Colters' Gift

CHAPTER 20

LAUREN was doing her best to do justice to the wonderful-tasting pasta Lily had plated for her, but every bite felt like a rock in her stomach.

In the other room, the guys were talking. Deciding her fate. As if she had absolutely no control over her own choices.

But then could she blame them when she’d done nothing but make bad decisions? Over and over, at every turn, she’d chosen wrong.

This time she knew what she needed to do. It was clear in her mind and heart. Yes, it scared the holy hell out of her. She wasn’t so stupid that she thought it would be a simple matter of turning over the evidence to the police, and then Joel would spend many years behind bars and cease to be a threat to her.

Doing the right thing wasn’t easy. It wasn’t supposed to be easy. If it were, then everyone would always go that route and the world would be a much better place.

But it wasn’t, because men like Joel Knight continued to grow and prosper at the expense of the women he owned and controlled, threatened and intimidated.

That was no longer going to be her, and if she could help it, it would no longer be the women he peddled to men willing to pay Joel’s price to use their bodies.

“Is everything all right, Lauren?”

Lily’s anxious voice cut through Lauren’s thoughts. Her smile was automatic as she stared back at the other woman. But the longer she stared at Lily, the more she knew she couldn’t lie to her friend’s face.

There’d been too many lies as it was.

“I don’t know yet,” Lauren said in a low voice. “Liam and Noah are talking to Seth about it.”

Lily put her hand over Lauren’s and squeezed. “You know that we’re here for you. All of us.”

This time Lauren’s smile was genuine. “I do know that and thank you. You can’t possibly know what your support means to me.”

“Oh but I do know,” Lily said. “It wasn’t so long ago that I was in a terrible situation. The Colters were wonderful to me. I’ll never forget what that felt like after living with so much pain and regret. You’ll get there, Lauren. You just have to give yourself time to heal.”

They were interrupted when the group of men walked into the kitchen. Lauren immediately pushed her plate away, relieved to have an excuse to be done with it.

Liam came to stand beside her and slipped his hand over her shoulder. “You ready to go? It’s getting late.”

She nodded, examining each of the men’s faces in turn, looking for some sign of . . . condemnation. But all she saw was steady resolve. Determination.

She slid from her chair and rubbed her hands down her pants in a nervous gesture. Noah reached for one of her hands and laced his fingers through hers. His hold was comforting and strong. He tucked her into his side and ushered her toward the door amid good-byes from the Colters.

The cool night air was a much-needed balm for her senses. She breathed it in deeply, savoring the crispness. For a moment she hesitated, staring up to the blue-black sky. Stars cascaded across the expanse, like glitter tossed carelessly from the hand of a child.

The mountain loomed over them, silhouetted against the sky, and the moon was just visible between two peaks. Around her, the pines, furs and aspens swayed with the gentle breeze, bringing to her the spicy scent of pine.

What was most remarkable was the quiet. Silence had settled over the land with the blanket of night. Only the occasional rustle wrought by the wind stirred any sound.

It was a peaceful place. The most beautiful place Lauren had ever experienced. She wanted it to be her home. Her haven.

A lifetime away from the hustle and bustle of her former life in the city. The shopping, lattes, delis, busy streets, honking horns, every other business a different restaurant, cell phones, traffic lights, constantly going, going, going and never pausing to simply breathe.

Here she could walk down the sidewalk in Clyde and never bump into another person. There wasn’t a single traffic light in the town, and only one stop sign, at the intersection of Main and Maplewood.

People smiled when she made eye contact. The citizens here were always willing to lend a helping hand.

On the day she’d moved into her apartment, though she’d had the help of Max and the entire Colter clan, they’d had no less than a half a dozen offers from passersby to get her furniture up the stairs.

And Margery, one of the regulars at the diner, had fried chicken and made potato salad and homemade rolls along with a pitcher of fresh-squeezed lemonade, and she’d brought it all to Lauren’s apartment so everyone could eat.

She felt . . . relevant . . . here. Like she mattered. She wasn’t just another number in a massive population. Here, she was one in a small crowd.

“Lauren?”

Liam’s voice drifted to her and she realized that she was still staring up at the sky, a dreamy expression on her face. And maybe she was dreaming. Or wishing on the scattering of stars glowing brightly in the distance.

“You ready, baby? We need to get you home.”

Reluctantly she tore herself away from the beauty surrounding her and climbed into the SUV.

“What did they say?” she asked softly as they drove back toward town. “And did you look at the disk?”

“We did,” Noah said grimly. “You’re right. There’s definitely enough information to put him—and several others—away for a long time.”

