Bullshit.”

  “If you no longer want to be with me, then why leave McKenna Downs?”

  “We’ll keep running into each other if I stay.”

  “You’ve had flings with some of the people in town, yet you never felt the need to move to avoid running into them. Why is that, Charlie?”

  “You know why.”

  “Do you?”

  “You made me care!” Charlie spun around, hands shaking. “It was never like this with anyone else. Damn you. You’re my best friend. I should have been safest with you, but somehow you barged right into my heart and now you won’t leave. I’m leaving to keep us both from getting hurt, but it’s already too late.” He wiped his hand down his face. “Fuck, Quen. I didn’t want to say good-bye like this. I look at you, knowing I may never see you again, and it feels like someone shot me in the chest.”

  The herd of grazing bison in the distance reminded him of another reason he couldn’t stay. The legend, the town curse—he was nobody’s bitch. It might only bind women, but what if men fell under the curse as well when certain lines were crossed?

  Quentin came closer. “Stay with me. If you need a few more three-ways with me, I will grant you them, but it comes with the understanding that eventually you will be mine and mine alone.”

  Charlie clamped his eyes shut and drew in a sharp breath of air before sending it on its way in a shaky exhale. “I love you, Quentin. I always will.” He opened his eyes, hurting at the silent devastation that dimmed the other man’s countenance when Charlie said, “But I can’t stay.”

  He turned on his heel to leave, pausing when Quentin spoke. “Someday you’re going to meet someone who will change your mind, probably a woman. You’ll fall hard for her and she will do to you what you just did to me. When you’re at your lowest, come back to me and I will pick up the broken pieces and fuse you back together.”

  Charlie kept his back to him and just listened. Quentin’s offer to heal and shower him with unconditional love damn near made him stay.

  “If you must go, then do so. Go to San Francisco, Rio de Janeiro, London, Sydney, wherever the hell it is you need to go. See whatever you want to see, fuck all the women and men you can get your hands on, go off and find yourself. And in the end, when those things leave you empty-handed and you realize where it is you truly belong, come back to me.” Quentin’s timbre simmered with vehemence as equally as it gentled with ardor. “I don’t care how many hearts you break, how many people you hurt, or what sins you’re guilty of. When you come to your senses, I want you back. Even if you’re dying of AIDS, come back to me. No matter what, I will hold you, love you, and yes, I will fuck you, because I love you enough to die with you, but too much to share you with anyone else.”

  The words crippled Charlie all over. He looked back over his shoulder at Quentin, eyes stinging like crazy. He’d never cried for anyone before, but his throat and chest ached so badly he knew he probably would if he didn’t leave now.

  When he looked away, trying to hold himself together, he heard Quentin walking off, probably back toward his clothes. Charlie’s legs felt like they would give out from under him. Somehow, he made it into his truck, heart breaking inside when he saw the man he loved walking away in just his jeans and carrying the rest of his things.

  No one had said those things to him before...ever. He got the awful feeling that he was making a mistake by leaving. To stay struck him as a mistake, too, but which decision had the greater potential for regret was up in the air.

  What if he stayed and their relationship fell apart if they committed to each other?

  Quentin was a Dom. Could he give up BDSM?

  Could Charlie give up women? Bottom for another man?

  The answer to each of those questions was the same. No.

  As he turned the key in the ignition, he wondered if there was a chance he would ever heal from the devastating blow of losing Quentin. When he took one long last look at his lover before driving away, the answer hit him hard and without hesitation.

  No.

  * * * *

  Four years later – San Francisco, California

  Kendall Laurie heaved a sigh when she saw Charlie Huntington through the peephole. It annoyed her that something precious inside her stirred when she saw that it was him. Good heavens, the man was persistent.

  “Kendall, I know you’re in there. Open the damn door.”

  She hesitated. Maybe her silence would convince him that she wasn’t home.

  She saw the lock move and heard a key turning in the hole.

  Damn it, his spare key.

  The doorknob started to turn and her pulse raced as she grabbed the knob and opened the door just enough to peek out at him, but not enough to permit him clearance.

  He leaned against the door frame, looking irritated and tapping his finger on the wood. “Really, Red?”

  She let out a heavy exhale, hoping her annoyance would overshadow her joy at seeing him again. “What do you want, Charlie?”

  “Are you gonna let me in?”

  “We broke up.”

  “No we didn’t. I proposed and you tucked tail and ran like a coward.”

  She snorted. “You call that a proposal?”

  His blue-green eyes glittered with hedonism and that alpha edge she loved so much about him. “You would like it, you know. My brothers are good-looking men, but not as hot as me, obviously.”

  She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile at his humor or blush at his indecent proposal. “Well, I don’t know what sort of women you’re used to dealing with, but I’m a lady.”

  He smirked at this.

  She ignored him and continued. “I’m a one-man woman.”

