Maya Banks - Colters’ Lady

Dillon’s fingers dug into her sides, tighter until she was sure she’d bear his marks.

Faster and more frantic, he pushed himself inside her until she felt his balls slap against her clit. Then he went tense all over and strained, holding himself as deep as he could go. A huge shudder rolled through his big body, and he spasmed against her.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to the center of her back. “Did I hurt you?” She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “I know you’d never hurt me.”

“This might be a little uncomfortable,” he said, regret in his voice. He leaned back and then eased himself from the tight clasp of her body.

Her knees shook so badly that she threatened to buckle. Michael caught her shoulders and gently turned her until she was on her back again.

He lowered himself until he half covered her, his body warm and flush against hers.

“Where do you like to be touched?” he asked softly. “Tell me how to please you, Lily.” Heat brushed her cheeks, but she met his gaze, emboldened by the approval and true desire to please her she found in his eyes.

“Here,” she whispered as she cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. “And here.” She gestured toward the spot on her neck below her ear—the part that drove her insane when it was nibbled at. “And here.” She lowered her hand to delve between her legs and rub over her clit.

“Mmm. I can’t wait to taste all three,” Michael said throatily.

He angled his head and grazed his teeth along the column of her neck until her entire body was bathed in goosebumps. He nipped and sucked and kissed, tormenting her endlessly until she writhed uncontrollably beneath him.

Then he turned his attention to her breasts, blowing air over her nipples and watching them pucker into taut little beads.

He flicked his tongue out and licked lightly at the tips, taking turns going from one to the other. She whimpered and raised her chest, trying to make him take them into his mouth.

He chuckled and merely nipped at them, teasing and taunting her until she growled her frustration.

“I want you so on edge that the minute I slide into you, you fall over,” he murmured against her nipple.

“Oh God, I’m already there,” she said in a strangled voice.

“No. But you will be.”

He started at her breastbone and licked his way down to her navel, rimmed the shallow indention and then continued down until he kissed the sensitive skin right above her soft curls at the apex of her legs.

“Open for me, sweetheart.”

She parted her legs, her breath hitching in her throat when his dark head dipped and his mouth found her, hot and wet. Her pussy ached from Seth’s and Dillon’s loving, but Michael’s mouth soothed the discomfort away. He licked and sucked, driving her swiftly up the rise to another orgasm. He tongued her entrance and slid inside with gentle little pushes.

His mouth was pure magic. He had infinite patience and excellent instinct for what made her feel good and what drove her crazy. And he was committed to making the experience all about her.

Her fingers curled into the sheet, and she closed her eyes when warm hands smoothed over her belly and up to her breasts. Her eyes flew open to see Seth and Dillon on either side of her, their hands coaxing over her skin.

As Michael continued his sensual feast between her legs, Dillon and Seth lowered their mouths to her breasts. They each took a nipple between their teeth and sucked inward until both began a rhythmic pull that had her completely mindless.

She was hovering on the edge, so close to going over, when Michael pulled his head away. She moaned her protest and he smiled down at her.

“Just a minute, sweetheart. I promise. I have to get you ready to take me. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

He picked up the tube of lubricant that Dillon had used and spread a liberal amount in his hand. He rolled on a condom with his other and applied the lubricant to the entire surface of his cock. Then he pressed his fingers between her legs and dipped inside her, easing the passage with the remaining gel.

When he fit himself to her, she realized he was bigger than both Seth and Dillon. He stretched experimentally, and she held her breath as she battled the intense pleasure and anticipation as well as the slight discomfort his entry caused her.

Michael paused and held still, but she could feel him so big and swollen within her. “Breathe, baby.

I’m taking it slow. Look at me.”

She found his gaze and stretched her arms high over her head. She arched upward, pushing her breasts more firmly against Dillon’s and Seth’s mouths. Her sensual cat-like movements pushed a growl from Michael’s throat. Did she even know how beautiful she was? Did she know that with only a look he was completely and utterly lost?

