Chapter Five

Chapter FiveKaleb kicked my legs apart, snapped off my thong, and shoved two fingers inside me.I gasped, my inner walls squeezing the digits.“Yeah, she’s ready.” Kaleb withdrew his fingers. A zipper lowered. A wrapper crinkled. Something blunt and warm bumped my folds. Hands grabbed my throbbing ass tight enough to hurt.Anticipation pumped through me, and my heart raced a mile—A fat cock rammed into me, driving unbearably deep, stretching and filling me so damn perfectly.Kaleb powered in and out of my pussy, his balls slapping me with each lunge. Each grunt was as feral and primitive as the animalistic way with which he took me.My eyes drifted shut with the pleasure, my head drooping.A hand delved into my hair, fisted, and snatched up my head. “Look at me,” said Trace. “I want your eyes while he fucks you.”His own eyes held mine with such mind-melting intensity that I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to.“My handprints look good on her ass,” said Kaleb.Trace grinned. “I’ll have to add my own. Maybe bruise it up some. So she won’t be able to sit down without thinking of us.”“Now there’s an idea.” Kaleb’s grip tightened. “So fucking tempted to blow my load all over her ass. I could even use my finger to shove some of my come up there.”“Hmm, she’d likely bitch at you for that.”“That wouldn’t get my come out of her ass, though, would it?”I choked on a moan as Kaleb switched his angle, hitting a delicious spot inside me. I was gonna implode soon, and I knew it. There’d be no holding out. Not with him slamming so deep. Not with Trace’s tight hold on my hair. Not with how used and powerless I felt. Not with the way they again talked around me like I had no other purpose than to be taken; no other value than as a hole to be fucked.I flexed my grip on the table’s steel bar, loving how hard Kaleb took me. So many sounds rang through the room. The jingling of the cuffs. The slapping of flesh on flesh. His grunts and groans. My moans and whimpers. Trace’s soft words of praise that brushed over my skin. The comments the two men exchanged.I didn’t realize my eyes had once more drifted shut until Trace tugged on my hair and snapped, “Open.” A hand lightly tapped my face, making my eyelids flip upward and my pussy spasm. The latter reaction took me by complete surprise.Kaleb grunted. “She liked whatever you just did.”Trace’s eyes narrowed in speculation. “That so? Interesting. Let’s see just how rough she likes it.” He tightened his hold on my hair until my scalp burned, and my body reacted as I knew it would—fluttering around and squeezing the dick plowing into me.Another grunt from Kaleb. “She liked that as well.”Trace experimented more—yanking even harder on my hair, squeezing my jaw tight, biting into my cheek, collaring my throat, tapping my face a little harder—building the tension inside me until it became as agonizing as it was pleasurable.I fractured. Out of nowhere. The orgasm didn’t creep up on me, it burst over me. I screamed and bucked and arched, completely swept up in the pleasure.Once my release subsided, I collapsed against the table, panting. I felt all floaty and warm and dreamy, paying no real attention to Kaleb pulling out of me, or the unlocking of the cuffs, or even the words that he and Trace exchanged.Then … well, it all happened so fast, so fluidly. My hands were cuffed again—this time behind my back. I was lifted, moved, turned. And I found myself leaning back into Kaleb, who’d perched his butt on the edge of the table behind us. He hooked my knees over the crooks of his elbows to hold my legs up and spread them.In front of me, a now-shirtless Trace was rolling a condom over the cock he’d whipped out of his slacks. “Keep her still for me.” He tugged down the front of my dress, baring my breasts to the cool air. “Better.” He tilted my hips, inched his dick into my pussy, and took a punishing hold of my still-sore ass.Kaleb scraped his teeth over the crook of my neck. “Make her take it all.” He sank his teeth down just as Trace slammed his cock so deep I flinched.I was swollen inside from my orgasm, but he’d forced his way in and, Jesus, he rode. Me. Hard. Kept on pounding and pounding and pounding.Kaleb’s mouth grazed my ear. “I didn’t like seeing you talk to Remy. I didn’t like knowing he was sitting there imagining all the things he wanted to do to you.” He sucked on my neck, and my core clenched.Trace