The McGilley Trilogy Page 2

  “God damn it,” he swore as the jerk ignored Kayla’s struggles. Rising from his seat, he muttered, “Excuse me,” to his friends before elbowing his way through the crowd, his thunderous expression helping to clear the way.

  Kayla pulled her arm again, but Stephen refused to let go and she knew by his tight grip she was going to have bruises tomorrow. Damn it, this was her fault. If she hadn’t been so preoccupied with dividing her attention between simply having fun and cutting loose and keeping one eye on the only man she seemed to want tonight, she would’ve taken more notice of her actions and how her partner was taking them. She had dated Stephen briefly over two years ago, but like most of the other guys her age, he had been too self-centered for her to want to spend much time with him, especially in bed.

  “Let me go, Stephen. I’m not going anywhere with you, especially someplace private,” she snapped for about the fourth time.

  “That’s not what your body’s been telling me, baby. Come on, quit playing the bitchy tease and let’s go out to my car.”

  Before Kayla could say anything, a familiar forearm and hand latched onto Stephen’s wrist and simply twisted. Kayla winced when Stephen yelped and dropped her arm, his angry attention turning from her to Brett who looked mad enough to spit nails.

  “Back off. Now.”

  Even Kayla had sense enough to shiver at that softly deceptive tone and the cold look in those green eyes, but she didn’t let his obvious anger stop her from taking advantage of his interference.

  “It’s about time you showed up for the dance you promised me,” Kayla said gaily before she addressed Stephen who stood staring mutinously at both Brett and her. “Thanks for the dance, Stephen, but the rest of my night is taken.” Reaching out, she took Brett’s hand, making it clear who she had every intention of spending it with.

  Brett waited until Stephen stomped off before turning his attention to the little minx grinning unabashedly up at him. In bare feet her head barely reached his chest and even though he knew she was twenty-six, she still looked like a kid just out of high school, something that had his gut clenching as he knew he was going to give in and give her one dance.

  “That situation was your fault, you know,” he admonished her.

  Kayla sighed. “Yes, I know, I admit it, okay? But if you hadn’t spurned me earlier, then I would have been paying more attention to the vibes I was giving off than on you, so you have to accept part of the blame.”

  Brett rolled his eyes and tugged her onto the dance floor. “Your reasoning is definitely flawed, but I’ll give you your one dance anyway.” Pulling her into his arms for the slow tune that just started, he added sternly, “One dance only, Kayla.”

  Looping her arms around his broad shoulders, Kayla pressed suggestively against him, his wide, hard chest providing the perfect cradle for her breasts. Molding her body to his, she swayed with him as he moved her about the floor with a skill she found exciting. Unable to resist, she feathered light kisses along his beard stubbed jaw as she rocked her pelvis against his. The bulge pressing against her mound was temptingly large and hard, much like the rest of him.

  “Are you sure that’s all you want, Brett?” she asked softly as she pressed closer to him.

  Brett lowered his hands to her ass and cupped her soft, surprisingly full buttocks. If she wanted to play with fire, he was going to show her how easily she could get burned. He was sure she was used to calling the shots with men, both in and out of bed. Hopefully letting her know she couldn’t manipulate him that easily would be enough to deter her from pursuing him. Not that he wasn’t flattered by the attention from such an attractive, sexy woman, but in the past eight years since his divorce, Brett had steered clear of women who would demand more from him than he was willing to give, and especially women who were too young, and too innocent to accept what he would demand from her when they had sex. Despite her flirtatious, open nature, there was an innocent naiveté about Kayla that was endearing and brought out his protective instincts, but was completely at odds from what he looked for when contemplating a brief, no strings attached sexual relationship.

  “The question is, are you sure you know what you’re doing when you come on to me, little one?” His cock hardened even more as he kneaded her buttocks, but he ignored his discomfort and focused on driving his point home. “You can’t handle more than one dance with me, little girl, so take what I’m offering then go back to your friends and forget about me.”

