Their Summer Heat (9 page)

Oh, baby. It will never be over.

“Okay, but if he can do without you sooner, let him,” said Logan.

She narrowed her gaze at Logan as she took a bite of sandwich, obviously miffed at the command. So, she didn’t like to take orders. Hell, giving commands was what Logan and he did best.

“Then I need to call your cleanin’ company and turn in my notice, and work my shift.”

Max opened his mouth to protest, but she held up her finger and waved it like a sword. “I also need to contact the mental hospital and let them know I won’t be workin’ for them for a while.”

Max was relieved to hear that. She was a psych major, so he understood why she worked there, but it still made him nervous to think about her hanging around crazy people.

“And what about DG?” asked Logan.

“I will keep that job.”

“What?” asked Max. “That’s
the
job we want you to give up.”

She frowned. “Why?”

If he were to say they didn’t want her entertaining other men, it would sound as if he were belittling what she was doing with them.

“We’re jealous,” offered Logan.

She took a bite of her sandwich, chewed it slowly. “Er…that makes no sense. The definition is hostility toward a rival and doesn’t apply here.”

Oh, hell, but it does
. Max knew he was overly protective, but her husky voice on a phone line and some pervert jacking off—fuck no, that wasn’t going to work. “Please.”

“No can do. The money’s great, and the experiment’s
information
is invaluable.”

Max supposed she had to be in control of something in her fucked up life. He watched her eat the sandwich as if it were her last meal. She deserved so much more than a piece of meat between two slices of bread.

“What time is the sex-talk job?” asked Logan.

She smiled, obviously aware of his irritation. “I used to
man
the phone between six and nine-thirty, but it’s flexible, so I’ll move my time to the afternoon.”

“There’s a demand for 900 numbers in the afternoon?” asked Max.

She grinned. “It’s a 24/7 business. I’ve worked that shift a couple of times, and the afternooners are mostly blue-collar, nightshift workers, and a few executives who need to get their rocks off during their 3:30 break. And that’s only if you believe the line of bullshit they shoot you.”

Hell. That didn’t make Max feel any better.

“And if we say no?” asked Logan.

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s your decision. I’ll give the iPhone back, take the clothes I said I’d pay you for, return those I don’t need, and head to the police station. If I can’t convince Bates and Connors to let me stay in my house, I’ll go to a shelter.”

She’d do it.

“What you don’t seem to understand, sweetheart,” said Logan, “is you need to rest in the afternoon. We plan on keeping you busy.”

“Real busy,” added his brother.

Her gaze darted from him to Logan. Her lips quirked. “Prove it.”

“You’ve had a rough day,” said Max. “I think we all need to rest tonight.”

“Thank you for your consideration, but I seriously need something to take my mind off today. So…I dare you.”

She gave him a sultry look that heated his loins.

“Oh, hell, she didn’t just say that, bro,” said Logan.

Having sex always energized Max, and perhaps it would help put things into perspective. After today, his perspective was wonky, at best. “Okay, but my rules. Do you think you can handle it?”

“I can handle anything but physical pain or somethin’ that makes me feel degraded.”

“Nothing like that, but you will have to give up control.”

She hesitated. “I’m game.”

Her pulse beat wildly at her neck. From excitement or fear, he didn’t know. He’d dated lots of society women, and none of them made him want to ask them to give up control. He was content finding subs in the BDSM clubs of New York, commanded complete control over those he chose. Summer would be appalled at the things he’d done to women. If she thought he was ruthless in the courtroom, she should see him in the clubs. But that would never happen. Pushing her away wasn’t on the agenda.

But he would find out just how far she’d go. She liked the spanking. He almost laughed, sure she’d psychoanalyzed why it made her so wet.

He let her finish eating before saying, “Go to my bedroom and wait on the bed for us.”

She arched a cute little brow but hopped off the stool and sashayed down the hallway.

When she was out of earshot, Logan said, “Man, I know you’re into some hard-core kinky shit, but I don’t think sweet Summer is, and I don’t want you to ruin what we have.”

Max stopped cleaning and pinned his brother with a stare, his anger seething just below the surface. Logan was into light kink, whereas Max was into the heavier stuff. “I would never, ever jeopardize what we have with her, but I will put some chocolate on the vanilla.”

Max pushed his brother’s apprehension from his mind and forced himself to take his time cleaning the kitchen. Anticipation was an ardent aphrodisiac—at least for him, and he was rigid to the point of pain. He wanted her mind to play “what if” and explore all the possible options.

“I’m ready if you are,” he finally said.

Logan stood. “My dick’s so hard I don’t think I can walk.”

“Then let’s go do something about it.”

When Max eased open his door, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her arms, pushing those delectable breasts out. He ignored her and headed straight for his closet. He could almost feel her eyes on him.

