Something New (20 page)

“No.” He locked his arm around her lower back, tying her to him. “Don’t pull back now.” He moved his hand lower and slipped his middle finger into her ass crack, teasing the hidden skin. “Let me feel it, Bit.” His tone commanding but soft, each word Rodrigo breathed caressed her sensitized lips. He took her mouth and ordered, “Do it now. Let me feel you come on me.”

He flicked just the very tip of his tongue to hers, and for Abby, it was as if he’d gone down on her and kissed her aching clit. Abby keened as the earthquake of pleasure rocked through her. Letting go of Rodrigo, Abby looked down at where they were connected, at where she pulsated around every single inch of Rodrigo’s dark, buried cock.

Oh dear God. It’s so beautiful.

Just seeing him inside her brought on a second wave of sharp, bone-shattering contractions in her cunt. Abby braced her hands and boots on the countertop and pumped herself onto Rodrigo’s cock, riding his length in long, measured strokes, somehow pushing through and fighting the pleasure he wrung out of her.

“Oh fuck, Rodrigo…” Abby glanced up at him, almost frightened by the intensity of attraction and physical desire she felt for him. “I think I can come again.” She let go with one hand and delved down to the top of her slit for a hard rub over her clit.

“Shit, baby, shit.” Rodrigo groaned and jerked within her, swelling against her snug channel. “Fucking let me see you do it.”

Unearthing her clit fully, Abby held herself open in a raw display of need. “Smack it for me.” She gritted her teeth as she flooded just by saying those words to Rodrigo. “Just—ohh God—once.”

Rodrigo growled and tapped at the exposed bead of bloodred flesh once, twice, three times, harder each time. On the third Abby exploded all over again, shaking and crying out as she came again, her pussy clamping down in repeated lines around Rodrigo’s cock, harder than before.

The moment Abby split apart, Rodrigo grabbed on to her hips and shuddered almost violently, losing himself too. A hoarse, rough noise escaped him, and he dragged Abby’s mouth to his, latching on with crushing command as he released his seed in sharp consecutive pumps, warming Abby within, even through the condom.

For a long, drawn-out minute afterward, they rested their foreheads against each other and just breathed in tandem, living in the blur of each other’s eyes. Abby could feel Rodrigo’s heartbeat without touching his chest and then wondered why she’d want to keep her hands off this man.

She placed her hand over his heart, reveling in the heat and perspiration glistening over his hard flesh as much as the thump pounding against her palm. Lifting her gaze to meet his, she felt an almost little-girl grin push up her lips. “That was…”
Everything I’ve fantasized about for the last ten months
? Abby didn’t feel certain one single word existed that was expansive enough to embody what she had just done with Rodrigo.

“Insane?” Rodrigo supplied as he tilted her mouth up for a brush of his lips. “Times a hundred?”

A familiar rich voice entered the conversation. “That was fucking incredible is what it was,” Braden said from a position at the entrance to the kitchen. Already stripped down to just his jeans, the man stood with a new overnight bag at his feet, his boots, belt, and folded shirt resting on top of it. “I always figured you guys were about to explode at any minute, but I had no idea it would end up being a display like that. There were moments where I thought you might hurt each other.”

Braden moved into the kitchen with catlike grace, and if Abby had learned anything about reading him lately, she would say he was a man on the hunt.

For Rodrigo.

With Rodrigo still inside her, Abby grew even wetter and turned her smile on Braden.

Rodrigo growled at the bastard. He knew what he’d said to Abby about Braden’s getting excited hearing about this moment. But in real time, Rodrigo had not given the man permission to watch him take Abby. Not for the first time. Not when it had felt so much more personal than Rodrigo had ever imagined it could be.

Circling his fingers around his root and the base of the condom, Rodrigo gently withdrew from Abby’s body. “How long have you been standing there, Crenshaw?” As sharply as Rodrigo bit that question off, he turned back to Abby, brushed her mess of wavy hair gently away from her face, and asked, “Are you all right?”

Abby’s cheeks already glowed with the aftereffects of their mating, but she still somehow managed to get rosier. “Yeah. I’m fine. Better than fine.”

Satisfaction rolled through Rodrigo, warming him for this woman again. Then he turned a hard stare on the man standing
way too fucking close
and growled out his question again.

“I was here almost from the beginning, I think,” Braden replied. It looked like he leaned closer and breathed them in, his eyes sliding half-closed for a moment as he did it. “You guys were so into each other you didn’t hear me coming up the stairs.”

