Gage, Ronna - Three Hearts One Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

“Congratulations.” She leaned against the fender of his vehicle.

“Thank you.” He set his hand over hers. “I came by with the thought that we could celebrate.”

Tingles of warmth shot through her. Mentally, she had to recount the days since she last saw Jaxon.
Three weeks.
“I’d love to.”

“All right,” he sighed audibly. “I feared you’d have been plucked up by someone else in my absence.”

Karma felt the heat of her cheeks burn.
Don’t give away all your secrets.
“That’s what you get for being gone so long.”

“A long time?” he challenged.

 
“Three weeks is a long time, Mr. Hollister. But I’m always available to celebrate.”

“How about I follow you home, you can change, and we can go out to eat?”

Her heart raced. “That sounds like a good idea.”

“Good. His phone rang. He looked at the screen and rolled his eyes. “Can we meet at my house in say an hour?”

“Of course. I’ll meet you there.” She bent to brush a kiss to his lips. His hand cupped her cheek, and he deepened the kiss. When he finally released her, she pulled back breathless. “I look forward to it,”
 

“Me, too.”

Karma watched him drive off toward his house. Her heart felt a slight emptiness with his absence, but the knowledge that he waited for her at his house rejuvenated her soul. “Oh my, that man is gorgeous.” She got into her Ford Edge, took a deep breath, and giggled with glee. Turning on the motor, the air conditioner blew hot and then cold air onto her. She touched her fingertips to her cheeks.
Hot.
Looking into the mirror, crimson red patches covered her face. “I am playing with fire.” The verbal confession intended to bring her to her senses settled into one of dread. Dylan’s face formed in her mind. A ghostly touch on her pussy almost triggered the small orgasm building for another man. “How can I not play with fire? I need Jaxon, too.” She set the vehicle in gear and drove in the direction of her home. “Tonight, we celebrate.”

* * * *

Karma pulled into the gated community of Jaxon’s condominium. She parked in the space next to his car and turned off the engine. The mood of the night to come swayed her to push Dylan’s face out of her mind. Her body craved his slow grooving motions, but tonight she needed Jaxon’s adventurous nature. She rang the doorbell to his condo and waited almost a total of five seconds. He met her at the door in a gray silk blazer, black oxford shirt, and dark jeans.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he greeted with a smile. His perfectly white, straight teeth glimmered in the dusky night. With a cordial kiss against her lips he welcomed her.

“Hello yourself. I knew you would want to dress down tonight.” She looked down at the empire-waist blouse and white capris. “Is this too casual?”

“No, ma’am. I’m keeping up appearances in case we are mobbed by reporters.” He guided her to his Lexus. Looking around, he leaned in closer to her. “I have it on good authority that they want to interview the man that got close to a million-dollar settlement for his client.”

Karma acted surprised by his news, but she wasn’t. If there were ever a man ready to defend the underdog client, it was Jaxon, and he did it very well. From the small man of a major corporation to the middle man in a world-wide conglomeration, Jaxon knew how to pluck the right nerve. “Well, my goodness. What did this company do to deserve your, uh, attention?”

Jaxon shrugged. “Sold an energy drink that had alcohol in it to a minor. Unfortunately, my client’s daughter died because of that damn drink.”

Karma’s heart almost broke. “That poor man.”

Jaxon chuckled. “Not anymore.”

“Jaxon! How can you be so blasé…so callous about this? A man just lost his daughter.”

He stepped Karma into the passenger door of his car, leaned against her to block her path of escape, and with the softest voice, she heard him answer truthfully. “Yes, he did lose his daughter, and yes, it is tragic, but, honey, with that money he can ensure his other five children’s futures.
 
Three-quarters of a million dollars will go a long way in providing for them and his retirement.”

Karma glared at him with shock and disapproval. “How can you justify a child’s death with money?”

“I don’t. He did, and the judge happened to agree. I am just a simple tool of the system.” He cupped her cheek in his hand, his thumb grazing her jawbone. “I live on the edge of adventure every day. I seek the best possible action to take in that courtroom, and right now”—he kissed her lips—“I am eager to get dinner and come here to find the best possible action with you.”

Any agitation she felt for him dissipated with his first touch and the seduction in his voice at the insinuation of an adventure to come for them. Her mind turned to mush. Her body tingled for him from her nipples to her toes. She wanted him on her…in her. “I don’t feel like eating out.”

His grin turned lopsided. He cupped her pussy. “Oh, but I do.”

Searing heat zipped through her and moistened her panties. “Well, let’s not starve ourselves any longer.”

Jaxon led her back to the door of his apartment. “We’ll order Chinese.”

“Sounds great.”

Once inside from the prying eyes of God knew who, Jaxon literally pushed her to the wall. His huge muscular body firmly held her in place while his hands roamed every part of her body. “Your pussy was so hot I almost took you outside in plain sight.”

Karma pushed his blazer over his shoulders. “Thank you for thinking of my reputation at least.”

 
He assisted her in getting his shirt out of the waist of his jeans. “You’re welcome. My honor wouldn’t let me.” The shirt unbuttoned. He let it hang open to reveal fine blond hairs which covered a small patch of his chest. His blue eyes gazed over her body. “You have on too many clothes.” He undid the three buttons of her shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it toward the living room.
 

Karma’s mind reeled with his quickness. “Shouldn’t we do this in the bedroom?”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” His lips kissed the skin of her cleavage and teased her farther down.
 
In a matter of seconds, she was down to her bare skin with no recollection of how her body or mind felt about his abrupt manner. One moment she had on her bra, bottoms, and panties, the next she stood naked before him. Her last recollection was that kiss!

“As you said before, three weeks is way too long. I refuse to wait one more minute.”
 