  “Right now maybe, but you were also a virgin and I took that from you, changed you.”

  The flush bloomed on her cheeks and she had to glance away from him when the memory of losing her innocence to him returned to the forefront of her mind.

  “Eventually, curiosity is gonna get the best of you and you’re gonna give into it.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Coward.”

  She gritted her teeth and started to close the door. “Better than being an asshole.”

  His hand blocked her from shutting the door. “I’m gonna spank you for that.”

  Her pussy moistened and she felt a wild spasm in her womb. “That would be fine if you were still my boyfriend. Too bad we broke up, huh?”

  Her heart leaped in her chest when he pushed the door open and walked right on through.

  Well, so much for that.

  She sighed and closed the door.

  “Lock it.”

  “Why? You’re leaving in a minute.”

  He eyed her sternly. “Lock the door, Kendall.”

  Her body heated and she averted her eyes as she locke
d the door.

  “Come here.”

  Her stomach somersaulted with nerves and excitement. Damn it, no sex or he’d end up weaseling his way back into a relationship with her.

  “What do you want?”

  His features pulled taut with warning. “I want you to come here.”

  She crossed her arms and flashed him a snotty “What of it, punk?” expression.

  He shook his head. “You’re asking for a spanking, Red.”

  Her butt clenched in a familiar combination of apprehension and anticipation. “What’s in the bag?”

  “You’ll see. You didn’t change the locks.”

  She shrugged. “I’m broke.”

  “That the only reason?”

  She shivered at the hot, accusing look in his eyes. If she got him to leave within the next minute or two, she should be fine. If not, she already knew how it would end—with her on back and him on top of her, buried between her legs. Her slit creamed with readiness and she struggled to ignore her dampening panties.

  “I’ve moved on.”

  Smirking, he took a package out of the bag. The plastic container appeared to contain a sex toy. Her stomach felt hollow and she began to tremble.

  Damn it, no! Why does this keep happening? Why can’t I say no to him or stop wanting him?

  “What is that?”

  He washed the tapered toy in her kitchen sink. “It’s an ass plug.”

  Her anus prickled. “You think you can just come back here and have anal sex with me?”

  He’d gone on and on about wanting to take her up the ass while they’d been dating. She’d never stuck anything up her bum and wasn’t sure one way or the other how she felt about it.

  When he shut the water off and proceeded to dry the toy, the silence seemed to have teeth that gnawed on her.

  “The plug is going in your ass. I’m gonna be in your hot little cunt.”

  Her clit pulsed its consent and her pussy oozed with moisture, worsening when she saw him set the plug on the table behind the couch. “I can’t keep doing this.”

  Charlie stalked toward her, a fierce heat and intense look of hunger in his eyes. “Then take me back.”

  Kendall bit her lower lip when he stood invasively close to her and leered down at her from his towering six-foot-four height. He was a blond-haired, blue-eyed wet dream, toned, muscular, and devilishly handsome. He had that country-boy charm as equally as he did the bad-boy swagger, and both melted her every time.

  He was a bastard. She was right to break up with him.

  Unfortunately, that same bastard had her heart in his hands in a way no one else ever had.

  His manly fingers slithered up her neck and he laced them in her hair. “You know we’re good together, baby.” He leaned in, breath fanning over her skin. “You know we are.”

  She closed her eyes and blew out a shaky breath, unable to stand the ache as she nodded. It was over.

  “Good girl.” He whispered a kiss onto her head before shoving her down to her knees.

  A hot thrill flared up inside her at his savage behavior. Instinctively, she clawed at his fly, trying to get his pants open. His huge erection strained against his jeans and then bounced out of hiding when she opened his pants and lowered his underwear just enough to get his stiff, heated cock out. She bestowed feverish kisses all over his shaft and then licked his glans as if in apology for ever being apart from him.

  Charlie groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair, tightening and interlocking them when she took his swollen penis into her mouth. She suckled him fervently, savoring his grunts and labored breathing.

  Maybe she could change his mind about his scandalous proposition concerning his brothers.

  She felt his fingers move to dip into the division between the buttons on her sundress. At first, the touch of his skin against hers made her shiver with awareness. When she felt his fingers tense and a sudden pressure on the material, she whined. He ripped open the dress and sent buttons scattering everywhere.

  She pulled off his cock. “Damn it, Charlie!”

  He stuffed his prick back into jeans and then closed his fly with a speed that was incredibly arousing. Jerking her to her feet caused the sleeves to slip and he helped them the rest of the way by pushing the dress down her body, using a rough French kiss to distract her. His mouth was pure sin and heaven at once. She could never get tired of his kisses.

  He hoisted her up into his arms so her legs wrapped around him and her arms went around his neck, with her fingers splaying deliciously in his hair. They made out while he carried her over to something. A gasp sailed from her when he tossed her onto the couch.

