Secret Cravings (2 page)

The guy spun her around and she lost sight of the girl, and wondered if she’d ever see her again. Amy shrugged her interest off—if it was meant to be, she’d find the girl later. She believed in fate, karma and all that stuff. Good things happened to people who did good. When she’d been growing up in the system all the odds had been stacked against her, but she’d made it through college, then law school, and had scored a primo job. Convinced karma had played a role, Amy always spent her time helping others who hadn’t been as fortunate.

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Bryan paid the outrageous cover charge for Silver Lace, unsure why the hell he had come here. Going to the meat market had been a suggestion from his buddy, Chaz. The main difference between the two of them was Chaz happened to be into the superficial sex scene and Bryan had never liked sleeping around. He hadn’t had meaningless sex since college, and only twice then. When his ex-girlfriend had shown up pregnant, he’d tried to do the right thing and support her. She’d moved in, they’d taken a trip down to the courthouse to get hitched, and he’d spent two glorious years loving Michael, their son. One day, all hell had broken loose and his ex had run out on him, taking the baby. Two months of court battles had confirmed that he’d been duped. A DNA test had proved he wasn’t the baby’s father. The ink on his divorce papers was barely dry and he was a free man, but he didn’t want to be free.

The music drowned out his thoughts as he moved from one girl to the next. The tits and ass show did little to excite him. The sight of two girls kissing totally turned him off, but when he spun around and spied two men sucking tongue, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. His cock throbbed and his head swam with ideas that scared the crap out of him. He’d thought he was over that phase—getting married had quelled his need to rut with guys, or so he’d thought.

Bryan fled from the dance floor to the bathroom and realised his mistake the second he opened the door to the men’s room. A totally hot dude was sucking another man’s cock. Bryan stood in the doorway, staring at the guy on his knees. If only he was braver—he could find this hottie later and ask him to do the same to him. A hot flash washed over Bryan. Just considering letting another guy touch him and suck him made him tingle all over. It had been years since he’d been with a guy. His freshman year in college, to be exact.

“Get out of here, you pervert,” the guy being sucked yelled at him, and threw a paper towel at the door.

Bryan backed out and wheeled around, almost knocking over a very short person. The girl squealed and he jumped back. She couldn’t have been more than eighteen, and yet she’d wormed her way in here with her pink hair and slut suit. That kind of stupidity could get women in trouble.

She was too young to be here alone. He glanced around and dragged the little sprite out of the back door of Silver Lace, though she kicked and screamed the whole way. The door closed behind them and she started scratching at him and flinging her fists about.

Bryan picked her up over his shoulder and held her so she couldn’t do any more damage. The thought of spanking her made him wild with desire. He threw her off his shoulder and caught her arm so she didn’t fall. Damn it, he wasn’t into young women. He preferred maturity and this girl was too young.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? I’m here to party! Now back off, before I scream so loud all the cops from across the river in Jersey come to check out what’s wrong.”

He stared at her, noticing for the first time the small lines around her mouth and the world-weary look about her eyes. She wasn’t a teenager. Fuck, she was the dog-walker girl who took care of Joey, his neighbour’s dog. Oh, shit, he’d just picked up and carried a grown woman out of a bar. Damn, she was as cute as a pixie and totally hot. Too hot, actually.

“I’m sorry. I really thought you were like, I don’t know, too young to be here.”

“Holy shit, I’m twenty-three! I’m legal. What kind of weirdo are you, dragging women into a back alley, shithead? Think you could take advantage of me?” She made a face, then spat at his feet.

Hell, he probably deserved her derision. Thinking fast, he explained, “I was trying to get you out of there before you did something stupid. But I guess I’m the stupid one.”

“Yeah, mister. You sure are. So you thought I was too young to be in there? Why drag me out here? You a pervert?” She stared up at him with accusing eyes. Then she cocked her head to the side. “Wait, I know you. You live in Joey’s building.”

Bryan’s face went hot. He ground his teeth together, trying to not yell at the woman. “It’s not like that. I don’t like to see people get taken advantage of and I thought you were way too young.”