  Kayla shivered as his hard hands on her ass sent another gush of moisture seeping from her pussy and made her nipples tighten painfully. She was so aroused by his hands on her ass, his hard body holding her close and the dark glitter in his eyes that matched the dark threat of a sexual experience unlike anything she had had before, she could barely refrain from begging him to fuck her right then.

  “Yeah?” she breathed, rising on her toes to kiss him lightly on his stern mouth. “Prove it. Take me upstairs and show me what you like. Let me decide what I can handle and what I can’t.”

  The image of her upstairs, stripped and bent over, his cock buried inside her hot pussy as he kneaded her bare ass, only added to the torture his cock had been enduring since he first spotted her earlier this evening. But remembering the fifteen year age difference between them and how innocent she really was enough to cool his lust, reminding him she was about as far from the type of woman he usually dallied with as the earth was from the moon.

  Gripping her hair in a tight fist, he brought her head up and stated emphatically, “You won’t gain admittance upstairs, so don’t even try. What goes on up there is not for you.” Unable to let her go without tasting that lush mouth, he gave her a hint of what sex with him would be like. His mouth was as hard as his hands on her ass and in her hair, his lips demanding as he practically forced hers open and his tongue ruthless as he explored every recess of her mouth.

  Kayla moaned when his lips connected with hers then gasped softly when he kissed her with open mouth carnality, his mouth taking hers with hard pressure and mastery. It was a kiss unlike anything she had experienced before and from her body’s instant reaction, her response was unlike anything she had felt before. If this was meant to show her what sex would be like with him, she knew without a doubt she wouldn’t be disappointed or put off like he seemed to think she would be. By the time he had released her lips, she ached with a need so strong her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t been holding her up. If that kiss was meant as a deterrent, his intention backfired. Instead of being put off, she wanted more. She wanted it all, and she wanted it with him.

  Brett released her and, ignoring the dazed look in those expressive eyes, admonished, “Behave, Kayla, and make sure someone who hasn’t been drinking drives you home.”

  Kayla watched him walk away, anger replacing lust. Damn it, she wasn’t a child to be scolded by him. If he didn’t want her enough to overlook their age difference and her inexperience, then she’d find someone else who did. The problem was, she didn’t want anyone else, she wanted him. And Kayla wasn’t one to give up easily when she wanted something, or someone, bad enough.

  Chapter Two

  Brett crossed his ankle over his knee, leaned back in the wide leather chair and took a sip of his iced tea, his eyes on his brother, Donovan, and Crystal, a young woman who had just recently been given membership to their small club. For being tall and slender, she had a surprisingly lush ass, he mused as Donovan jerked her skirt up and bent her over the couch in front of him. Wielding a round, leather paddle, Brett watched as Donovan smacked those clenching cheeks several times, the snap of leather against bare skin easily heard over the quieter, softer background music played up here. By the look on Crystal’s face and from the sound of her cries, someone might think she found the pain from the paddle too much, but all they had to do was glance at the seam of her slit and see the moisture coating her swollen labia to know she was getting off on being spanked. Whether it was the pain induced pleasure she enjoyed, the public d
isplay or a combination of both, he didn’t know, nor did it matter. All that mattered was she was willing and Donovan was giving her want she came here for.

  Brett’s gaze shifted to his brother, noted the gentle way he caressed the swollen, red cheeks he had just abused before he slid his hand down to finger the warm depth of her pussy, his sole concentration on now bringing nothing but pleasure to his partner. It was good to see Donovan out and enjoying himself, something he and Colin tried to get him to do more often. His youngest brother spent way too much time with their horses, way too much time avoiding people and seeking out pleasure. Scarred both physically and emotionally from spending six weeks as an Iraqi prisoner before Brett and Colin had aided the military in rescuing him, Donovan had spent the past seven years trying to put the horrors he had witnessed and endured behind him. Whether it took another seven years or more, they would be by his side.