“They’ll cut a deal and roll on him,” Liam said.

“As for what the Colters said, they only voiced their unconditional support for you. They’re concerned for your safety, and they threatened to kick mine and Liam’s asses if we ever hurt you.”

Warmth traveled through her chest, squeezing her heart.

“We’re going out to their parents’ tomorrow morning first thing,” Liam said.

He angled in the front seat so he could see her where she sat in the back.

“Seth’s doing some checking for us, and we’re going to meet so that in essence as a family we can put our heads together and come up with the best plan of attack.”

Lauren blew out her breath. “Okay.”

Noah glanced in the rearview mirror and met her gaze. “You going to be all right with it?”

She nodded. “It’s me who has the problem. I do them a great disservice by thinking they’ll be disappointed in me. The truth is I’m disappointed in myself, and so I’m projecting that viewpoint on everyone else. They’ve been nothing but wonderful to me.”

A moment later, Noah pulled onto the side street of her building and then into the small parking lot in the back that was mostly used for the clinic. At the end, there was a designated spot for her use, but most of the time, if the clinic got busy, someone always took it anyway.

Liam opened her door, helped her out and immediately pulled her into his side, wrapping his arm protectively around her as they walked around to the side facing the street. They mounted the steps, Noah following closely behind and Liam waiting as she unlocked the door.

She flipped the wall switch, flooding the living room with light. Liam left her long enough to turn on the lamp in the corner and then he returned, turning the main light back off again.

“I like it better this way,” he murmured as he pulled her into his arms.

His mouth found hers in what was at first a tender kiss. But he grew more forceful, more demanding, taking her breath as he deepened the kiss.

He cupped her jaw in his hands as he stared intently down at her.

“Tonight, you tell us how you want it, Lauren. We’ll only do what you want. How you want. Show us.”

It required a lot of courage to be so bold. She was suddenly shy and self-conscious. Images flashed through her mind, tempting, tantalizing her. Was it possible? Was any of it possible?

Noah came up behind her, his hands closing over her shoulders. He leaned in to kiss her neck, moving her hair out of the way as his lips nuzzled her skin.

“This is what I want,” she whispered. “Both of you. Touching me. At the same time.” She turned into Noah, the warmth of his body wrapping around her slow and sensual. “I want you inside me.”

He let out a low groan. “I want to be there, honey. More than you can possibly know.”

Liam maneuvered her toward the bedroom. She was reaching for the fly of her jeans, when the three of them crowded in. Before courage deserted her, before she could overthink this, she began undressing, determined to take an active part in their lovemaking.

She pushed down her pants, and when she stood again, Noah was there, his hands sliding underneath her shirt, his palms warm and erotic on her skin.

Emboldened by desire flooding her veins, she began to undo his pants. One particular fantasy had taken hold, and she wanted it to come true. They’d given her the power. All she had to do was speak up.

Her movements were clumsy, not at all practiced. It frustrated her that she couldn’t be elegantly smooth and composed.

As she struggled with Noah’s pants, her frustration got the best of her.

“I feel like such a damn amateur,” she muttered.

Noah captured her wrists and pulled her abruptly against him, his eyes fiery.

“I like that you want me so much that your hands shake. Honey, I don’t give a damn how much finesse it’s done with. All I care is that the end result is me and you naked.”

She smiled. “Then would you please get the rest of your clothing off?”

“Happy to accommodate,” Noah growled.

She turned to Liam and held up her arms. Needing no further encouragement, he pulled her shirt over her head and then immediately turned her so he could unfasten her bra.

Left in only her panties, she took a quick peek at Noah, who was down to his underwear, and then she glanced back at Liam, who was still fully dressed.

“This won’t do at all,” she murmured in a husky, seductive tone she didn’t recognize.

“We can’t have that,” Liam said. “We can’t have you not pleased. By all means, tell me how you want me, baby.”

“Naked,” she said bluntly. “I want to feel you. Touch you. Kiss you. Taste you.”

It was a heady sensation to be so bold and seductive. She loved the reaction in Liam’s eyes. Loved the way he began stripping away his clothing with no finesse or patience.

He yanked down his jeans along with his underwear, freeing his cock from constriction. It bobbed free, long and already hard.

It was instinctive to drop to her knees in front of him, her hands circling his length. He moaned and slid his hand roughly through her hair, fisting the strands in his fingers.

Even as she lowered her mouth, she reached for Noah, wanting him close. He stepped forward so that she could grasp him in her free hand. Her fingers curled around the thick erection, and she rolled upward and then back down again, satisfied when he hardened even further in her hold.

