Saving Greyson [Men of McKenna Downs 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) Read online

  “You relish the power I have over you, don’t you, lover?”

  He choked on a long, drawn out sound that was a cross between a soft cry and a loud moan when he felt the rough pad of Diego’s thumb lightly tracing the tip of his penis. The man’s stimulating finger smeared his pre-cum all over his tingling crown.

  “Do you ache for me, Greyson?”

  “Shit,” he rasped. “Yeah.”

  “Good boy.” Diego kissed his head and proceeded to imprint kisses all over Greyson’s neck in between heated murmurs. “Do you like the way my hand feels holding your cock?”

  Greyson sucked in a sudden breath when Diego gave his erection a firm squeeze. “Yes. God, yes.”

  “Very good. Now, fuck my hand.”

  Greyson was all too happy to comply, a little surprised by the way he’d refrained from screwing his dick into Diego’s hand until given permission to do so. The man’s scintillating hand fisting his thrusting cock felt snug and hot as it dictated his pleasure.

  “That’s it. Fuck my hand. You can’t help but want me. I make you hard and hot.” The sizzling hush of Diego’s cadence made his testes draw up. “Does your cock ache for me?”

  “Fuck.” A sharp cry of passion wrung from him when he felt the hot flesh of Diego’s erection scorching against his ass.

  “Stop thrusting in my hand.”

  Greyson stopped despite his reluctance. His prick throbbed with agonizing need. He lost his breath when Diego’s grip around his cock strengthened and he began pumping him with swift, forceful strokes.

  “I asked if I made you ache.” Diego’s usually suave voice came out rough and gritty with authority as he shoved his finger up Greyson’s asshole, shocking a smothered outcry from him. “I expect an answer.”

  “Yes, I ache, so fucking bad for you.” Greyson couldn’t disguise the desperation and feeling in his shaky inflection.

  He figured Diego would pull his finger out of his hole once he obeyed him. He was wrong. Diego lodged his finger deeper into Greyson’s anus and began to tickle his prostate. Sharp stabs of pleasure flared from the gland and punctured him everywhere in his ass. He needed to come. Maybe there was a chance Diego had become distracted by their lust for each other and wouldn’t require him to answer tough questions in order to be permitted to climax.

  “You want to come for me so badly, don’t you?” Diego cooed.

  “Shit, yes.” Greyson started to fuck Diego’s hand again, surprised that the man didn’t scold him for it.

  “Tell me the password to get into your e-mail account and I will let you come.”

  His eyes flew open in alarm. Diego had already read some of the e-mails from Saul from years ago when Greyson had forgotten to log out the other day. Judging by what Diego knew and didn’t know, Greyson gathered that the messages Diego had read were from back when Greyson and Saul had been chatting before they ever met in person…before Saul had tricked him into meeting.

  “Not my password,” Greyson pleaded.

  Diego’s hand abandoned Greyson’s throbbing dick and his finger deserted Greyson’s asshole. A tortured cry floated past Greyson’s lips and he pounded his fist against the mattress. Diego must never know. Greyson hated to imagine Diego thinking the things about him that Saul had said to him long ago when he showed his true colors.

  “I am disappointed in you, Greyson,” Diego said quietly.

  The displeasure in his tone was unmistakable and it killed Greyson. His closest friend was disappointed in him and probably hurt by his lack of openness. The truth would probably sicken him more.

  Diego didn’t leave the room or his bed. He seemed determined to stay in here tonight, but he did roll over and that hurt. The king-size bed felt somehow cozy with Diego’s hot, naked body in it.

  However, the space he’d just put between them made the numerous inches separating them feel like a chasm of despair. Greyson’s chest felt tight and heavy like his ribs were closing in on his heart, making the fleshy muscle bleed and ache. The severe pain in his chest and the emasculating moisture in his eyes were reminiscent of the night he’d pleaded for his life years ago. That awful moment of thinking he would never see Diego again was a deep agony rivaled only by sharing the same bed with him and feeling further from having him than he ever had in his life.