“Move with me,” he whispered. “Come with me, Lily.”

She wrapped her legs tightly around him and tilted her hips to receive him more deeply.

Slowly. So tenderly that tears crowded her eyes, Michael rocked into her. Each push stretched her to accommodate him. Each retreat tugged at her insides as her pussy gripped him, reluctant to let go.

Dillon nipped sharply at her nipple while Seth sucked with hard tugs. Michael worked himself deeper until he was so fully lodged inside her that moving was near an impossibility.

Then he slipped his fingers between them and found her clit. He thumbed over it, rotating in a tight circle as he inched back and forth.

The friction of his cock stroking through her tight tissues combined with the pressure on her clitoris and the dual assault on her breasts was more than she could bear.

She came apart in a sudden burst, sharp and unrelenting. She tumbled over the edge and began a freefall that was dizzying for its speed and height.

She went liquid around Michael’s cock, and suddenly he could move with much more ease. He stroked harder and faster until she was sobbing with the enormity of her orgasm.

Time slowed. The room blurred. She lost awareness of everything but mind-bending pleasure that bordered on very real pain. Never before had she been taken on such an intense sexual ride. Her experience to now had been sweet. Soft. Unthreatening. Comforting, even. Predictable.

She didn’t know it could be this way. Didn’t realize that she could lose control so completely.

She flew. This was what it felt like to be free and to face the wind. She never wanted to go back. She wanted to grab onto this—to them—and hold on forever.

Air blew cold on her face, and she realized her cheeks were wet with tears. And still she could make no sense of her surroundings.

Gradually she became aware of soothing hands and gentle voices saying such sweet things to her. She was beautiful. She was incredible.

She smiled and closed her eyes as she absorbed the feeling of being at peace. For the first time in so very long, she could feel the hole in her heart close just a little bit.

Healing and forgiveness were necessities of life. And in the arms of the Colter brothers, she began to believe that she just might have both.

Lily was still sleeping soundly, curled into a ball in the middle of the bed, her head buried in a mound of pillows when the brothers dressed and crept silently from the room the next morning.

Michael avoided making eye contact with Seth and Dillon as they walked quietly to the kitchen.

Dillon took out ingredients for a quick breakfast while Seth sat at the bar. The silence was so smothering that even the slightest noise Dillon made was like a cannon shot.

Michael sighed. “Okay, so who’s going to bring it up first?”

“Bring what up?” Dillon muttered.

Seth glanced sharply at Dillon. “Don’t be an ass. We might as well get it out in the open now before Lily wakes up. If we have issues, now is the time to discuss them so they don’t cause problems later.” Dillon shrugged. “Look, I don’t have a problem. Am I always going to want to make love to her with you two in the picture? Hell no. But I doubt you want that any more than I do. It was important to her that she not show preference by making love to one of us first. If that makes her feel at ease with the situation then I’m all for it. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.”

“Never thought I’d say this, but I agree one hundred percent with you, Dillon,” Michael said.

Seth nodded slowly. “So do I. Right now, I’ll do anything to make her more comfortable. We have plenty of time to work the kinks out of our relationship as we go.”

“So what’s on everyone’s agenda this morning?” Dillon asked as he dished up the bacon and eggs onto plates.

Dillon always was the planner. It was why he was so damn successful at everything he tried. He planned to the nth degree, and he followed through. He didn’t know the meaning of the word fail. If he wanted it, he went after it.

“Lily needs to get into the clinic if you can arrange it, Michael, but the problem is, I can’t take her.

I’ve got a meeting with my accountant that’ll probably take most of the day. I have to get my taxes squared away and take care of my quarterlies while I’m at it. Going to be a long damn day.” Michael grimaced. Dillon got downright cranky when it came to money. Funny, considering how easily he seemed to be able to make it. He had a Midas touch when it came to enterprise. He could take any business and turn it around or get it off the ground. Not everyone knew it, but Dillon damn near owned most of Clyde in one way or another.