As much as Rodrigo didn’t want to, he couldn’t help his gaze wandering over the sinewy lines of Braden’s bare chest or stop his blood from resurging and pushing for his sated body to revive once again. For the moment, nothing visible gave Rodrigo away, but everything in him wanted to grab his jeans up from his knees and cover his cock.

Don’t do it. Don’t let Braden see you sweat around him. Fucking get yourself back under control.

Right then Abby nudged them both back a step and hopped off the counter. “How’d you get in, Braden?”

“Iris was locking up when I arrived, so she let me in through the store. I came up through the back room.”

“Oh, all right, good. I admit that I pretty much forgot anybody was downstairs.”

The voluminous folds of Abby’s skirt settled back around her hips and thighs, covering her to just above the knee and creating an enticing, almost forbidden picture of a topless woman wearing a modest skirt, cowboy boots, and nothing else.

“I can understand why.” Braden chuckled, turning as Rodrigo did to stare at Abby moving about the kitchen.

Abby flushed with more color, all the way down to her small, perfect breasts, and Rodrigo’s libido pushed to come alive again.

Poised at the refrigerator, Abby suddenly moved back to Braden, an ocean of intense blue in her eyes. “Are you okay with this?” She looked at Braden but reached out and grabbed Rodrigo’s hand, linking their fingers tightly. “With what happened? With what you saw?”

“My sweet Abby.” Braden crooked his finger under Abby’s chin and brushed a lingering kiss to her lips. “Part of what makes me so attracted to the two of you is how much you want each other.” Braden took Abby’s free hand and pushed it down over the obvious bulge pushing against the front of his jeans. “See?”

“I did suspect that, Detective. You have been dropping good hints.” Abby laughed for a moment, but then the melodious noise died and she became subdued. “As long as we don’t hurt or lie to each other. All of us.” Her voice went husky, and Rodrigo had to imagine she’d let her thoughts drift to her mother’s infidelity. “That’s all I care about.”

Something dark muted Braden’s gaze. Barely a hint, but Rodrigo saw it.

Before Rodrigo could assess the brief change, Braden curled his hand around Abby’s nape and kissed her forehead. “I won’t, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I promise.”

Forgetting about Braden’s momentary slipup, Rodrigo brought Abby’s hand up to his lips. “Hey.” Her fears, no matter how big or small, worked into Rodrigo and latched on, tugging at his heart. “It’s not gonna happen.” He turned her hand over and pressed a kiss to her wrist. “I won’t let it. Okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded and attempted a smile.

Braden then dipped down and whispered something in Abby’s ear, too low for Rodrigo to catch the words. A grin—a real one—slowly captured Abby as Braden went on, followed by a nod from her until Braden finally angled her face up and descended on Abby with a kiss. It started out as something soft and chaste but grew in steadying degrees until Braden clearly had Abby’s mouth at his mercy while his hands worked her skirt back up to her waist.

Whimpering with that sexy little purr of hers, Abby seemed to fight the dominance of Braden’s kiss. She turned the tables on him and shoved her hands down the back of his jeans, pushing the loosened fabric ever more completely down to his hips.

Shit, Rodrigo couldn’t stop staring. As much as it stuck in his craw to admit it, he understood why Braden hadn’t been able to walk away when he found Rodrigo and Abby going at each other on the kitchen counter. It was mesmerizing to watch up close. Fucking arousing too.

Braden suddenly grunted and tore himself away from Abby, only to lean back in to take her mouth one more time, hard and fast, before pulling away. “Fuck, honey, you’re good.” He walked the length of the kitchen, breathing heavily.

Once again, Rodrigo tried not let his gaze linger where Braden’s jeans barely stayed on his hips, but the indentation of his spine that led down to the cleft of his ass was right there as he passed, and Rodrigo couldn’t make himself turn away. Braden’s sharp, angular lines of male perfection appealed to all Rodrigo’s senses as fully as Abby’s softer, creamy skin and pretty girl-next-door features did.

His back to Rodrigo and Abby, Braden planted his hands on either side of the kitchen’s entrance. “Christ.” He let go to reach inside his jeans, wincing as he certainly adjusted his prick. “I’m going to need a minute now to pull my act together again.”

Abby circled slowly around Rodrigo, starting at his back. She ran the tip of one finger in a shivery line across Rodrigo’s ass to around his hip and let it come to a stop an inch away from his dark thatch. “Take all the time you need, Braden.” She ran that finger up Rodrigo’s stomach and scraped his nipples, shocking a gasp out of him. “He probably needs a minute too.”

Rodrigo went scorching hot and icy cold—at the same time—the second that pronoun left Abby’s lips.
He?