softly swore and upped his pace from fast to aggressive, ramming harder. He used me just as Kaleb had—brutally, coldly, without apology.Meanwhile, Kaleb ravished my neck, exploiting every weak spot. The wet rasp of his tongue, the puff of his breath, the graze of his lips, the nip and scrape of his teeth—all of it spiced the pleasure of every stab of Trace’s cock.Again, they spoke around me. I didn’t take in the words. Drunk on feel-good chemicals, I didn’t care about anything other than finding my release. It was coming up on me fast, making my breathing pick up and my heart race.A finger rolled around my clit just as Trace’s hand snapped around my throat and squeezed.I came hard, so caught up in the blinding pleasure that I was barely aware of Trace following right behind me.Sex-drunk from my orgasms, I didn’t register much of what happened next. By the time I came to, I was sat on Kaleb’s lap on the chair he’d earlier vacated, my dress put to rights. Trace was perched on the seat beside us, massaging my now-uncuffed wrists and promising he’d rub some lotion on my burning ass in a few moments.Dammit, did they have to be so sweet? It couldn’t be denied that these guys were keepers. And it did not make my chest hurt that I wouldn’t be the one to keep them.***As I pulled up near the intercom post of my dads’ house the following afternoon, my phone began to ring via the car’s Bluetooth. I glanced at the vehicle’s touch screen. Alondra.My mouth set into a thin line. I could guess what this was about. It was tempting to ignore her, but she’d only keep calling. Or even contact Ansel to ask him to tell me to call her—I didn’t want that.Answering using the car’s Bluetooth, I said, “Hi, Mom.”“Did I not tell you to stay away from Trace Lacroix?”I rolled my eyes and leaned out of the window to press the code into the post’s keypad. “I am well, thanks for asking. How’re things going with you?” The tall gate slid aside, and I drove forward.Ignoring that, she went on, “I have it on good authority that you did the exact opposite of keep your distance from him.”“Yeah, so?”“So you ignored me.”“And I’m clueless as to why, given my general character, you thought that I’d do anything other than exactly what I please.” It was honestly like she was new here or something.“I told you what kind of man he is.”I only sighed.“Does it not concern you that he uses women?” she impatiently snapped. “It should.”“You seem concerned enough for both of us, so …”She let out a sound of pure feminine exasperation. “Must you be so dismissive?”“Must you feel the need to involve yourself in something that is absolutely none of your business?”“What mother wouldn’t involve herself in a situation where a man is using her child to get to her?”Finally reaching the end of the long driveaway, I pulled up near Ansel’s car. “I don’t know if you truly believe that Trace has any actual interest in you or if you just want me to believe it, but I can confidently state that you’re not on his radar. Not in any sense. He made that very clear to me. And, from the conversation I overheard you have with him in LA, he also made it abundantly clear to you. Now do us both a favor and butt out of my business. It shouldn’t be too hard. You forget I exist when it suits you.” I hung up.The woman was an honest-to-God’s trial.As a kid, I’d struggled to understand how she and Ansel could ever have been married. They were so different from each other, particularly considering he was laidback and courteous and had a strong dislike for drama.Once I reached adulthood, he’d answered the many questions he’d once evaded about their relationship. It turned out that Alondra had put on a pretense when they first met. A pretense that fizzled away during their two-year-long marriage. A marriage that he was positive would never have lasted even if he hadn’t fallen for Troy.Plastering a serene smile on my face so that my dads wouldn’t sense that I was in a funk, I dropped my phone into my purse, exited the car, and crossed to the front door of the massive stately mansion. It was Troy who answered, wearing his usual crooked smile.Affection flooded me. I knew that some people didn’t understand why I’d call him ‘Dad’ when he wasn’t my biological father, but I didn’t see how that was at all relevant. He was as much a father to me as Ansel.