“Aww, you were trying to help me.” She pulled him down for a kiss. He jumped back and she burst out laughing. “What’s wrong, big boy? Afraid of the little girl?”

Sweat popped out on his brow and his knees grew weak. His cock swelled, surprising the hell out of him. A few minutes ago he’d thought this woman was eighteen, and now he wanted her. Hell, he’d wanted the dog-walker girl, who he’d thought was barely legal too. They were one and the same, and that excited him even more.

She circled around him, trailing her fingers across his abs, then his ass. He cleared his throat and tried to stand completely still, but when she grabbed his butt and squeezed he jumped forward and yelped. She burst out laughing.

“You are a live one. We could have fun, and I know where you live.”

Bryan didn’t know what to think. This little sprite of a woman had him turned on and revved up.

“Catch me.” She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, her barely covered pussy coming to rest directly on his pants-clad cock. She squirmed around, enflaming him further.

Bryan groaned and his resistance melted as he took a kiss, forcing his tongue through her lips. She opened to him and he explored her moist cavern, tasting sweet strawberries and a hint of lemon. His hands found her ass and grasped on to the sparse material, cupping both of her little cheeks with his palms, curling his fingers in towards her pussy.

She pulled away, her eyes dark and her cheeks pink. “Your place is closer. Did you drive?”

“I took a cab, and you can’t be serious about coming home with me. We don’t know each other that well.”

“I know where you live. I’m Nichole. What’s your name?”

“Bryan.”

“That’s right. Mike told me your name last week.”

“You asked about me?” Bryan’s heart stalled.

“So, how old did you think I was when you saw me pick up Joey?”

“Eighteen, but I was hoping for older.”

“Really?” Nichole smiled and teased his earlobe with two fingers. “Come on, let’s go.” She kissed him again, running her fingers through his hair.

His mind swam as he thought about having sex with this girl. Hell, he didn’t even know her and yet he wanted to fuck her silly.
Stop
. He opened his mouth to say it, but she reached between them, slipping her small hand into his pants and grabbing his cock. The shudder that ripped through him pulsed all the way from his head to his toes, centring at his dick.

Fuck, no.

Bryan squirmed and threw his head back, biting his lip. This girl was too much. He didn’t have sex with women unless he knew them. It was too early. Sure, he’d seen her every day for weeks on end, but he didn’t know her.

She removed her hand from him, taking her warmth too. “Let’s go, big guy.”

Nichole pulled the guy through the alley to Fifty-Third Street. They burst out from between the buildings into the open as six of New York’s finest pulled up outside Silver Lace. “Oh, fuck, a raid.”

“What?” Bryan asked, looking around as if he’d been stunned.

“Cops. Must be a drug bust. Come on, let’s scoot.”

Nichole dragged him away from the club. This part of the Meatpacking District wasn’t swarming with clubs. The street was a rather empty area with few hotspots, such as Silver Lace. No cabs were set up outside to take revellers home, and if there had been, they would have taken off as soon as the cops showed.

Nichole and Brian ran two blocks and stopped, looking back to check out the chaos at the club. Nichole glanced back over her shoulder as a car raced up the street and pulled to a stop beside them. The driver rolled down the passenger-side window.

“You guys need a ride?” the guy in the car asked.

The driver seemed clean, and the car was a Jaguar. He was probably someone from the club. She took a quick look up at Bryan and shrugged. “What do you say?”

He bent down and gazed into the car, then stood up. His face went white. “I don’t know.”

“Come on, the cops will be here in a few,” the guy in the Jag hollered out.

Bryan tugged her into a tight hug, his lips beside her ear. “You sure about this?”

One of the police officers started moving their way, his flashlight shining into the dark shadows.

“Yeah, we need to get out of here,” Nichole said.

Bryan pulled open the passenger door and let her hop in while he took the back seat. The car raced forward, the driver navigating the streets like a pro. They flew around corners and down roads. They drove quickly, but the distance they covered was farther than she thought. Soon they pulled on to East Sixty-Fifth Street, drove down to Sixty-Seventh then turned and hurried into a parking garage.

