Blood covered his hands. He looked down at his hands as the vision flashed before his mind. No blood, just the scars.
“You spent the night in a f**king jail cell and didn’t have the good sense to call your family?” Cade bit out roughly. “What the hell’s got into you lately?”
Sam could hear the echo of Cade’s nightmares in his voice. A cell. The pain, the rage, and a madman’s laughter.
“I don’t need you to baby-sit me, Cade.” Sam almost winced at the sound of his own voice, but a cold, hidden core inside his soul suddenly hardened further, making itself plainly visible.
Cade’s eyes flashed silver with his anger. His expression hardened, his large body tensing as Marly watched them both in confusion.
“Sam, we were concerned.” Marly’s softly spoken chastisement pricked at his conscience.
He wiped his hands over his face, shaking his head as he tried to still the demons fighting inside him.
“I’m sorry,” he bit out. “It’s been a helluva week.”
“Sam.” He felt her move, his arms going around her instinctively as she moved into his lap.
Oh God. He trembled, feeling the warmth, the gentle weight cuddling against his chest. He opened his eyes, looking directly into those of his brother. There was no jealousy, no anger that she was in his arms.
Cade watched his lover with lust mixed in with his anger at him, for him. A lust Sam felt for her. A lust he felt for Brock’s lover, Sarah. Needs and desires both men, he knew, shared for the woman Sam had yet to claim for his own…Heather.
For now, Marly was in his arms, and as always the demons stilled, though his heart ached. Ached for himself, for Cade and Brock, and for Marly. He felt her lips at his neck, as soothing and soft, as hot and sweet as they would be for his brother.
“Marly.” He swallowed tightly, his hands tightening on her waist as she moved to straddle his body.
The soundproof window was secured between the back and front of the limo. The special design of each compartment afforded the brothers their privacy from the bodyguards in the front.
“Sam.” She clasped his cheeks between her slender hands.
Her blue eyes were wide, bottomless and filled with such love. She knew his needs. She knew of the dark demons, the nightmares, the anger and fear that filled all of them. And he wanted to scream out in agony. It shouldn’t be her place to ease his pain. And yet she did. God help him, but it did ease him. It eased his soul.
He laid his head against the back of the seat, feeling her lips move over his neck, her fingers loosening his shirt. His hands tightened on her waist as her tongue stroked over the vein throbbing at his throat. Her teeth scraped it, sending his blood pressure soaring.
Then she was moving lower, her mouth removing the horrifying memories that pounded at his brain, blocking out the horror of his own screams. Her small moans, her warm hands touching him. He looked at Cade as he felt his jeans being loosened.
The other man was watching his lover with swirling gray eyes. The dark rage of his own memories was gone, replaced by lust and love. Sam buried his hands in the thick length of Marly’s hair as she opened his jeans, releasing the thick length of his cock.
His body jerked. “Fuck. Marly.” Her mouth closed over the throbbing head with heated moisture, suckling pressure.
He saw Cade grimace at the erotic sight. Sam looked down at Marly, seeing her kneeling between his thighs, her mouth working over the dark shaft of his cock. Heat, pressure, moist strokes of incredible sensual pleasure.
“She’s killing me,” he gasped out to his brother as she tugged at the waist of his jeans.
She moaned around his cock, taking the head to her throat before pulling back and going down on him again. Lightning sizzled on his flesh, the stroke of her tongue, the delicate scrape of her teeth, just the way he liked it. And for a moment there was peace.
He lifted his hips, helping her to drag the material down his thighs, her lips never loosening from his cock, though her hand, warm and teasing, began to play sensually with his scrotum.
“She kills us all,” Cade whispered.
There was no jealousy, no sense of anger or reluctance. Pleasure swirled around them, heating the interior of the enclosed space, dampening their skin with the heat of passion despite the steady surge of cool air from the air conditioning ducts beneath the seat.
Sam watched as Cade moved then. His hands went to the zipper at the back of her short dress. The rasping sound of its release tightened Sam’s muscles. The thought of what was coming nearly destroying his control. His c**k jerked, spilling a small measure of his seed into Marly’s greedy mouth.
She moaned, her lips stilling, her tongue flickering, probing at the sensitive skin beneath the head of his cock. He shuddered, his hands tightening in her hair as Cade lowered the straps at her shoulders, removing the dress she wore.
“Come here, baby,” Cade whispered heatedly as he drew her away from the sensual feast she was making of Sam’s cock.
The loss of pleasure was almost a physical pain. He gripped his desperate flesh, stroking it slowly as he watched Cade undress the little vixen. She smiled, a sensual, pleasured smile as the dress was pulled from her body, leaving her clad only in themidnight thong she wore over her bare cunt.
Sam’s mouth watered. He didn’t wait on Cade, but reached out, pulling the scrap of fabric from her body as Cade held her steady between his thighs, her back arched against his chest. The minute the thong dropped to the floorboard, Sam spread her thighs, going to his knees before her and burying his mouth in her dripping pu**y.
Slick, heated honey met his intimate kiss as his tongue plunged inside her. She shuddered, crying out in pleasure as he lifted her legs, positioning them over his shoulders as he and Cade kept her suspended between the two of them.
She was chanting Cade’s name, and as Sam looked up, he could see the hard, male fingers that pulled and caressed her long ni**les, the hands that cupped the full mounds of her br**sts. He licked at her cunt, f**king into it with a rapacious tongue as his hands gripped and separated the cheeks of her ass.
She twisted against his mouth as his fingers found the wide base of the lubricated butt plug inserted up her anus. She was ready for them. Had known, had wanted to give him the gift of her passion, the ease that came with it.
“Cade. I can’t wait.” He was desperate to thrust into her, to feel the heated, tight grip of her hot, forbidden channel.