Beck & Call (21 page)

Jake glared at him. “I’m sure you know I’m as ‘up for’ it as you are.”

His verbal air quotes caused her to jerk. Were they—? She couldn’t help checking out their groins. Adrenaline instantly flooded her. They were hard. Both of them. Like, grab-a-tape-measure hard, because Guinness world records might be at stake. Mia’s thighs clenched, her pussy squirming with interest.

If Damien had asked what she wanted then, she’d have given him a greedier answer.

“Oh boy,” she said softly.

The men stop playing stare wars to regard her. Jake’s eyes slitted as he registered her excited state. Was he angry? Her body didn’t think it mattered. It twitched with anticipation the moment he zeroed in on her. The thought crossed her mind that she liked when he focused on Damien too.

Face it,
she thought.
You wet your panties for everything these guys do.

Jake’s jaw unclenched enough for him to speak. “She might not want props,” he said, without turning to Damien. “But we still need a few supplies.”

“You want to take her here?” Damien asked.

Jake’s expressive mouth slanted. “People say the kitchen is the heart of home.”

“Very well.” Damien rose from the stool. “I’ll get what you need. Please wait for my return.”

“Are you angry?” Mia blurted as soon as he’d stepped away.

“Like that would stop you,” Jake growled.

“You can say
no
if you want.”

His hot blue eyes shot fire at this suggestion. “Mia. For such a brilliant girl, sometimes you’re an idiot.”

He’d been on the opposite side of the kitchen’s shiny black island. Her pleasure at being called brilliant slowed her reaction to the fact that he was now stalking toward her around it. She slid off the stool nervously. Damien’s swanky guest robe was oversized on her. Though she’d tied it snugly, she couldn’t forget that she was naked under it.

Naked and wet, as it happened.

“Damien said wait,” she reminded.

Jake gripped her arms and yanked her onto her toes. “Fuck Damien.”

He kissed her more gently than she expected, everything considered. His lips molded over hers, his tongue sliding in to stroke and tease. Her insides melted as she slid her hands up his muscled back, stretching up him to get closer. His powerful arms wrapped her waist obligingly. The kiss deepened and slanted. Jake’s big hand palmed her bottom through the waffled cotton, massaging the rounds of flesh.

When his hand suddenly tightened to pull her against his erection, a pleasured noise broke in Mia’s throat.

She could have kissed him like that forever, but Jake wandered. He kissed the corner of her mouth, and her cheekbone, and dragged his open lips down and up her neck.

“This is for me,” he murmured beside her ear, his breathing not quite even.

He still sounded slightly angry. Mia touched his face and looked up at him.

“I want this,” he said, understanding what she was asking. His expression turned rueful. “For better or worse, I want to be inside you.”

Mia bit back a grin. “Forgive me if I hope it’s better.”

His thumb stroked her jaw, his eyes gazing into hers. “Sweet little Mia.”

She didn’t like the wistfulness in his tone. “Jake—”

“Don’t change your mind,” he warned.

She hadn’t planned to. She didn’t get a chance to say so. Damien had returned.

“Condoms,” he said, smiling faintly as he held up the box. “And lube, though that might be unnecessary. Do with them what you will.”

It occurred to Mia that she’d like to watch Damien dress Jake’s cock. She pressed her lips together to prevent herself from asking. Asking would be pushing. Damien was back in his comfort zone, so relaxed and pleased about what was unfolding that she didn’t want to ruin it.

“Is that dining table sturdy?” Jake asked, jerking his head toward the dramatic plank thing that sat nearby.

“It’s solid redwood.” A grin split Damien’s handsome face. “It’s also marine sealed for quick cleanup.”

Jake snorted with amusement. “Good thing I don’t have to worry about getting it messy.”

Mia sucked a startled breath as Jake swung her up in his arms. He carried her to the table and sat her on its end. She saw at once that it was the perfect height for Jake to enter her standing up.

“Take any seat you like,” he said to Damien.

She suspected Jake knew what that would do to her. Her borrowed robe grew damper under her.

Jake considered her. “You haven’t left me much unwrapping.”

“No,” she agreed breathlessly.