“Wait.” Rodrigo bit his cheek as Abby scratched his hardening nipples again, but his heart stopped for a handful of beats when Braden returned, clutching a few things in one hand. “What are you doing?”

Braden set a box of condoms and a container of lubricant on the counter. “I’m not going to fuck you red and raw or bare, Santiago.” Braden went ahead and pushed down his jeans and underwear, setting his jutting cock free. Stepping out of his pants, Braden offered another one of those predatory smiles. “At least not yet.”

Shit
. Rodrigo’s rectum sucked in convulsively even as his mouth watered at the sight of Braden’s thick, stiff cock.
I want that thing inside me somewhere, anywhere
. Confused by his attraction but still so fucking full of
wanting
this man, Rodrigo didn’t move, understanding that remaining in place was tantamount to giving permission for Braden to take his ass.
Shit.

His breathing still a little uneven, Braden moved in close to Rodrigo’s side, so close his erection pushed against Rodrigo’s hip. Rodrigo clenched his teeth and swallowed the needful noise that wanted to escape him. He pushed some with his shoulder, feeling like he needed extra space.

Braden didn’t back off one bit. With his dick right there—
right fucking against
Rodrigo’s flesh—the man said, “Your cock is something special, Santiago.” He dropped his gaze and let it linger at Rodrigo’s groin. “But you still might want to take that off before you get too hard again.”

Rodrigo looked down at his still-sheathed dick. “Shit.”

Braden flashed another fast smile Rodrigo’s way. “Now you’re just
trying
to get me hot for you.”

“Bastard.” Rodrigo reached down, but Abby, flanking Rodrigo’s other side, pushed his hand away.

She rubbed up against Rodrigo, matching the torment of Braden’s cock brushing against Rodrigo’s thigh with the press of her breasts to his arm. “I’ll take care of it for you.” She folded to her knees and looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as she peeled the used condom off his prick and tossed it away.

Right there on the floor in front of him, Abby surely saw the first visible twitch from Rodrigo’s cock. His dick moved on its own just at the sight of Abby kneeling before him.

Abby manipulated Rodrigo’s leg and put his boot in her lap. “Let’s get the rest of this stuff off you.” As she undid the laces, somehow making removing his boots the sexiest damn act in the world, new heat suddenly rode Rodrigo’s back and pushed his penis to half-hard.

Braden.

Rodrigo felt the man’s tall, sure frame behind him, right up against him—not too pushy, not too far away—and the moan Rodrigo had been able to suppress previously vibrated out of him now. While Abby removed the rest of Rodrigo’s clothes, Braden kept the contact at Rodrigo’s back light, to something Rodrigo might think were accidental brushes of their skin if he didn’t know exactly what Braden intended to do to him.

Shit. What I want him to do to me.

Forget a half-hard prick. Rodrigo’s penis pushed to full staff smack in front of Abby’s face and under Braden’s watchful eye. His legs suddenly betraying him, Rodrigo found himself leaning against Braden, searching for support.

Immediately, Braden wrapped an arm around Rodrigo’s waist, fitting their bodies to each other as if it were something they’d done a thousand times before. Rodrigo’s head naturally fell against Braden’s shoulder, and Braden angled his so their mouths nearly touched. “You really do have an impressive cock, Santiago.” As Braden spoke, he slid his hand down Rodrigo’s belly and pushed his fingers through Rodrigo’s thatch of thick, tight curls. “I started getting turned on the second I walked in on you and Abby, but when you told her you were gonna fuck her mouth hard soon, you almost pushed me over the edge right then and there.” Braden crept lower and took the base of Rodrigo’s dick in his fist.

He licked at Rodrigo’s mouth and darted past the seam with his tongue. “Look down at her and watch,” Braden said, his voice low but firm. “I want to see you do it right now.”

Rodrigo turned his attention to Abby. He watched Braden control the situation and guide Rodrigo’s penis to her slightly parted lips. He nudged with the moist head, easing in just a bit, and Rodrigo released one of his hated noises as Abby probed his slit with the tip of her tongue. Braden pulled Rodrigo’s dick back only to guide him into Abby’s mouth again, an inch or so this time, long enough for Abby to roll her tongue all around his glans. Braden then withdrew Rodrigo’s cock. He repeated the process over and over again. Each time Braden gave Rodrigo a hint of the heaven awaiting in Abby’s mouth, he took it away, only to give him a little bit more the next round, but never the full length and never long enough to allow Rodrigo more than a taste of the talent he knew lay beyond Abby’s lips.