Fugitive (Misty) Page 5

  He crawled back up to me and pulled me to his chest. Gareth smelled good too. He smelled like citrus and wood. I buried my face in his chest and inhaled. Gareth just held me before I could have a coherent thought other than he smelled good. My body felt like jelly, like it would collapse if I tried to stand.

  “It was an honor to be able to do that to you, Misty,” he said, squeezing me.

  I was feeling slightly more present and it was nice to hear Gareth say it was an honor instead of some gross thing he didn’t want to do like my ex. I walked my fingers down his chest to the waistband of his pants.

  “What about you?” I asked. I didn’t wait and ask to see it first. I plunged my hands down the front of his pants. He was hard and waiting. He felt really thick under my fingers as I ran them down the length.

  “You don’t have to,” he said in a strangled voice.

  I crawled on top of him and went back to his ear. “But I want to. Roll over.”

  He said I found a sweet spot with his back, so once he was on his stomach, I started teasing his back with my fingers, then following it up with kissing. I started my tongue at the top of his spine and licked all the way down to the bottom. Gareth had a nice, round ass. I squeezed both cheeks with my hands and massaged them like he had done mine.

  “Can you turn over?”

  He rolled over and his black eyes were burning. “I want you so badly right now,” he growled.

  “We can’t, remember? But I can take care of you.”

  I gently pulled his pants off like he had undressed me. “Commando, Gareth?” I teased.

  “I don’t like being restricted,” he gulped while I stared at his erection. He wasn’t as long as Aiden, but he was much thicker. “What?” he asked while I stared.

  “It’s just…really thick.”

  “The better to make love to you with.”

  “So, you’re the big bad wolf now? Let’s turn you into a puppy.”

  I pounced on his cock, lapping at the pre-cum on the tip. I decided to delay him like he delayed me. I just sat there licking and nibbling for what felt like ages. I loved the way he felt in my mouth. He was velvety soft.

  “Jesus, Misty. Are you trying to kill me?”

  “No, I just want you to beg like you made me,” I said innocently, batting my eyelashes.

  “Please, Queen Misty, help your lowly servant in his time of need.”

  I giggled and really set to work. Gareth kept thrusting up and hitting the back of my throat, but once I adjusted, I got used to it. He warned me like Aiden did when he was about to come, but I just kept working him and swallowed every drop.

  I collapsed back on his chest when I was done with him. He started rubbing his face in my hair. “Your hair smells amazing. You’re amazing. I need a minute to recover, then I’m going to make you beg me again.”

  Chapter 9

  I only got one day with Aiden and I was supposed to get two with Gareth, but his client called and I ended up spending our second day alone. I decided it was finally time to see what was going on with the investigation back home. I couldn’t pick up police radio in California from Louisiana, so I was reduced to news articles and police bulletins. I could really find out more with Andre’s help, but I didn’t want to drag them into this.

  From what I’d managed to gather, they’d posted my picture to law enforcement nationwide and they’d even contacted Canada. My mother had active social media accounts, so I decided to check those. I wondered what the hell Jake had done to turn her against me that she was sharing those articles about the search for me. It seemed like she wanted them to find me and everything I did was to stop Jake from beating her further. She said she was leaving him that night.

  All her snotty friends were on her side, posting they always thought there was something wrong with me when I disappeared when I was sixteen. I found out from one of her accounts that Jake decided to search my dad’s old cabin and didn’t find me there. She apparently had no issues with him trashing the place like I did. I loved that cabin.

  I had no idea what I had done to piss off my mother that she turned against me. I was still thinking about it when I got to my days with Andre. I knew he had dinner planned and gave me the entire day free, unlike the other two. I was glad I had ordered a dress when I was shopping. I didn’t know why I was ordering it at the time since I could never wear it anywhere, but apparently, I would need it since Andre planned a date.

  I wandered into the kitchen since we always ate at the breakfast bar. Andre appeared in an immaculate suit that hugged his muscles holding a single red rose. He kissed my hand and gave me the rose.