She licked around the broad tip of Liam’s dick and then turned her head to give Noah equal treatment. She teased him a moment, bestowing tiny licks and kisses before taking him deep inside her mouth.

He let out a strangled sound and his hands joined Liam’s in her hair. She let her mouth slide back again, until the head popped free of her lips, and then she turned to Liam and sucked him in just as deeply.

“Goddamn,” Liam bit out.

She smiled and pulled away, turning back to Noah as she rose. He reached out to help her, grasping her arms for support. She put both hands on his chest and pushed back until he came in contact with the bed.

“Condom?” she whispered.

“In my pocket,” he said hoarsely.

She reached down to fumble with his pants and then retrieved one of the packets. Before returning, she hastily shoved her panties down, kicking them away when they tangled at her feet.

“Lie back,” she directed, when she returned to Noah.

He settled back on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge, feet planted on the floor. She rolled the condom carefully down his length, and then she motioned for Liam.

“I want you here, beside Noah,” she said. “You’ll have to get up on the bed so you’ll reach my mouth.”

Lust flared in Liam’s eyes. He didn’t need to be told anything further. He obviously got where she was going with this.

She’d honestly never been on top before. Joel would have never allowed it, and the very few sexual partners she’d had before Joel had been more of a quick, awkward experience. But she was determined to rock Noah’s—and Liam’s—world tonight. They’d certainly rocked hers the night before.

She eased on top of Noah, straddling his muscular thighs. He reached for her waist, helping her as she positioned herself over him.

“Make sure you’re ready, honey,” Noah said. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll be deep this way.”

She wanted him inside her so badly that it was a physical ache.

Curling her hand around his latex-encased erection, she dug her knees into the mattress on either side of his hips and carefully positioned him at her opening.

They both gasped at the first touch.

She let go of his cock so she could brace her palms on his firm, flat belly, and she slowly began to lower herself, taking more and more of him inside her.

Noah’s hands flew to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, and his expression was one of intense pleasure.

That look fascinated her. She was glued to his every reaction. She loved that she had this kind of power over him. He wanted her. He desired her. There was no disputing that.

He was thick inside her. It was different taking him this way than when Liam had pushed inside her the night before. Noah was right. He was deeper this way. He just felt bigger.

She hesitated, a little worried that he was too big.

“Liam, help her,” Noah rasped out. “She needs to be wetter to take me. She wasn’t ready.”

The bed dipped, taking Liam’s weight. And then he was pressed against her upper body, his lips finding hers. But then his mouth slid downward to her breasts, and as he took one rigid peak between his lips, his hand slid down her belly, between her and Noah, his fingers finding her clit.

It was a shock to her senses. The two men were in a precariously intimate position. Liam’s fingers were right there! His hand had to be touching Noah in order to touch her the way he was.

Her gaze flew to Noah, to see his reaction, but his eyes were hooded and focused solely on her. It was as if he wasn’t even aware of the proximity of Liam’s hand to his own body. He only seemed concerned about her. Her pleasure.

Her physical reaction to the sheer eroticism of being astride one man while another pleasured her in other ways was explosive. It was suddenly a lot easier to move around Noah’s rigid cock. She’d gotten wetter, but she didn’t want Liam to move his hand away, so she held herself upward, still not fully taking Noah as deeply as she could.

She loved having Liam at her breasts, his fingers between her and Noah. It somehow fit. It just came together for her. That they’d be comfortable enough in their own sexuality to focus only on her pleasure, without worry that they were somehow making contact, touched her deeply.

With a last sigh as Liam sucked strongly at her nipples and his fingers stroked over her clit, she put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed to get his attention.

“I want you up on the bed,” she whispered. “I want you in my mouth while Noah’s inside me.”

“Oh hell yes,” Liam breathed.

He pushed further up on the bed, his hand pulled away from her and Noah. In the end, he had to almost stand on the bed and duck to keep from hitting the ceiling, but he threaded a hand through her hair and helped guide himself to her waiting mouth.

Noah’s hands tightened around her hips. She needed his help and he seemed to realize it. Between the two men, they worked in a gentle, steady rhythm, enabling her to ride atop Noah while working her mouth around Liam’s cock.

It was the most exciting, crazy, hot, lusty experience she’d ever imagined. No, she couldn’t even say she’d imagined it. Nothing could have prepared her for the reality of having these two powerful men for all purposes at her mercy.

She reached one hand for Liam, curling her fingers around the base of his erection while she pressed her other hand against Noah’s hip to keep her balance.

“I want to taste you,” she said as she pulled her mouth away for a brief moment. “I want you to come inside my mouth.”