  Remodeling the upper floor of Casey’s to accommodate their diverse sexual activity had provided an outlet for all three brothers to exorcise their demons. Brett had wanted the spacious, open great room where they had constructed a hip-high, padded bench along one wall, long enough to accommodate several couples at once in any number of positions. The opposite wall was floor to ceiling mirrors to give everyone in between ample viewing opportunity. Leather sofas and chairs filled the space in between, nicely padded area rugs were disbursed around the room and dim, recessed lighting gave a touch of mystery to the atmosphere. The room was perfect for indulging his penchant for public sex. He loved watching and being watched as much as he did control and raising a pretty red hue on a bare ass.

  But more than giving him a place to indulge his kink, keeping his sexual activity here instead of going to either a woman’s place or his, helped keep whatever relationship he was in uninvolved on a personal level. He wasn’t opposed to taking a woman out for dinner before they ended up here, but ever since his bitter divorce eight years ago, he had no desire to form any permanent attachments.

  Down the hall were several playrooms. For those who wanted to invite others to join them there was the room with three king sized beds, one a four poster for those who enjoyed bondage. There was an office for role playing and a room equipped with a gynecologist table. Colin insisted on the fourth room being equipped with bondage equipment, and, even though Brett and Donovan enjoyed being dominant when it came to sex, they weren’t Doms like Colin was. Unlike Brett and Donovan, Colin would like nothing better than to have a full time sub at his side, or kneeling at his feet. Unfortunately, his luck with women hadn’t been any better than Brett’s and if Colin couldn’t have the one woman he wanted above all others, he was content to play the field.

  Brett smiled when Crystal screamed, her hips moving in rhythm with Donovan’s fingers as he brought her to climax. As he released his engorged cock and plunged into her pussy, Brett glanced up and saw Carly coming back in from whatever room she had disappeared into with one of Colin’s cop friends. By the look of satisfaction on her pretty face, she looked like she had had a good time. Spotting him sitting alone, she grinned and sauntered towards him, her nipples bare and showcased in the cut out bra, her thong barely covering her mound.

  “Want me to help you with that?” she asked nodding towards the obvious bulge tenting his slacks.

  Having played with her several times in the past, Brett knew she had a very talented mouth and after the irrational jealousy he experienced when watching Kayla dancing, he was definitely in the mood to relieve some frustration. Releasing his cock into his hand, he slowly caressed his shaft, his eyes on hers as he replied, “I thought you’d never ask. On your knees, sweetheart.”

  Carly knelt between his spread thighs and shoved his hand aside, replacing it with her own before taking him into her warm, wet mouth. The feel of her lips closing around him, her tongue stroking him from root to tip, had his cock jerking in pleasure within seconds, his balls tightening up, his slit seeping onto her tongue. When she moaned around him, the vibration added to his pleasure and had him fisting his hands in her blond hair, controlling her movements.

  As much as he was enjoying Carly’s mouth on him, as much as he knew he was going to enjoy pulling her over his lap, reddening her ass then fucking her senseless, he couldn’t help but wonder how Kayla’s fuller lips would feel sucking him, imagine how her eyes would laugh up at him as she took him deep, how those slim, ringed fingers would feel stroking his balls. Thinking of her, a girl too young, too innocent and too naïve for him to even contemplate having sex with, just pissed him off and made him more determined to put her out of his mind.

  “I can’t believe you’re going to do this,” Monica hissed as the three of them stood arguing outside Casey’s.

  “Well, I am. You two don’t have to go. Just wait here and I’ll report back.”

  Kayla had approached Colin McGilley after she saw Brett leave without another look in her direction, only to have Colin adamantly refuse her entrance into their private sanctuary also. Damn it, she thought irritably, how was a girl supposed to have fun and broaden her horizons if these guys wouldn’t go along? Recalling the feel of Brett’s larger, harder body against hers and the one unguarded look of amusement and lust in his green eyes she had glimpsed while they were dancing, she knew her desire to check out the second floor goings on was now more about getting closer to Brett than satisfying her curiosity.