  “We’re eating in the formal dining room tonight. We didn’t show that to you when we were giving you the tour.”

  He offered his arm and I took it. He led me to a huge dining room with a crystal chandelier and a set table with candles and flowers. The room was dimly lit with candles on the table and scented candled around the room. I didn’t recognize the scent, so I asked. He told me it was honeysuckle and led me to the table.

  Luckily, he put our plates right next to each other so we weren’t hollering from one end of the long table to the other. Even the food was beautifully plated, but I didn’t know what it was.

  “Turtle soup and shrimp remoulade for starters. Trout Meunière and grilled asparagus for dinner. And then we have Jack Daniels bread pudding for dessert.”

  I laughed. “It looks beautiful. I noticed the wine and the dessert has Jack Daniels. You really trust me with booze again?”

  Andre got serious. “We should have stopped you well before you got that drunk. We should have warned you about that drink when you ordered it.”

  “I think I’m safe with you guys.”

  “Yes, but you didn’t know that on that night. We could have been four rapists.”

  “I actually wasn’t sure if you were or not. I couldn’t figure out why you were all being so nice. I’m still not sure why.”

  Andre laughed. He had this nice, booming laugh. “To be honest, Aiden comes home like a crazy person saying he met some girl at the salon that we needed to protect. He wanted you to come stay with us and we all thought he had gone mad. We argued about it for a little while and he asked us to just come meet you. I think you intrigued all of us that day, drunkenness and all, then we all fell in love with you as we hung out with you.”

  I laughed too. “Yeah, I imagine that sounded totally strange.”

  “Not to stop your laughter and smiles, but you’ve seemed upset about something since Gareth left. Want to talk about it.”

  “Just something from my past.” I really hoped he wasn’t going to ask. If he did, I wouldn’t feel comfortable telling him my real name.

  Andre’s hand tightened on his fork and he looked tense. “Do they know where you are? They can’t take you from us.”

  I put my hand on his. “They don’t know where I am yet or even if they’ll ever find me. The man looking for me won’t stop.” I shouldn’t have said that, but Andre made me feel safe.

  “I could stop him if you’ll let me.”

  “Not just yet. I don’t want to bring all of you into my drama.”

  Andre just nodded. I wondered when they were all going to start demanding I tell them what my deal was. We mostly ate and chatted about his mother. She sounded a lot better than mine. She passed away a few years ago because of cancer and he looked so lost when he told me. I ended up telling him about my dad, but not about Jake or my mother.

  I had no idea what he had planned for me after we ate. He helped me stand and kissed my hand again. “The other two were cads and invited you to their bedrooms without asking you if it was okay with you. Is it okay if I take you back to mine?”

  I kissed him softly on the cheek. “I’d love to.”

  I took his arm again as he led me back to his room. It was a little further down the hall than Aiden and Gareth’s. Aiden’s room looked like an art museum and Gareth’s room looked like some sort of seduction hotel r
oom. I wondered what Andre’s room would look like. I was surprised to see a fairly Spartan room, but he had lit more candles and draped scarves over the lights.

  “I didn’t know if you would come, but I prepared just in case. Will you dance with me?”

  I nodded shyly. Andre was going all out tonight. Aiden and Gareth either seduced me or let me seduce them. Andre was trying to romance me. He picked up a remote and soft music started playing. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. I couldn’t help it. He smelled so good, I immediately cuddled into his chest. What was it with these boys and smelling so good? I couldn’t resist any of them.

  He rested his cheek on the top of my head and we just swayed for a little while. He lifted my chin and his eye were searching mine. I knew what he wanted.

  “Kiss me, Andre,” I whispered.

  “Tasha,” he moaned. I’d tell him my real name after he kissed me. Kiss me, he did. Reserved Andre because amorous Andre as his tongue parted my lips and his hands were roaming my back. I wanted Andre too. I let my hand stroke the front of his pants. He was already hard. He walked me all the way backwards until I was pressed against the wall.