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” Liam said, his voice hoarse and strained. “Concentrate on Noah. Keep your hands down. I’ll take care of what you want.”

Noah reached for her hand as she lowered it, twining his fingers with hers. He was so deep and huge inside her. Each time she moved forward, the pressure of his pelvis against her clit sent streaks of sharp pleasure through her body.

She wanted more.

She found her rhythm just as Liam framed her face and took control, sliding his cock deep inside her mouth and then withdrawing. She rocked and rolled over Noah, finally finding just the perfect amount of pressure for her to orgasm.

Never before had she been able to orgasm without clitoral stimulation. Joel simply hadn’t cared, and he’d refused to allow her to use her fingers to satisfy herself during the act. With the men she’d been with before Joel, she’d simply taken it upon herself to take care of her own orgasm.

Who gave a shit what Joel allowed? This was here and now. She was with two men who seemed determined to give her the world. They weren’t so insecure in their sexual prowess that her pleasuring herself would be seen as an insult.

She slipped her free hand down, arching up just a bit so she could slide her fingers between her and Noah to find her clit.

“That’s it, honey,” Noah encouraged. “I want you to come too.”

Even as he spoke, he lifted his hands to her breasts, toying with her nipples.

“Do you like that?” Noah asked. “Does it make you feel good?”

She moaned around Liam’s cock, her body tightening all over as she began to stroke her clit while Noah applied gentle pressure to her nipples.

She began to move faster and harder. Her breathing sped up and she knew she was close.

Liam thrust deep and then performed several more shallow thrusts to allow her to catch her breath. But she was beyond simple coherency. She no longer was aware of what she was doing or what they were doing. She could only feel their hands, their cocks.

“You first,” Liam said gruffly. “Come for us, baby.”

With a sharp cry, she gave in to the rising tide. Her orgasm billowed over her, cracking like ice under pressure. It was sharp and unrelenting. It was the most oh-my-God pleasure she’d ever felt in her life.

She sagged and then realized they were now holding her up. She was limp and boneless, so sated that all she wanted to do was curl up on Noah’s chest and sleep.

But first, she wanted them to feel as good as she did.

Liam tilted her head back, allowing his cock to slide from her mouth. Then with his hand, he began pumping, the pace wild and frantic. He angled the tip of his cock to where it lined up with her mouth and a split second later, she felt the first hot burst of semen hit the inside of her cheek.

She remained completely still as he directed more into her mouth. His fist pulled to the end, and then the tip of his cock brushed over her lips, leaving a warm, wet trail.

She stuck her tongue out, licking around the head and removing the remnants of his orgasm from his skin. He moaned softly and then pulled away. He lowered himself and brushed a kiss across her forehead.

“Finish Noah,” he whispered. “I’ll go get something to clean you up with.”

She righted herself and then leaned forward, planting her hands on Noah’s broad chest. His face was tight, his jaw bulging. She realized then what it must have been like to watch the scene between her and Liam play out right in front of Noah.

“I’m close, honey,” he bit out. “I’m feeling a little crazy right now. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She smiled and then began to ride him hard. Fast. Furious. She wanted to take him to the very edge and then let him plummet over the side.

His breath hissed from his lips. He gripped her hips and began to power upward to meet her downward movements. After a moment, she let him take over. Her attempts at maintaining the pace were fruitless. He was much stronger, and he seemed to have lost what little control he had left.

The sound of flesh smacking flesh was loud and filled the small room. Each upward thrust jolted her clit, sending an aftershock of pleasure through her groin. She was hypersensitive after the roaring orgasm she’d experienced, and each time his pelvis slapped against hers, she moaned, nearly undone by the sensation.

And then he tensed, bowed under her, arched in a supremely uncomfortable-looking position as he pulsed inside her. Finally he collapsed onto the bed, and he wrapped his arms around her, taking her down with him.

They both lay panting, trying desperately to catch their breaths as Noah caressed her back with both palms. He moved lower, cupping her buttocks, squeezing them possessively.

The gesture made her tighten around his cock, which was still buried deep inside her, and she moaned softly again.

“You okay?” he murmured close to her ear.

She turned her lips to the side, turning just enough that she could kiss his chest.

“Perfect,” she said on a sigh.

She closed her eyes in utter contentment. It was true. The moment was absolutely perfect.

No matter what happened tomorrow, tonight she was at peace. Noah and Liam made her feel cherished and protected. They made her feel like she mattered.

Tomorrow—and the future—would work itself out. She had to believe that. All she could do was take it one day at a time and going forward make intelligent decisions she hadn’t made in the past.

The important thing was that she wouldn’t be alone. Noah and Liam would be with her every step of the way.