  “Take that bra off,” he ordered in a husky tone while removing his shirt. “Show me those tits.”

  The man had no class, but he had plenty of other good qualities. Mainly that he was hot and she loved him to death.

  She unclasped her bra, letting the straps slide down. He held his hand out and she placed the lingerie in it.

  “What did I say about bras at home, Red? In public only. At home, I want these tits free.” He tossed the bra aside.

  She blushed. “We’re not together anymore.”

  He smirked. “Sure seems like we are.”

  Her cunt flooded with molten need when he ripped the panties off her. He really was an animal sometimes. His heavy breathing and that predatory thirst in his eyes made her hot, cold, and shaky. He scooted beneath her and then dragged her over his lap, flipping her over so her bare ass was exposed to him.

  “I told you I’d spank you.”

  She spat and made a face when he crammed her sticky panties into her mouth. Her tongue automatically played with the tattered fabric, though it was desperate for evasion.

  Kendall shrieked when the flat of his hand came down hard on her soft bottom. He kept bringing his palm down in swift, vicious slaps that felt a lot more aggressive than normal. She cringed and mewled into her panties as he held her there on his lap and spanked her. When it was over her butt felt like it was on fire, but her vagina kept leaking all over his pants as her clitoris pleaded for release.

  Reaching behind him, he grabbed the butt plug and a tube of something. She made blah movements with her tongue and swallowed the excess saliva when he pulled the panties out of her mouth.

  Her breathing suspended when he stuck the small green butt plug in her face.

  “Kiss it.”

  “Why?”

  He placed his hand on her nape. “Do as I say.”

  She kissed the toy, feeling a charge of arousal shoot through her at the degrading command and his reaction over it.

  “Lick it.”

  She blushed, but the order made her breasts swell as she followed his demands and licked the plug.

  Charlie moaned. “More. Keep tonguing that fucking cock while I watch.”

  Her cheeks burned, but her body responded as she pretty much made out with the toy. A soft gasp fled from her when he pulled the anal plug away to coat it with lubricant.

  “That made you wetter.” It definitely wasn’t a question. “You soaked my jeans with that deviant little pussy.”

  Kendall moaned, getting nervous and strangely exhilarated when he split open her butt cheeks and pressed the toy at her back entry. The pressure nudging against her anus and the unexpected chill from the lube startled a cry from her.

  “Relax. Push out if you have to, but you’re taking this plug.” His pitch lowered to an arresting hush that inflamed her. “You need it.”

  She tried to steady herself as the deceptively small toy pushed into her anus. It pinched her tissues as it stretched her uncomfortably and opened her up for his intentions, whatever they were. She was too overcome with primal urges to remember.

  “I bet you want my fingers in your ass now, don’t you?”

  She gulped and nodded. “It’s too big.”

  “This is the smallest one they had. Shit, it’s gonna be an incredible fuck.” He set the plug aside and then squir
ted lube onto his fingers. “When I finally do get my cock up your ass, you’re gonna love it.”

  A tormented cry wrung from her at the sinking width of his long fingers forging into her asshole to stretch and prepare her. It felt so strange, so taboo and dirty to let a man play with her back there. Somehow, the indulgence of the forbidden aroused the hell out of her.

  “God, Charlie. It feels too good.”

  “Imagine how good a cock would feel in there—mine, or one of theirs.”

  Her eyes popped open and she pursed her lips. A muted groan became a ragged noise of pain mixed with pleasure when he pushed the plug into her hole until it was completely seated inside her.

  “Oh god! Too full.”

  “You’ll get used to it.” He flipped her over onto her back and spread her legs open as he knelt between them on the floor.

  She went breathless when he touched his lips to her mound. His humid breath feathered over her skin, rendering her dizzy with want.

  “I like when you’re overwhelmed.” He imprinted his lips on her pussy again, making her slit weep. “You get this demon look in your eyes whenever I possess you. You shake and cream.” He finished each sentence with a steamy kiss on her naked sex, the one he’d shaved himself when they were together. “You look so hot and soft and helpless.”

  She whimpered when his kisses fell on the drenched seam of her cunt.

  “I could eat you up.”

  “Please,” she breathed.

  “You want my mouth?”

  “God, yes.”

  He exhaled a delicate puff of air on her mons. “Where do you want it?”

  “You know where.”

  “You want it here?” He kissed her pussy, stealing a soft, pleading moan from her.

  “Yes, I need it.”

  A guttural sound rumbled deep in his chest and burned her up inside. “You want me to suck your cunt hard until you come?”

  Kendall moaned and bucked her hips a little. “Please.”

  He growled and went down on her. She clawed at the couch as his mouth made a vacuum and sucked her hard. He slurped and teased her labia, making her even crazier for him. When he let go, she arched and whimpered, trying to get close to him again.

  He sat up and pinned her gaze with his narrowed eyes. “You know what I want?”