Nichole glanced back at Bryan, who looked a little pissed and totally hot. All three of them sat perfectly still after the driver had cut the engine. She’d bet none of them had ever done anything like this before. She’d done some wild things in her life, but jumping into a car with a stranger who then drove them across town to a posh high-rise wasn’t her normal style. The area reeked of money and scared the hell out of her.

This had to have been the stupidest thing Bryan had ever done, but when he’d caught sight of the totally hot guy in the Jag—the one who’d been giving head in Silver Lace’s bathroom—he didn’t want to be careful. Nichole had had him turned on, then he’d seen the man who’d been sucking dick earlier and he’d thrown all caution to the wind. He wanted this guy’s lips around his cock. What would Nichole think?

Bryan grabbed the door handle and jumped out of the Jag. He heard Nichole open the door beside him. His breath came in gasps as he realised the severity of his actions. He’d put Nichole’s life in jeopardy, all because he’d wanted a little man head. What if the Jag guy turned out to be a cold-blooded killer? Fuck, he’d watched too many scary movies.

Nichole’s hand on his arm startled him. The guy from the Jag stepped out, accessing his full height and making Bryan’s dick swell with desire. Shit, he wanted both Nichole and this other guy.

The Jag man came around the car, his gaze travelling up and down Nichole first, then Bryan. His rakish smile did funny things to Bryan’s insides. “I’m Luke, by the way.”

He stuck out his hand and Bryan shook it. “I’m Bryan.” They held on to each other for more time than appropriate. Luke smiled, a knowing gleam filling his eyes. Bryan’s heart thumped wildly in his chest. His cock strained at his zipper as he envisioned Luke on his knees in front of him.

Bryan cleared his throat and pulled his hand from Luke’s. The conflicting desires had his brain spinning. He wanted both Luke and Nichole. Could his previously vanilla sex life handle the sprite of a woman and this hunky god of a man?

Luke turned to Nichole. “You don’t remember me, do you?” Luke walked around Nichole, his eyes taking in her tiny skirt and sexy top.

“Should I?” she asked, her gaze following him.

Luke threw back his head and laughed. Bryan saw the predatory gaze overtake Luke and for a moment jealousy stabbed him in the gut. But why? Could it be the way Luke was staring at Nichole? He didn’t know.

Luke’s gaze caught Bryan’s. The pure lust coming off Luke made Bryan tingle all over. Luke licked his lips while he drilled into Bryan with his eyes.

“It’s late. Stay at my place tonight. I promise to be good,” Luke said.

Luke had struck gold with both Nichole and Bryan. He’d seen Nichole first, then Bryan, both of them very appealing, but together they were dynamite. It was too bad he hadn’t approached them at Silver Lace, but having them here now made his body quiver with need. He couldn’t believe that he’d asked them to spend the night. It was stupid and risky. What was he trying to prove? That he wasn’t a whore who pimped his body out to the highest bidder? That he could choose whom he did and when? He’d just finished off Christopher when the police had shown up and he’d dashed out of the back door. His car had been close and luck had shone on him, bringing him this pair.

Yeah, and inviting strangers up would make it all better. Pathetic.

The booty call from Christopher had been totally unwanted and had disgusted him, but scoring a meet with this pair made the memory of sucking Christopher less repulsive, since Luke was in control now. He’d evened the score with Christopher tonight and the jerk had nothing more to hold over his head. He’d never do that again. The fame and prestige had been too big of a carrot, turning him stupid, but a huge weight had now been lifted from his shoulders. He and Christopher had parted on mostly amicable terms, and his free agent status felt mighty powerful now that Nichole and Bryan were only yards from his lair. Not that he was all into that pseudo-macho junk, but his place was rather nice.

“So you really don’t know who I am?” he asked Nichole again.

“No, no clue. And I would remember a guy who looked like you. Just saying.” Nichole stared at him, her eyes following everything he did.

“At the park on Mondays?”

“Still don’t recognise you,” she said.

“I wear a ball cap and sunglasses. Let me grab them.” He opened the trunk of his car and slipped on the cap and oversized shades.

“Oh, you. Gosh, without the shades and cap I never would have known who you were. What’s your name again?”

“Luke. You haven’t been there for a while,” he said.

Her shoulders slumped. “I moved.”