  Chapter Three

  Melanie knocked on the door to Greyson’s bedroom. His muttered swearword made her curious. Had she disturbed him?

  “Come in.” Diego’s voice caught her off guard.

  She walked in, eyes bugging out when she saw both men in bed together. Neither Diego nor Greyson wore a shirt and she had to wonder with wicked curiosity whether or not they wore underwear beneath the sheet that covered them.

  “Am I d–disturbing you guys?”

  Greyson had gaped at her when she walked in before quickly averting his eyes in embarrassment.

  “Not at all,” Diego said pleasantly. His tone changed. “Shut the door and lock it.”

  She did as she was told.

  “Now he locks it,” Greyson muttered. “What are you doing in here, Melanie?”

  “I just wanted to ask you if French toast sounded good for breakfast this morning.” Lord help her, she didn’t know where to look. She really wanted to ogle them all over, but Greyson seemed uncomfortable that she’d caught them in bed together.

  “It sounds delightful,” Diego said cheerfully. “Greyson will have some as well. Did you know he is straight?”

  Greyson shot him an ugly glance and Melanie had to bite her lip to keep from snickering.

  “Oh, well everyone has a different definition of things.” Her eyes popped open and she blushed after the words came out.

  Greyson’s cheeks had a slight flush to them. She hadn’t meant to make him feel more uncomfortable.

  Diego just laughed. “Greyson has needs, little submissive.”

  Her heart nearly stalled when he used the pet name he often did with her when they were doing a Dom/sub scene together. This wasn’t a scene, though. Or was it leading into one? She and Diego had discussed moving into a twenty-four-seven BDSM relationship together, but it would be a semi-gradual process.

  “Needs that I denied him last night.” Diego’s eyes darkened with dominance and his searing voice dripped with testosterone. “I want you to get into bed with us and take care of his needs.”

  The commanding words and sudden way Diego yanked the sheet back to reveal one of Greyson’s bare legs made her jaw drop. His groin was still covered, but with the amount of flesh he had exposed it was safe to say that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Diego probably wasn’t either.

  Greyson’s chest heaved up and down, but he didn’t look at her. She could see from the way the sheet tented slightly near his crotch that he wanted her, but that could have been for Diego.

  “S–Sir?” she stammered.

  “Come here,” Diego ordered calmly, much calmer than she felt and than Greyson appeared.

  She went to stand by the bed, breasts feeling high and tight with arousal, nipples beading against the soft cups of her bra.

  “You know what you’re supposed to call me now,” Diego reminded her. “We talked about this.”

  Mellie gulped nervously. Sure they’d talked about it, and she had no trouble calling him Master when it was just the two of them, but this was the first time he’d ever had her do so in front of someone else. She didn’t have a clue how Greyson would take it since he and Diego were apparently lovers.

  “Yes, Master.”

  She didn’t miss the way Greyson’s eyes flickered suddenly to Diego, who didn’t look at him. He kept his focus transfixed on her.

  “You know that when you hesitate after I give you an order that I will have to punish you,” Diego warned her.

  Her eyes dropped. “I know, M–Master.”

  “Why then do you hesitate?”

  Her gaze lifted to meet Greyson’s questioning stare. She wondered if he would be disgusted by her hesitation to obey he
r Dom, or if he would appreciate her reason for doing so this once. “I hesitate because I don’t want to do something to him if he doesn’t want me to.”

  Greyson’s eyes became vulnerable for a moment before he made them guarded again. He couldn’t keep the exposure out of his softened pitch, though. “I want you, Melanie.”

  Her heart soared and her stomach flip-flopped with excitement. He wanted her.

  When Diego pulled the sheet back completely to reveal Greyson in the buff, her pussy flooded. He was amazing. His strong, chiseled body floored her. He had several tattoos scattered on his arms, not sleeves or anything, but artistic nevertheless in their strategic placement. The hair on his chest was close to the same sandy blond as his shaggy mane and the beard and mustache set close to his face.