  His hands were everywhere at once and his lips were flying from my lips to my neck. I never expected this from Andre. He always seemed the calmest of everyone here. My dress could slip over my head and he started tugging on it like he wanted me out of it. I helped him get it off and went back to massaging his erection. He pushed away from me for a minute to hungrily eye my body.

  He let out a little growl. “You’re perfect. Beautiful. I want to taste you. Now!”

  He grabbed my waist and yanked me to him. I wrapped my arms and legs around his waist and kissed his neck as he ran to the bed. He practically threw me on the bed and roughly pulled my bra and knickers off. I’d never had it rough before, but I wanted it as rough as Andre wanted to give it to me. He kept growling when he looked at me.

  “I know we said no sex, but damned if I don’t want to fuck you right now.”

  I wanted him to fuck me too, but I knew why we couldn’t. “We can do everything else but fuck,” I purred.

  “I’m going to make you regret saying that, Tasha,” he said, falling on me.

  Damned. Now was definitely not the right time to tell him my real name. I’d tell him afterwards. He was kissing me deeply while massaging my left breast with his hand. I squeaked when he pinched my nipple and bit my bottom lip.

  “How rough do you like it, Tasha?”

  “Can we have a safe word?” I had no idea what he planned to do to me, but I’d read that in a book once.

  “Stop is good enough for me,” he growled again.

  His stubble was scratching my chin and I wanted it to sting a little more. I lifted my head and started nibbling on his bottom lip since he bit mine. He pushed me back to the pillow and his hand left my breast. It slipped between my legs, but it looked like he didn’t intend to keep it there. He brought it back up and licked his fingers.

  “You’re so responsive and you taste good. I want you to come on my tongue.”

  “Only if you’ll come in my mouth.”

  “God, you get more perfect the more you talk,” he growled consuming my mouth again.

  It was like this was my first hurricane in Louisiana, but instead of getting assaulted by wind and rain, it was Andre’s mouth. He quickly discovered my collarbones too before moving on to my breast. He was rough and demanding. If this was any other circumstance, I would have begged him to fuck me right then and there. I had two other guys to think about.

  Andre practically bent me in half when he got to my belly button. “Andre, what are you—” I couldn’t finish. Andre was seriously licking my ass and I had no idea it could feel this good. He brought his thumb around to rub my clit while he was tonguing my ass and I could only squirm and squeal in this position.

  When he finally unbent me, he gave me this grin that was so unlike the Andre I’d gotten to know. “I’m going to do something, Tasha. If you’ll trust me, you’ll love it. Say stop if you want me to.”

  I just nodded. They had done nothing to make me distrust them so far. He opened my legs and started lapping at my clit. I felt his fingers at my entrance and one at my ass. He wasn’t seriously going to do that, was hr? Before I could even say stop, his hand was double penetrating me. He kept his hand still for a minute to let me get used to it, but he was still licking me slow and hard.

  “Ready, Tasha?” he asked, winking at me.

  His tongue and hand both started moving and jolts were shooting through my entire body. I felt no pain, just extreme pleasure. Andre had hardly gotten started when he used his free hand to reach up and pinch my nipple. I howled as it pushed me over the edge. I was bucking on the bed and screaming his name before I finally settled down. I was starting to feel like Jell-O after all the orgasms I’d had the past three days.

  All three men definitely knew what they were doing and they all had their own style of doing it. I loved all of them and could get used to it. It wouldn’t last. I’d have to pick one.

  Andre came back up and kissed me a little more gently now. “Tasha—”

  I placed my finger over his lips. “I want to tell you a secret, but you can’t tell anyone and you can only say this to me in private. Do you understand?”

  “Of course. I’ll always keep your secrets.”

  He was clearly ready for round two because he was nibbling on my collarbone again.

  “My real name is Misty, not Tasha. You can’t call me Misty unless we are alone.”