He pushed her knees apart and stepped between them. His body heat warmed the breeze that tickled her pussy. She loved how deliberately he was breathing, and that Damien chose a chair hardly any distance away from her. Jake’s glance slid to the other man and returned to her. A deeper flush stained his high cheekbones. He began undoing the simple knot that held her robe’s tie closed.

“I want to keep that,” she said.

His eyebrows went up. “You want the tie.”

“Yes, please.”

He removed it, placing it in her waiting hand. Mia set it on the broad table behind her. The whorls of the wood were pretty, the lacquer that sealed it smooth. She stroked its satiny surface as she turned back to Jake.

“All right,” she said. “I’m ready now.”

He chuckled silently. “You’re ready, huh?”

He parted the robe around her, baring her, gently slipping the cotton down her arms. Nothing hid her then. Not clothes. Not the steam from a shower. Not the shadows that came with night. She sat naked in the sunshine, being watched by two admiring men. Happily, they weren’t looking at her flaws; they were focused on what they liked. Jake’s fingers caressed her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples so that their centers drew tight and hard. He pulled his touch down her belly and onto her thighs.

When his hands smoothed upward from her knees, he pushed her legs wider.

“Let’s see how ready,” he whispered.

She tensed as he rubbed his thumbs along the inner side of her folds, but it was a good tension. The desire she couldn’t wait for him to meet was rising. He looked at what he was doing and licked his lips.

“So pretty,” he said. “So pretty and wet for me.”

She felt pretty, more than she ever had. She heard Damien’s light breathing quicken, saw his hand grip the table’s irregular edge from the corner of her eye.

“Show me what you have for me,” she said.

Jake had a hump the size of the Brooklyn Bridge. He undid his waistband button and took hold of his zipper’s tab.

“You mean this old thing?” he joked.

She couldn’t look away as he dragged the teeth carefully open around the ridge. She reached for him before he could dig his erection out.

“Let me.”

He closed his eyes as she stroked the hot velvet of his shaft. That was a true pleasure, like holding life itself in her palm. A foil packet appeared like magic beside her leg. Mia put its contents to their intended use, taking great satisfaction in making sure the latex was properly smoothed down. Possibly, she was too long about it. She hadn’t forgotten Jake liked rubbing his cock’s right side when he masturbated. It seemed important that she pay that part of him extra attention.

Her consideration didn’t go unnoticed. When Jake lifted his lids again, his irises smoldered. Mia shivered, and his mouth curved slowly into a smile. As his lips pulled higher, she noticed his eyeteeth were sharp—as if he really had alpha wolf DNA.

He put his hand lightly over hers on his cock. “I think you haven’t quite got me where you want me. Why don’t you fix that?”

The rasp behind his suggestion was dead sexy.

“Pull me closer to you,” she urged.

He scooted her to the table’s edge. His tight butt made the perfect shelf for her heels, but his hard-on’s angle was too high. She tipped it downward slowly, very conscious that Damien was watching. Jake’s breathing got faster. He leaned straight-armed on the table, and she touched his crown to her gate.

She swallowed at the feel of their flesh kissing.

“Don’t rush going into me,” she said. “You know he wants to see.”

Jake’s fiery blue eyes darkened. “I know. I’m going to lower you to the table.”

He cupped the back of her head to control her descent, his torso following hers as she went back. Finally, he hovered over her on his elbows. His skin was hot, his body beginning to perspire.

The tip of his cock nudged a fraction into her.

“Wait,” she said as he gathered himself to thrust.

Though he checked himself, she could tell she was straining his patience.

“One second,” she promised. She fumbled blindly for the bathrobe’s discarded tie. She found it after a second, wrapping one end around her left wrist and the other around her right. A foot of white cotton stretched between.

Jake watched this with fascination, his personal kinks rendering the simple act powerful. When she snapped the tie taut between her wrists, he jerked.

“Now,” she said. “I’m ready to be taken.”

He hissed a curse that sounded more like praise. “You’d better be ready, doll.”

His hands took hold of either side of the table’s edge. Realizing she’d better brace, she swung her self-administered bondage over his head and onto his back.
Then
he pushed, his shaft so thick with excitement she doubted he could have entered quickly no matter what.