  His eyes watched her. At a distance they appeared to be in unity as far as color was concerned, but upon closer inspection one discovered that one eye was blue and the other was green. She found this characteristic in him intriguing and sexy.

  She’d only seen that once before on a man whose name she couldn’t recall. Over the years she’d racked her brains trying to remember his name and wished she’d memorized the phone number he gave her before Saul had smashed her phone.

  Greyson’s hard cock was swollen with lust, and his balls looked squishy and enticing from where they rested behind a golden nest of hair. Her mouth watered profusely.

  When Diego ran his hand up Greyson’s strong, hairy thigh, she creamed hard in her panties.

  “Isn’t he breathtaking?” Diego murmured.

  She swallowed the overflow of saliva. “Yes, Master.”

  “Do you want his cock in your mouth?”

  She nodded, feeling her cunt explode with dampness.

  “Then what are you waiting for? Take off your clothes.”

  Her head bowed and her fingers shook as she fumbled with her fly.

  “Just down to your bra and underwear,” Greyson put in.

  Why not completely? She believed him when he said he wanted her. Maybe he was permitting her some kind of vague security in her lingerie rather than stripping her bare when she seemed nervous.

  Now what the hell was she supposed to call him?

  Mellie said nothing as she divested herself of her clothes until she stood before them in only her black bra and panties. She was glad they matched.

  “Get in bed, Melanie,” Diego commanded.

  Trembling, she climbed into bed with them and sat between Greyson’s splayed legs. His lusty essence filled her nose and dampened her slit.

  Diego grabbed her loose hair and wadded it in his hand to keep it out of her way.

  “Thank you.” In her flurry of nerves and wild anticipation she forgot his title, but he didn’t reprimand her for it.

  She closed her eyes and placed a delicate kiss on Greyson’s scrotum. His muted gasp gave her confidence. She only opened her eyes in between each tender kiss she dropped all over his soft testes. They quickly became solid beneath her doting lips. She nuzzled the taut sac with her nose, taking in his scent and savoring the silky flesh against her skin.

  Her eyes watered when she thought of this closed off man afraid for his life. It would take a terrifying situation to ever truly horrify a fearless man like Greyson. Her heart broke for him.

  She quickly pushed the troubling thought away before she started blubbering all over his balls. He probably wouldn’t appreciate that.

  Moving from his sac, she let her lips travel up his growing length in soft, warm kisses that had Greyson moaning lightly. She dragged her tongue from the root of his cock all the way up to the hump beneath the crown. His breathless gasp spurred her on. She teased the sensitive hump for a bit, flicking her tongue against it swiftly and then swirling sensual circles all over it. Greyson’s responsive noises and the way his dick bobbed with eagerness beneath her licking made her smile.

  Diego held her hair the entire time, crooning the occasional word of praise to her.

  Mellie touched her tongue to Greyson’s slit, soaking up his pearly desire on her taste buds. She licked his glans clean and bathed his molten flesh all over. When she finally took him in her mouth, his hips bucked a little and a mangled gasp rushed from him.

  When had Saul met Greyson? Was it before or after he’d gone out with her?

  She purged the questions from her mind to better focus on giving Greyson head and to keep Diego from picking up on the fact that she was teetering between concentration on what she was doing and being stuck in her head.

  Loving on Greyson’s private flesh with her mouth touched her deeply even as it got her hot and bothered. She tasted the salty, masculine essence of his pre-cum and sucked him harder. She kept the suction relatively light, being careful not to touch his right thigh where his knife wound was.

  When she came up to tease the hump a little, she gave him a shy smile, feeling strengthened when he smiled back at her. It was a small one, but the smile was genuine.

  Her joy faded when she noticed the tattoo on his left inner thigh. It was Diego’s name scrawled in fancy black font, which was sweet and romantic, but the location brought Saul’s words barreling back to her.

  “You should see the scar I left on his inner thigh years ago. I cut him so he would never forget who he belongs to. I bet you it’s still there.”