  “I think you’re crazy,” Beth told her before she and Monica turned to go back inside and wait for her like she suggested.

  “Crazy in lust,” Kayla muttered as she crept around to the side of the two story brick building while making sure no one spotted her. The only outside entrance she had seen from the parking area to the second floor was a stairway on the side of the building that led to a wide deck that wrapped around the entire second floor. Glancing up, she didn’t see anyone outside, and before she lost her nerve, quickly ran up the steps.

  The cool, fall evening had her nipples hardening and her body shivering as she approached the nearest of two floor to ceiling windows. Or maybe it was anticipation, excitement and the remnants of a need stronger than anything she had felt before that accounted for her body’s reaction. Stooping down, she ignored her discomfort as she peered inside. She had expected to see couples having sex, and wasn’t surprised to see one woman and two men going at, but her gaze quickly skimmed over those erotic sights to seek out the one man she couldn’t seem to get out of her head no matter how much he had rebuked her this evening.

  When she did finally spot him, she damn near toppled onto her ass at the sight of a woman kneeling between his knees, her mouth moving voraciously up and down his cock. She was close enough to see the impressive size of his penis, the damp sheen left by the woman’s lips and tongue and the look of an impending climax on his face, all of which just increased her own lust. When he climaxed, his grip tightened on the woman’s head, holding her to accept his seed, while he lowered his other hand to caress her jaw and neck with soft, encouraging strokes.

  Kayla had to forcefully tamp down the urge to reach beneath her skirt and get herself off, only fear of getting caught keeping her from doing just that. Her panties were so wet, they were clinging to her folds, her nipples so taut they ached and just when she had decided she should creep back down the stairs, Brett grabbed his partner by the arms, hauled her over his lap and proceeded to pepper her ass, bared by the thong she wore, with sharp, ass reddening slaps. Even though she wasn’t struggling, he kept his left arm pinned across her shoulders and that sign of control and dominance added to the erotic scene and her own heightened arousal.

  Okay, she thought with a shiver of longing, maybe Brett had been right about one thing, she was definitely too inexperienced to know what went on up here. But on the other hand, he wasn’t right in thinking she couldn’t handle what he would demand from her sexually. When Brett stopped slapping those wriggling, now thoroughly reddened cheeks and slid several fingers into her blatantly aroused pussy, the woman came with a scream
, her hips thrashing, her pleasure obvious, making Kayla wonder what she had been missing all these years.

  Kayla had had orgasms by her own hand and with her partners, but she had never experienced pleasure so strong, so intense that she came screaming and looking at the blush that covered the woman’s buttocks, she wondered if that burn was the cause of her coming so hard, or Brett’s control of her was. Or was it that the man himself was enough to produce such shattering releases? She didn’t know, but she did know she’d love to find out for herself.

  With each smack on her soft, white ass, Brett couldn’t seem to stop imagining it was Kayla he had over his lap, her soft cries echoing around him as he felt her buttocks warm beneath his hand. Recalling the feel of her ass in his hands and her breasts against his chest, her body surprisingly lush considering her small, slender frame, he wondered how she would respond to being over his knees so vulnerably displayed. Then, remembering the fifteen year age difference between them and her endearing, but way too innocent flair, he once again cursed himself for lusting after someone who was wrong for him in every way that mattered.

  A few minutes later, just as he had Carly screaming in climax, Colin strode up to him with a shit eating grin splitting his face and his green eyes, a trait the three of them shared from their father, lit with humor. Winking down at Carly who looked up with a flushed, satisfied look, he said, “It looks like your little friend doesn’t take no for an answer too well.” With a toss of his head, he indicated the window behind him.

  Brett, his fingers still buried in Carly’s spasming cunt, glanced towards the window and saw a small familiar face pressed to the glass, blue eyes wide with shock, pretty white teeth biting into her plump lower lip. “God damn it,” he swore for the second time that night. “That girl needs to be taught a fucking lesson.”