Mine Until Morning (35 page)

Noelle laid her fingertips on the table and rose. With three-inch heels, she was a magnificent Amazon, sleek black hair, creamy skin, dark, mysterious eyes. It was no wonder Dax could barely look anywhere else but at her. He’d added his two cents to the conversation, but for the most part, the man observed. Six224

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four at least, Dax Deacon was more than a match for Noelle in height, but he was as blond as she was dark. Despite the civilized tuxedo, he watched her like a Viking warrior with his eye on the war prize.

Royce wondered how Dax could share. It didn’t fit the intense gaze. Yet Isabel claimed he got off on watching Noelle. No matter what she did or whom she did it with, Noelle St. James somehow involved him, calling him, having her date call him; sometimes Dax even went along to observe. It was a freaking odd relationship. Yet somehow it seemed to work for them. Besides, who was Royce to judge? He was dating the madam.

“I think we should get a little more comfortable, don’t you, Isabel?” Noelle winked at Dax. The only answer was a slight twitch along his jaw. Wearing a flowing skirt and camisole of some gauzy tie-dyed material, Noelle slid her blue and lime green scarf from her throat. The bright plumage did her coloring justice.

Yet to Royce’s mind, Isabel eclipsed her in simple black velvet and pearls.

“Yes, quite,” Isabel said, rising from the table, trailing her fingers along the collar of Royce’s white dress shirt as she headed to the living room, wineglass in hand. “You look so starched in that suit jacket and tie, Royce. Maybe you should take it off.” Two steps down, she wandered across the thick carpeting, walking right out of her high-heeled shoes.

He could feel his breath, his heart, his blood in his veins, his mind cataloguing every nuance of the rise in his desire. Their scents combined in an intoxicating blend of sweet, fruity, musky, aroused.

He followed her as if she were a siren, the choice gone as he left his jacket tossed over his chair, his tie loosened.

“Oh, you can do better than that,” she whispered, fingering his shirt buttons. She slid one after another after another with long, coral-colored nails. She pulled his tie, tossed it on the dining room steps, then trailed a finger down the center of his chest, finally laying her palm against his heart. Royce swallowed, the tempo of his pulse giving away his emotions. She smiled, went up on tiptoes, whispered against his ear. “I’ll make this so good for you, baby.”

She would. He had no doubt. Physically, she would give him a night like no other he’d ever had. But what about the morning?

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“So, what should we do with old Dax here?” Noelle mused. Royce turned slightly, bringing Isabel flush to his side, his hand on her nape at the base of her hair knot.

Up the two steps, onstage, Noelle circled the table, trailing her green and blue scarf along the cream carpet. She stopped beside Dax’s chair, legs spread, high heels planted. His back to them, he tipped his head to gaze up at her.

“Stand up,” she ordered in little more than a whisper. He rose. The air crackled between them. Royce felt like a voyeur, the sensation incredibly hot. Beneath his touch, Isabel stirred, drew in a breath. She felt it, too. Like standing on the precipice outside the living room window, the ocean beating and churning below.

Noelle closed the gap between them, her breasts brushing Dax’s tuxedo jacket. “Turn the seat around to face the living room.”

Dax flipped his chair’s position without taking his gaze off her.

“Sit down, hands hanging at your sides.”

The tall man did as ordered. Even several feet away, Royce could discern the blazing heat in his blue eyes. The tuxedo jacket didn’t manage to hide the bulge in his pants.

She straddled him, her multicolored skirt draping his legs, and Royce felt the special communion between them.

“You want this,” he thought he heard her say.

“Fuck yes,” Dax murmured.

Royce felt an answering flicker in his cock. Fuck yes, he wanted it, too, despite what came in the morning. He laid his arm across Isabel’s shoulders, tightened the grip, hauling her as close as he could get her. She shivered against his side.

This was what she’d always wanted for him.

Noelle slipped the end of her scarf through the slats of the chair, then around Dax’s wrist. Tying it off, she wrapped the length over his chest and secured his other hand.

“You can’t move.”