“Hey, darling girl, come on through.” Troy kissed my cheek as I entered.His cologne washed over me, as comforting as his rich brown eyes that always held a smile. The tall, broad, dark-skinned male had been a model in his early years before falling into acting. He’d been scouted as a teen.Right then, I admired his gold shirt, the cuffs black like the tip of his collar. It was stylish and edgy like most of his wardrobe. He rarely wore simple tees or sweaters. “Love the shirt. It’s very you.”“When do I not look good?” he asked, closing the door.“Rarely,” I replied, teasing him.He gave me a look of mock offense. “The answer is ‘never.’”“Uh-huh.”He sniffed, leading the way into the fabulous kitchen. “Our daughter is criticizing my dress sense.”Ansel looked up from the vegetable he was slicing on the cutting board, his brow lifting.I gave Troy’s hard chest a poke. “I did no such thing. Stop trying to stir the pot.” Crossing to Ansel, I kissed his bristly cheek. “Hey, Dad.”“Hello, baby.” He set down the knife, turned away from the countertop, and gave me a quick hug, enveloping me in his thick arms. He was even taller and broader than Troy. Just one big, blond teddy bear. “Hope you’re hungry,” he added, releasing me.“Starving.” Especially now that I was breathing in air laced with the scents of herbs and spices. I came for dinner at least once a week, sometimes bringing along one of my friends if they weren’t busy. No one turned down an opportunity to enjoy Ansel’s cooking unless they had to.“Need any help?”Ansel shook his head. “No, you just sit and relax.”I gratefully accepted a glass of wine from Troy as we both took a seat at the breakfast bar.Eyes the same blue-green as mine flicked to me. “Everything going well with work?”I nodded. “Yep, I’m having fun with my current project. What about you two?”We fired casual questions at each other, catching up and exchanging funny anecdotes. But I differed from all three of my parents in one very essential way—I was terrible at acting. So I wasn’t all that surprised when both men turned to me, their expressions full of concern.Troy nudged me. “Tell us what’s wrong.” It was a sweet invitation to confide, not a nosy demand.I flicked a hand. “It’s not important.”“It is if it’s bothering you.” Ansel slightly adjusted the position of a pot lid. “What happened?”“Nothing terrible, I promise.”“That doesn’t mean it isn’t relevant.” Ansel crossed to the other side of the breakfast bar and leaned across it, planting his lower arms on its surface. “Let it out, baby. You know you’ll feel better for offloading it.”“I also know that it won’t make great dinner conversation.”“Dinner’s not quite ready yet, so we can talk about this before we eat. Then you can enjoy the rest of your evening instead of mentally chewing on whatever’s bothering you.”“Talk to us,” coaxed Troy, squeezing my arm. “What is it?”I rubbed at my face. “Alondra. Need I say more?”Ansel’s mouth firmed. “She hasn’t done another interview where she’s presented herself as the perfect mother, has she?”“No.” I took a swig of my wine. “You know who Trace Lacroix is, right?”“Of course,” replied Ansel. “I don’t know him well, but I’ve met him a few times at events and award ceremonies.”“I only spoke to him once,” began Troy, “but he seems like a nice enough guy. Why?”I set down my glass. “He’s a member of the Vault.” My dads knew about the place and the arrangements that formed there—their friends who frequented the club had told them a little. “He sometimes visits the basement. We … hooked up there. Alondra found out, and she’s now in a snit. It seems to me she hates that a guy who turned her down is looking my way.”Grimacing, Ansel scratched as his stubbled cheek. “Ah.”“She warned me away from him, but I ignored that warning. Hence why she called me just as I arrived here and gave me a ration of shit. She swears he only slept with me to get at her.”“Is that the impression you got from him?” asked Troy.I gave my head a sharp shake. “Not at all. But you know Alondra—she believes everything is about her.”Troy twisted his lips. “I remember hearing that she attempted to bag him.”I felt my brows meet. “Bag him? I thought she just wanted to take him for a sexual spin.”“That might have originally been all she wanted,” said Troy. “But it was as if the more he shrugged off her advances, the more he intrigued her and the more determined she became to have him. Also, he was as hot property back then as he is now. As you know, she likes having such men on her arm. I think she would have held onto him for at least a short while if he’d have been willing, but he quite simply had no interest in her.”