Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) Read Online Free

her mind as he simply watched her, waiting.
    Four. Four men. She’d heard of some women in Daly being in fivesomes. Was there even such a word as fivesome? Was it more like an orgy?
    “Four of you?” she finally whispered.
    He nodded and released the wrist he’d been holding. Gently, he stroked the hair back from her face. “You’ll be safe.”
    “Is this because you’re pissed with me?” she asked. He was angry and now he wanted to pass her around.
    He shook his head. “That’s another matter and something we need to deal with later. This is about you and learning that ménage isn’t the awful thing you think it is. And about fun and exploration. Sim and I will keep you safe. It will be clear that you belong to us and nothing goes without us and our permission.
    “Four…” she whispered, half to herself.
    “Four,” he repeated.
    “And you’ll be right here?” Which was a far cry from her attitude a little bit ago when she’d wanted to be as far from him as possible.
    “Right here, baby.”
    She bit her lip then, after a moment, nodded. “Okay. I’ll do the weekend…and everything.”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    The rain began to fall in fat drops, spattering loudly on the skylight as they stared at each other.
    “You know this place,” he finally said. “Most of us practice ménage. There aren’t enough women so we all share. It’s usually a couple men to one woman. Sometimes more.”
    “You don’t have to explain it to me. My parents lived the lifestyle, remember?”
    That green-eyed stare held her, and she fought the need to squirm. He seemed to vibrate power. Knowledge. Restrained sexual need.
    “I find I prefer it,” he told her. “The sight of Sim’s hands on the woman we’re sharing. The sound of her moans as he pulls at her nipples and makes her squirm. The sight of her reacting to him and lifting her hips, and the sound of her cries muffled by his mouth as I take her pussy and make her come.”
    Her fingernails bit into her palms as she listened. His words titillated her while vicious jealousy made her want to scream “no” because this man—and Sim—was hers. They couldn’t fuck anyone else. She looked away before he saw the full weight of her torment. Who was she to object? She’d left. Had she expected the young men they’d been to become monks and swear off the female race?
    “There’s nothing like the feeling of Sim’s cock rubbing against mine as we fuck a woman at the same time.”
    “Shut up,” she whispered. Her mouth had gone dry while her pussy had gotten very wet at his vivid description. She wanted to experience exactly what he described. But she didn’t want to hear about other women.
    “It bothers you to hear?”
    Her ire stirred. “What do you think, Dick Tracy?”
    “Fair enough. You don’t tell us what you’ve done.”
    “I already told you. Nothing to tell.”
    “Shh…not a word.”
    She could see the glee in his eyes. He liked that she hadn’t been with another. She knew why. What he’d said to her might be burned into her consciousness forever. Still some of what he’d said pricked at her—the part about Sim.
    “Are…are you bisexual?” she asked.
    “No, I’m not. Not really. I don’t mind Sim touching me, and I don’t freak out from feeling his cock while we make love to—while we’re in a ménage, but that’s it. So…I don’t know. Does that make me bisexual? A little maybe.”
    Her core gave a little aroused shiver. “A little bit” bi-sexual could be more without much thought. The vision of Patrick sucking another man’s cock suddenly filled her mind’s eye. Her blood pumped a little faster, throbbing at the base of her neck as she tried to swallow.
    He cupped the back of her head then leaned forward and closed the gap between their mouths. Helplessly, Verity groaned on a wash of emotion. The feeling of his mouth on hers roused so many conflicted sensations within her, but nothing was more important than