He shook his head, his lips curved. Royce was sure he could wriggle out of the knots, but he wouldn’t try.

Cupping his cheeks, Noelle kissed him long, deep, then finally backed off to survey her handiwork. “He looks so pretty in blue and green, doesn’t he, Isabel?”

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She tossed her long hair over her shoulder.

“Delicious,” Isabel murmured, but when he gazed down at her, Royce found her eyes on him, the blue as blazingly hot as Dax’s. Noelle turned her back on Dax, skipping down the two steps. “So what are we going to do to your honey? Make him perform a sexy striptease for us?” Her eyes sparkled like stars in a clear night sky. He’d have thought they would choreograph the whole event ahead of time, but Isabel shook her head. “We’ll strip him down together.”

Clinging to his side, she followed the arrow of hair with her finger down to his navel. Goose bumps trailed his skin in her wake. “Help me,” she urged Noelle. Wrapping her hand around his biceps, Noelle did the same, her touch slightly cooler than Isabel’s. Together they traced the line of his belt. There was a certain symmetry to their movements, one on either side of him. He felt a moment’s discomfort facing a man tied to a chair as they peeled off his shirt like gift wrap.

But Dax’s gaze was for his lady, focused, intent, like an arc of electricity straight to her. Yet, deep in the game now, Noelle ignored him. It was the weirdest goddamn thing.

Then Isabel was unbuckling his belt, and his focus fell from the abstract to the down-and-dirty.

“You’re already hard.” Her pinkie grazed his crown through his slacks.

“Fuck yes,” he echoed Dax.

She laughed, her breath caressing his ear, and his cock throbbed at the sound. “Unzip him,” she told Noelle.

“My pleasure.” Her voice bore a huskier note than before. The zipper slid down, teasing his flesh. He’d gone commando. Somehow it had seemed expected.

“Ooh.” Noelle let out a sigh. “He’s magnificent.” She glanced at Dax, her eyes crinkling. “But don’t worry, sweetie, you are, too.”

Isabel was the first to touch him, stroking down into the placket of his pants. She nuzzled his ear. “He’s so hard. I can feel blood pumping through his cock.”

“Let me feel.” Noelle laid her hand on him, too. He stiffened. Not his cock, but his body, as if he were suddenly wired with tension. Their hands were both soft, well cared for, silky, Isabel’s a tad warmer, as if her blood burned slightly hotter.

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“Oh my,” Noelle said, squeezing his balls, pressing her full length against him. His heart raced. It wasn’t necessarily all good.

“Shoes,” Isabel said, once again nuzzling his ear, her warmth permeating him.

In tandem, they crouched, untying his shoelaces, lifting one foot, then the other, to remove shoes and socks, their two heads bent to the task, light and dark, both sexy, but . . .

He couldn’t say whether it was a movement or a sound, but he glanced up to find Dax’s concentration on him now. There was something in his regard. An empathy perhaps. Relax. Enjoy. Take it for what it’s worth. Isabel tugged on his pant leg, pulling his suit pants off his hips. He touched her hair, knotted in her usual elegance.

Relax. Enjoy.

In that moment, he let it all go, pulling on her hair, setting it free to tumble over her shoulders, and with it, he let his inhibitions fall away, too. For now. Until the morning.

“Suck me, baby,” he whispered just for her. “Do it together.”

Something shone bright in her gaze, and he knew he’d given her what she needed.

GOD, HE WAS SO DELICIOUSLY SEXY. DAX WAS HOT, SURE, BUT ROYCE

was over-the-top. Isabel couldn’t get enough of him. No man had held her interest this long unless he was paying her.

“Come to Mama,” she crooned to his cock as Noelle pulled on his other pant leg and his slacks slid down his thighs. He bobbed close to her lips. Her mouth watered. But she didn’t suck him in, teasing herself a little longer. Then they had him out of his pants, clothes strewn everywhere, and God, he was magnificent, just as Noelle said. His cock was long, thick. A vein pulsed, and a tiny drop of pre-come beaded on the tip. He’d trimmed his pubic hair and shaved his balls smooth.