  It probably was, but Diego’s name covered the scar. The combination of tragedy, affection, and catharsis made her eyes spill over. She squeezed them shut and sucked Greyson fervently. Despite her voracious nomming on his swollen dick, a few stray tears managed to stream down her cheeks before pinging gently onto his erection. Hopefully he didn’t feel them. Fortunately he was likely too riled up sexually to notice.

  Greyson clawed at the sheets, but he didn’t reach for her. His heavy breathing and Diego’s knuckles grinding into her scalp were convincing incentives to keep going. She felt Greyson’s penis expand with his surging cum. His steady pulse became a hard, erratic throb as his cock pounded with his release. She let him erupt the hot bath of his semen into her mouth and then sucked it all down.

  He breathed a few cuss words and lay against the mattress and the pillows, panting hard.

  “Well done, dolce,” Diego praised as he let go of her hair and then rubbed her back.

  She smiled, glad that her tears were subtle. Bending her head, she laid a gentle kiss on the tattoo of Diego’s name that covered the scar on Greyson’s leg from long ago. A tinge of pain and susceptibility surfaced in his beautiful eyes when her gaze met his. She had no high ground with him. Her eyes were filled with tears, the tiny streams of which incriminated her where they revealed themselves on her cheeks.

  “I should get breakfast started.” She turned her back and dressed quickly.

  “Thank you for that,” Greyson said quietly.

  “Thank you for letting me suck you,” she returned. “I’ll have breakfast ready soon.”

  She left quickly, probably baffling Diego. Greyson definitely understood. She knew without even asking that he did.

  * * * *

  Greyson sat on the cushioned wicker chair out on the deck, soaking up the sunshine. The sun felt good where it beat down warm and enveloping on his skin. The padded cushion felt firm yet squishy beneath his ass. He couldn’t help noticing everything with all five of his senses even better than before.

  The horizon was a faint blue that gradually deepened in color the higher up into the sky he looked. The seamless merging of the different shades reminded him of a rainbow that consisted entirely of blue. He’d never make such an observation aloud. It sounded far too corny.

  The golden prairie grass swayed gently like the rippling waves of a sea whenever a strong enough breeze blew through it. The grasslands were mostly still today as the sunlight radiated through them and made the gold stand out all the more in the brightness of day.

  Rays of light flickered on the surface of the lake, reminding him of paparazzi sitting their asses on the cameras and clicking like mad when
a celebrity walked by.

  When he inhaled, it was the subtle sweetness and earthy warmth of dried grass and sunshine baking the land that filled his lungs. The kiss of nocturnal flowers floated in and he knew Melanie was nearby. He looked over his shoulder and saw her standing there, a little timid.

  “I don’t bite…outside the bedroom,” he teased.

  Her full, lovely lips swiveled upward and an alluring dusting of pink rouged her cheeks for a brief moment as she joined him on the deck.

  “Good to know. How is your leg now that they took the stitches out?”

  “It’s better.”

  He watched her walk over to the railing and look out over the land. The breeze gently fluffed her soft, wavy brown hair and cast her womanly scent of flowers and delicate female flesh toward him. A twitch in his shaft had his formerly innocent thoughts drifting to hedonistic places.

  “Why didn’t you tell me Saul Finch was your first boyfriend?”

  That got her attention. She turned to face him. “I told your brothers and Diego. I’m sorry. I thought you knew.”

  “How old were you when you went with him?”

  “Eighteen.”

  Damn. She was so young back then when she’d been with him—too young to be thrown to such a diabolical wolf.

  “How long were you with him?”

  “A little over a year and a half.”

  How the fuck had she lasted that long with the snake?

  “Did you use him to get knocked up for that undeserving couple?”

  She winced. “Yeah.”

  Greyson looked her in the eye a little deeper and gentled his pitch. “Did he ever force himself on you?”

  “No. Everything he did to me I let him do.”

  “Why?”

  She hesitated, looking like she’d asked herself the same question dozens of times before. “I wanted to heal him.”

  “So you would do anything to take away someone’s pain?”