Free Men of Fortune 1: Derek by Sienna Matthews

Oliver
continued, grinning. “ We were absent from the picture.”
    What the hell were they talking about?
    Over the roar in her ears, she heard her
husband saying, “Out, all of you. I’ll call you after I’ve
explained things.” Once his cousins have filed out, he looked down
at her. His eyes were shadowed once again, but this time with
anxiety.
    “Derek, what’s going on?”
    He withdrew, sat down butt naked on a chair
and drew her into his lap. His expression serious, he turned her
face to him before saying, “I love you, Carly, very much. I don’t
want you to doubt—”
    “And so you don’t trust me when I told you I
rejected Adam’s advances?” she asked in a dry voice. She wanted to
hug him and told him she loved him, too, but some things needed to
be aired. “You have to know I didn’t encourage him to make a pass
at me nor to persist even when I had made my intentions clear.”
    “Does that mean you’re not attracted to
Adam?”
    Of all the questions, this was one she
hadn’t expected. Nor the intensity of his expression.
    “I…I…” She didn’t know how to answer without
trampling over the fragile trust that had started to build again
between them. If she lied, she’d be tampering with that trust. If
she didn’t lie, she might destroy whatever new start they’d made.
“Derek…”
    “Don’t lie to me.” His tone was absolute,
implacable.
    She fidgeted on his lap, thinking of a way
out and feeling the hardening evidence of his desire against her
butt. Smiling in what she hoped was a seductive manner, she
shimmied out of her thong, changed position and straddled him,
cradling his cock between her pussy lips. “Want to make love to me
again?”
    A burst of husky laughter. “You’re not going
to distract me.”
    “But I want you, Derek,” she growled against
his ear. She surprised herself. That wasn’t something she’d say
before. Doubt asserted itself, despite evidence to the contrary.
“Unless…you don’t want me?” There, that sounded more like the old
Carly Kavanaugh that she knew. Being Carly Fortune didn’t change
much of the old Carly. A little, but not much.
    She shifted position again, but this time,
it was Derek who moved her so that he could push his hard, thick
cock into her. Despite their recent coupling, desire erupted in
her, high and flaming. Oh yes.
    He kept on pushing in until he was buried in
her. To the hilt.
    My. God.
    “There, does that prove how much I want
you?” His eyes demanded her answer.
    She arched into him, rubbing her nipples
against his hair-roughened chest. “Derek…move…” His hands were like
steel bands on her waist, denying her movement.
    “Not until you answer my question,” he said
softly. “Do you find Adam attractive?”
    He was hot steel within her, spearing her
yet withholding completion from her. She wanted to move, could’ve
moved to chase down her own release, but he held her still. The
wild, insistent urge rose in her, goading her, loosening her
tongue—
    “Yes,” she gasped.
    Oh no. What had she done?
    Her eyes flew up to see his face, but he was
impassive.
    “What about Matthias?”
    “Derek…”
    “Answer me.”
    “Yes.” With each positive response, she was
digging herself deeper into a hole she might not be able to crawl
out of, but she couldn’t help it. Her body was burning. She wanted
to be possessed by him once again. She wanted that hard cock
pounding into her, filling her and sending her into ecstasy over
and over until she was brainless and immobile with rapture.
    “Nathan? Oliver?”
    “Yes, yes! Now move. Fuck me, Derek!”
    Eyes burning with unholy light, he lifted
her a few inches above him, and then he was pistoning into her,
hammering into her just the way she wanted. He drove into her like
a demon was after him, and before long, they were both screaming
and shouting their release.
    God, this was even better.
    Talking about other men obviously turned
them both on. Who knew?
    She remained