In one swoop, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He sat her on the made-up bed, peeled his shirt off his shoulders—the most erotic thing Karma had seen in so long—and then in the fashion of a daytime actor’s disrobing, his long seductive fingers
 
unfastened his jeans. The strong, thick skin of his cock bulged forth.

“I love you. I need you and gotta have you,” he confessed boldly.

She swallowed hard. “God in heaven, I love you.” He leaned her back onto the mattress.

“How much do you love me?”

“I will be happy to show you later. Right now, I need to take the edge off both of us.”

Her bottom lip quivered at the statement. “Ho…how do you propose to take the edge off us?”

He placed his hands on either side of her face. His body hovered above hers. Her breath caught in her throat. “I will start by kissing every inch of your body for one.” His lips trailed a line from her neck down to her pussy. “I will make you squirm until you can’t hold back any longer”—his tongue wet the delicate bud of her sex, and she bucked against him—“and you scream in the darkness.”

The short pants of breath from her lips quickened until there was absolutely no sound coming from her at all. His tongue drew out the evidence of her need with each stroke while long fingers pumped in and out of her. The suckling noise filled the room, reverberating off the walls in repeated throes of passion. In a release so powerful, the room faded to black; her body shook; and true to his promise, she screamed his name in the dark.

“Told ya you’d scream my name,” he teased. He rolled over, taking her with him and lifting her off the mattress. She came to stop astride his groin, his cock thick and straight to gain entry into her.
 
“Now that we’ve taken the edge off you, let’s work on me.” Strong hands guided her to the right position, and then he eased her upper body down to impale her onto his throbbing cock. In a gasp of surprise, she felt every ridge of his cock inside her canal. “You’re hot and wet.” The eagerness in his eyes set another wave of wetness to her channel. “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?” She said nothing, but the way he talked to her did have an effect on her. No one had ever talked to her that way.

“Let’s just say, there is no way in hell someone else could get away with it.” She eased herself up, feeling the swollen shaft from base to tip, the slight ridge of his penis’s head, and then she eased back down to feel it all the way down again. She sucked in a breath. Her sensitive flesh enjoyed the moment of friction between them. When her wetness coated him, her vigor grew in momentum, building to full throttle until the motion of their bodies clapped skin to skin. His hands grabbed her hips…hers grabbed her nipples…the humid air between them surrounded her. Sweat beaded off her face and slipped down her cheek to gather at the fine cleft in her lips. She licked the salty moisture. Her hands kneaded her breasts…her thumb and forefinger pinched at her nipples, and then in a thrust so hard and unexpected, Jaxon’s finger slid into her ass…and simultaneously, his cock hit that one spot inside her and broke the dam of orgasmic release. On a violent flood of arousal built by the two of them, her cum mingled with his. The two held one another until the currents subsided and the cognitive sense of reasoning returned.

Jaxon heaved himself from the bed and turned on the soft light on the nightstand. “Are you still hungry?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Yes, but not for food,” she purred, lifting her hands to him.

He came to her, kissed her deeply, and stroked her pussy with his hand. “I intend to reclaim this…” He gave slight pressure to her sensitive bud. “…later. Right now, I have to eat.”

“What do you suggest?”

“I thought we could grab some sandwiches, burgers, anything fast.”

“What about your interviews or the Chinese delivery?”

He kissed her on the forehead and once more left the bed. “I think you’ve worn me out, not that I’m complaining. Besides, if they truly want to interview me, they can call my office. As for the Chinese, I’m not really in the mood for it.”

She smiled. “Okay, give me a moment to get dressed.” She reached down to pick up her shirt. He grabbed it from her.

“No, you stay naked. I will go down the street and pick up some burgers.” He turned toward the closet and grabbed a pair of jeans off the door and then pulled them on. Looking back in the closet, he grabbed a T-shirt, slid it on over his head, and looked back at her. “We’ll eat in the nude, and when we’re done I’ll have dessert.” He opened her legs and licked her fold. “What do you think about that idea?”

Goose bumps invaded the underlying layer of her skin. Her breath caught at the touch of his lips on her swollen pussy and then at the removal of his heat. “Mr. Hollister, I have to admit that sitting around here in the nude waiting for you to come back and feed me is turning me on.”

He cupped her face. “And that is just the beginning. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” Karma watched him leave the room. She listened for the sound of the door locking in the other room. She rolled over and sighed. “He can make me consider doing things that I never thought I’d do before in my life.” Suddenly a dreadful thought popped into her head. “Oh God, I think I’m falling in love with him, too. How can I be in love with two men?”

Chapter Three

Karma plopped down at Roxette’s dining room table, sighed in despair, and came close to tears.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked her concern evident at the display of near emotional breakdown.

Karma took a second before she answered, unsure of how to break the subject she felt desperate to talk over with someone. “I’m in trouble!” she announced.

Roxette looked at her wide-eyed. “You’re pregnant?” Her shifting body position indicated her regret for such an outburst.

She sat back a little in an involuntary attempt to shield herself from the harsh sting of the question and the hurt caused by Roxette’s first impression and that it would go straight to that kind of problem. “No, I’m not pregnant.” Karma rolled her eyes. “Give me some credit at least.”

Roxette sighed with obvious relief as her body relaxed its pose. “Whew! That was scary. Can you imagine not only what your brother would say, but your parents? I don’t even want to think about it.”

“No shit!” Karma laughed in spite of herself. “I need you to be serious for a second. That’s why I came to you. I need your levelheaded insight and advice, not verbal lashings of a family member.”

Roxette shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, go ahead. I’m all ears.”

Karma narrowed her eyes at Roxette’s choice of words. Long black hair pulled back from her face revealed the smallest ears she’d ever seen. In fact, she was almost jealous. “You know, I never really understood that phrase…in a physical sense that is,” she added before Roxette got the chance to explain.