  “Misty is a better name for you than Tasha. All our lives were foggy until you came to live with us.”

  He was still biting and nipping at my collarbone and neck. Everyone had something sweet to say when they found out my real name. I wondered if I’d ever trust Casey enough to tell him. He’d have to show his face first. Back to the man I had in front of me.

  I tugged on his suit jacket. “Do you intend to leave this on all night or did you want me to ruin a good suit ripping it off of you?”

  “It’d be sexy if you ripped my clothes off.”

  “That suit is Armani. Best take it off and I’ll rip your boxers off.”

  “Deal,” he said, kissing me and jumping out of bed. He was out of his suit in seconds.

  I could see the tent in his boxer briefs where his erection was straining to get out. I jumped out of bed and fell to my knees in front of him. I yanked his boxers off and I finally had him in front of me. Not only did all these men smell wonderful, they were all huge. I reached out to grab him and he stopped me.

  “Let’s do this my favorite way.”

  I had no idea what that meant, but I trusted him like I trusted the others. He laid with his head at the foot of the bed.

  “Sit on my face, Misty. I love saying your real name now that I know it.”

  “I love the way my name sounds coming from your lips. I thought it was your turn?”

  “It’s both our turns. Understand?”

  I’d never done this before either, but I straddled Andre’s face. He grabbed my hips and yanked me closer to him. I could feel him fucking me with his tongue. I needed to concentrate. I laid across his body and took him into my mouth. He had me firmly in his grasp and I couldn’t move. His tongue moved to my clit and I was already dripping and aroused from earlier.

  I sped up when he did. My cries were muffled by his cock in my mouth and his because I was sitting on his face. I came way before he did, but I didn’t stop my mouth and hand from moving. I lost my rhythm, but I got it back within seconds. I thought Andre was done with me, but his mouth started working me again. I didn’t think I was going to be able to deal with another orgasm after the first two he gave me tonight.

  Andre managed to get another finger in my ass and I wasn’t going to be able to handle this much longer.

  “Now, Misty!” I heard him yet.

  I just let go. The orgasm ripped through my body as he exploded in m
y mouth. We both held each other as our bodies shuddered together. I wasn’t sure how I was going to move, but I climbed off him and snuggled into his chest.

  “I didn’t know I’d like ass play,” I admitted.

  “We’ll have to explore that a little more then.”

  Chapter 10

  Over the next week, I spent my time with each boy. We didn’t do sexual stuff the entire day like we did my first day with them. We still fooled around, but I got to know them better too like I was supposed to be doing.

  Aiden, Andre, and I talked about losing our parents. I told them the full story about how I lost my father to a drunk driver. She was speeding down a one-way street and hit him head-on. Aiden’s story was similar. Car crash too, but not a drunk driver. Someone ran a stop sign because they were late for work. I couldn’t imagine what Andre went through slowly losing his mother to cancer. Aiden was younger than I was when he lost his parents and he lost both of them at once. I still had my mother, even if she seemed intent on turning me in to the police.

  Gareth showed me more of his favorite movies and introduced me to his music collection. I don’t know why I expected him to listen to depraved screaming, but he informed me he used to play the guitar in high school and he only listened to people who played their own instruments and wrote their own music. He joked I could call him a music snob as much as I wanted, but he would never change.

  I actually like that about him. He knew what he did and didn’t like, but he was open to new things. I showed him some of my favorite movies and he didn’t act like he hated them. I didn’t like silly movies. I liked most of the old dance movies from the seventies and art films. There was a cinema by my university that played independent films that I went to all the time. Gareth hated my ex even more when I told him he refused to go watch movies with me.

  I still hadn’t seen Casey. I half wondered if he moved out because of me. It was Friday and that was my day off from spending time alone with each man. Friday was like it always was before they decided they wanted to get to know me better. We all hung out together laughing and joking. It was weird. None of the guys seemed remotely jealous if I touched one of them or laughed at their jokes.