God, how she loved a man’s smooth balls in her mouth.

“Now, that is a pretty picture.” Noelle sat back, legs beneath her, hands on her thighs. Dax was tied to the chair decked out in full tuxedo, and Noelle had removed nothing but her scarf. Settling back on her calves next to Noelle, Isabel herself hadn’t even taken off her dress. Yet she’d forced Royce to stand there 228

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before them in all his glory.

God, she was proud of him, wanted to show him off, wanted him to recognize how others saw him.

You’re beautiful just the way you are, baby.

Why now, she couldn’t say, yet his long-ago words echoed in her head. But my folks just aren’t going to understand.

Was that a piece of why she’d done this? To force him into her world the way he’d never let her into his? No. That last fight had a purpose all its own that had nothing to do with Royce and everything to do with her need to get out of Prosperity.

So this? This was a gift, not payback.

“You are so beautiful,” she whispered with all the reverence she felt, gazing up at him with her heart in her eyes, hoping he could see. “Touch him, Noelle. Wrap your fingers around his cock.”

Her cheeks burned as Noelle slowly reached out. Her body heated from the outside in.

Royce’s eyes shimmered like quicksilver. Then his lids closed, and he tipped his head back, exhaling sharply as Noelle curled her fingers around his shaft and stroked his balls with her thumb.

Noelle was good. Men burned for her. And she loved sex. She was a courtesan by choice, not necessity. She wasn’t capable of monogamy, yet she had dreamed of love. Then Isabel had found Dax for her. The perfect man for a promiscuous woman.

Together she and Noelle would make Royce feel better than any one woman alone could, even Isabel herself.

She rose. Her heart drumrolled beneath her breast. Shoving her fingers through his hair, she pulled him down, mouth to mouth, eye to eye.

“Suck him, Noelle.”

His eyes smoldered like hot coals. Then she kissed him, claimed him, even as she gave him to another woman.

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SHE CONSUMED HIM WITH HER KISS, TASTING, DRINKING HIM, THEN

pouring herself into him. Royce couldn’t find air to breathe, but he wrapped one arm around her, anchoring her to him.

Christ, the feeling. The hot sweetness of her kiss. Her lips beneath his, her tongue driving him mad.

And the silky warm depths of another mouth on his cock. Jesus. Never in his life. Not like this.

Noelle licked his slit. His cock pulsed, feeding her a drop of pre-come. In so many ways, it was betrayal, and yet . . . so fucking hot his hips simply surged, pushing deeper into her mouth.

He groaned into Isabel’s kiss. She backed off, whispering against his lips. “It’s so good, baby, isn’t it?”

He blinked, swallowed, beyond words, almost beyond thought. She stepped back, leaving him bereft without her touch. But Christ, the woman on her knees pulled at his cock, sucking him deep, taking him, the sensations beyond a mere blow job. Because of Isabel’s gaze on him, her words pushing him.

“That’s so hot, baby,” she crooned, “so sweet, so good.”

His legs trembled. Spots swam before his eyes. He’d never risen to climax so fast, only managing to tamp down the explosion with his last micron of willpower.

Isabel reached behind, slowly pulling her zipper. Then she wriggled, letting the sleeves fall down her arms, and pushed the fabric over her hips until it pooled at her feet. No panties, no bra, just smooth, creamy flesh, dusky nipples, and barely there bush. She kicked the dress aside to stand before him in a choker of pearls, garter belt, and black stockings. His heart stopped.

“Don’t let him come yet, Noelle, you naughty girl.”

The sultry, dark-haired minx slid back. The pressure in his balls and behind his eyelids eased. He could breathe again.

Her mouth shiny, lipstick undisturbed, Noelle tipped her head over her shoulder. “He tastes good, sweetie.”

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Dax made a noise, a grunt—who the hell could be sure?

Royce had damn near forgotten he was there. He wasn’t particularly modest. He’d shared a number of locker rooms. This was different, close to terrifying, yet hotter than a desert sun.

His breath sawed in his throat.

Noelle set her sultry gaze on Isabel. “Let’s suck him together.”