“Men have rebuffed her advances before, but she took it more personally with Trace,” said Ansel. “Think of it from her somewhat narcissistic perspective. She’s been in the acting business much longer than he has. She has several awards under her belt, is widely regarded as a sex symbol, has starred in many epic movies, and is considered a legend by some. In her view, he should think himself lucky that she showed interest in him; he should not only be flattered by her attention but tripping all over himself in an effort to keep it. Except it didn’t work out that way.”Troy nodded. “Even back then, Trace was neither impressed nor intimidated by her level of success or fame. She took that as a personal insult.”“She also started a rumor that he was gay,” said Ansel. “Maybe to save face because she was embarrassed by how he spurned her, or maybe because she decided that that had to be the case. Not many people see it, but she has a fragile ego.”Very fragile. “The fame, attention, and admiration do a good job of stroking it.”“Yes, but Trace inadvertently kicked it,” said Ansel. “That he’d want you but not her will no doubt be difficult for her to accept. She cares for you about as much as she’s capable of caring for anyone, but she sees all women as competition—even you.”“I know.” Sighing, I braced an elbow on the breakfast bar’s countertop and cupped my nape. “It’s gotten worse over the years.”“Because she’s getting older,” said Troy. “She feels it. Sees it. And she’s scared of it. The whole time she’s dealing with the signs of aging, you’re blossoming more and more, reminding her that she isn’t so young anymore. Her ego is currently more sensitive than it has ever been.”“But that isn’t your problem, baby,” Ansel told me. “It’s hers. Don’t take on her pain. Don’t accommodate it. If you genuinely like Trace, you have every right to pursue a relationship with him.”Whoa, had he gotten the wrong idea. I cleared my throat. “Um, there’s no relationship. We slept together. Twice. That’s it.” Sadly. “It kind of sucks that I found a guy who can’t be seduced by my mother but has no interest in a relationship.”Straightening, Ansel frowned. “None whatsoever?”“It doesn’t seem like it, given how anti-arrangement he is. When he does make the jump, he’ll only be interested in being part of a triad.”Troy’s brows winged up in surprise. “Triad?”I nodded. “He and his very close friend like to share women.”“By close friend, you mean the very delicious Kaleb Westley?”Ansel shot Troy a hard look. “Delicious?”“I’m not wrong, and you know it. His voice is a liquid wet dream.” Troy turned back to me. “I’m guessing it is him, as they’re seen together a lot.”“It’s him,” I confirmed.A smile brightened Troy’s eyes. “So, am I also right in thinking that it wasn’t only Trace who you had fun with at the Vault?”I took another swig of my wine. “No, you’re not right.”He chuckled. “You little bullshitter. You went and had yourself a threesome, didn’t you? Hey, we’re not going to judge. We’re not in a position to, even if we wanted to.”I lifted a hand, palm out. “I think we’ve talked enough about my personal life for one evening.”“That means yes,” Troy chuckled again.Ansel’s lips twitched. “I’d say so.”This was the problem with having fathers who were also your best friends. They didn’t mind discussing the most private topics with you. “Let’s just change the subject.”“At least tell us if you enjoyed yourself,” said Troy. “Come on, your daddies didn’t raise no prude.”“I’m not having this conversation with you.”Troy shot me a sour look and took a sip of his wine. “Kill-joy.”“I’m not a kill-joy, I’d just rather not talk about my sex life right now.”“So you’ll tell us later?”“No.”“Then, when?”I threw him an exasperated look. “Can you not just drop this?”“It’s too much fun watching you get all flustered.”“I’d dare you to tell me about all of your sexual escapades, but you wouldn’t hesitate.”Troy put down his glass. “Sex is not a taboo subject. People should be free to talk about it without shame. Now come on, give me some details about your time with Kaleb and Trace.”“Oh my God, will you stop bugging me?”“I don’t think I can. I’m a creature of habit.”That was when I grabbed a slice of tomato from the cutting board and threw it at him. He only laughed, the shit.