“God,” she moaned, her neck arching off the table as her heels dug into his ass.

Despite her urging, he went in slow. He felt so good—smooth and hot, stretching her pulsing wetness until he truly seemed to be claiming her. Halfway there, she remembered she wanted to watch his face. She forced her eyes back open. Their gazes met. A bead of sun-struck sweat rolled down one high cheekbone. He pulled in another breath, using it to help him forge in the last inches.

A tremor shook him as he held deep, a mini-quake of lust.

“Don’t move,” he ordered her.

She didn’t want to. She was memorizing the sensation of him filling her. She’d had one bed partner before him, and he’d just made her feel like there hadn’t been any. Her body recognized him as her first true lover, the first her heart desired, the first she craved to give in to with every cell.

His hot gaze slid down her body, to the notch and press of their pelvises. The hitch of his diaphragm said the sight aroused him.

“Can you see?” he asked without turning to Damien.

“Very well,” their watcher said quietly. “Please don’t worry about me.”

Mia stroked Jake’s back with the stretched out tie. “Please move, Jake. Before I go crazy.”

He pushed even deeper and then drew back. Her hands fisted on the belt as a groan rolled from her. He thrust in and out, not fast but thoroughly, every inch of him stroking her inside. The heaven of him moving caused her to eyes to drift shut again. His motions weren’t perfectly controlled. He was too excited, the things their bodies were doing too new and delicious. He moved one hand between them to thumb more friction into her clit.

Mia swallowed a pleasured noise.

“I need to … catch you up to me,” he said.

Her body undulated, her heels sliding higher on his back to splay her knees wider. Jake laughed breathlessly and dropped his chest closer.

“That’s not helping.”

“I don’t want to help.” She tugged at him with the tie. “I want you to go at me.”

She opened her eyes and found him staring back at her.

“You want me to fuck you.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Well, then.” He took hold of her upper thigh and gave her what she asked for.

She cried out, because the increase in speed and force instantly felt like ecstasy. He grunted and kept going. She clutched him—with the belt, with her hands, her heels urging him on energetically. God, she couldn’t get close enough. Instinct had her shifting one leg higher than the other.

“Mia,” he huffed. “Mia …”

The way he said her name caused something fiercer than pleasure rise in her.

That rose too, of course. His thrusts were too compelling, too strong and deep not to push her up the slope. She groaned and arched, her pussy tightening on his cock with her first contractions of climax. Jake gasped out a curse and really picked up the pace. Their combined weight thumped the heavy table, the rhythm ragged but effective.

“Come closer,” he said, shoving his left hand beneath her back.

She didn’t have the breath to say
yes
. His right hand anchored her hip. He was using the holds to brace her, to keep his pumping from pushing her away. He drove her through the peak and beyond, so that she flew up and leaped again. She felt him swell between her walls then, felt his fingers grip so hard she knew they’d leave marks. He jerked as he plunged deep and shot in her.

“Ah,” he cried, the noise unexpected and exciting. “Ah.”

Mia’s calves slipped on his perspiring ribs.

Finally, his spine relaxed.

“Whew,” he said, wiping his sweaty brow on his sweaty shoulder. “Give a guy a workout.”

Mia smiled at him and he smiled back. The tie had come loose. She’d let it go, she guessed. Her hands had found their way to his chest, where they stroked his chest hair and muscle. Jake’s eyes looked sleepy, but his heart pounded crazily. Hers wasn’t much calmer.

He dropped his head to rub their noses together.

“Mia,” he said. “Thank you for wanting that.”

~

Damien’s heart had lodged in throat, emotions rioting inside him that he was reluctant to identify. He’d pushed for this. He’d wanted to see Jake and Mia’s passion, for it to be genuine and extreme. It was why he watched anything. To see those heightened moments, to steer them into happening. They were his then a bit, just not enough to be dangerous.

Never once when he watched before had he felt he might be missing out.

Be careful what you wish for,
he thought.

He forced himself to release the table edge, which he’d gripped tight enough to cramp his fingers. He didn’t massage the tendons, only pulled his arm away.

Mia was the first to look at him. She drew breath as if she would speak.