Anticipation buzzed through his soul and pounded in his cock as he selected his best red silk tie. She was still on the bed, watching Logan, who lounged against the doorjamb. Max stopped in front of her, the tie draped across one finger.

“Will you let me blindfold you?” Normally, he wouldn’t ask, but there was no indication how far Summer would go. Getting her to play was the goal.

She barely nodded, but it was a triumph, albeit a small one. He pulled her to standing, turned her away from him, and fastened the tie across her eyes, not giving her time to renege. Then he swept her hair aside and kissed the soft skin beneath her ear, loving the way gooseflesh peppered her skin.

“Logan, look under the bed and get my big case.”

A slight tremor rolled through her. Lust, hot and sweet, swirled through Max. He could only imagine the nervousness she must feel. Just what he wanted.

As his brother pulled out the toy box and laid it on a nearby chair, Max kicked her legs apart and bent her over the bed, so she rested on her bent arms. He slipped his fingers under the lace straps covering her ass, ran them from the top of her cheeks to the tops of her stockings. Her skin was softer than anything he’d ever experienced, softer than anything he could imagine. Max trailed a finger down the center of her back, past her anus and straight into her pussy.

“You’re already wet,” he said.

“Maybe.”

He smiled and slapped her on the ass hard, before moving to his goodie box. He needed to start out slow, something not too painful. Her ass was virgin; he’d bet his fortune on it. After careful consideration, he selected the graduating plastic anal beads. After lubing them, he stood behind her again. She squirmed when he dribbled cool gel in the crack of her ass.

Pressing his finger against her anus, he said, “I’ve got something for this hole.”

She immediately tucked her hips.

“I won’t hurt you.” He looked at his brother. “I promise.”

“Okay.” Her timid voice belied her answer.

As she visibly uncoiled, he positioned the toy at the sensual entrance.

“Relax,” he told her.

When she obeyed, the smooth, rounded end slipped easily inside, followed by the first small bead. The site of the erotic toy disappearing into her dark hole made his cock swell and twitch.

As he eased more length into her, each bead larger than the last, stretching her, Max gestured for his brother to strip.

When Logan was nude, Max said, “Summer, stand up.”

She obeyed, and Logan motioned for Max to sit in front of her. He couldn’t keep his eyes from the toy hanging from her ass.

“Logan’s on the bed in front of you. I want you to lean over, rest your arms on his legs, and take his cock into your mouth.”

While Logan helped her maneuver into place, Max shucked his clothes and couldn’t resist giving his member a long, hard stroke, couldn’t wait to sink into her sweet heat.

Logan reclined on his hands, a look of utter bliss on his face. Max grabbed the beads, drew them out slowly and then pushed them back in, causing Summer to shudder.

“Take Logan’s cock, fist it. Pump it while you suck him.”

When she did, Max pulled the beads back out a little faster and then pushed them back in.

“You can’t come,” he told her.

She whimpered around the flesh filling her mouth. Max set up a faster pace. In. Out. In. Out. He watched her body for any sign that she approached the edge. When she started to writhe, he stopped. It would be so easy to let her come, but he had something else in mind. After removing the beads, he lubed a small butt plug and placed it against her rear.

“This is larger than the beads. Push back against it and let it in.”

She hissed when the widest part moved past the tight ring.

“You okay?” he asked.

Summer nodded.

“Good. Let Logan roll on a condom, and then climb on and fuck him.”

Max stood to the side, watched their lover scramble over his brother. Logan positioned her over his cock, and she sank down. She was a beautiful vision in black lace, with seductive curves that made Max itch to take her in her forbidden hole. Summer slid up and down on Logan’s cock, and Max couldn’t pull his gaze away from her fantastic ass sporting those sexy garters. Her head dropped back as she rose and fell with slow, even strokes. It was such a turn-on to watch her fuck his brother.

Apparently, Logan couldn’t contain himself. He rolled Summer under him and powered into her. Max fisted his cock as he flipped the remote switch. She instantly climaxed with a high-pitched, “Ooooh.”

Logan growled and followed her with his own orgasm.

When Logan rolled off, Max killed the vibrator and pulled her next challenge from the pile. After slowly peeling off the corset and stockings and removing her blindfold, he settled between her legs, eyed her tempting globes with their perfect points. He latched on to one nipple, sucked hard. Her eyes fluttered open, and her gaze locked with his. He pulled away with a loud pop and immediately clamped her bud. She jerked against the pressure, and he quickly tonged the tip of her nipple.

When she settled down, he sat back.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

“A little.”

“More than you can tolerate?”

She shook her head. When he’d completed the process on her other nipple, he leaned back and eyed his work. It was beautiful.

“What is the long chain for?” she asked.

He picked up the end. “This is for your clit.”

Her eyes rounded. “Oh, hell no.”

Hiding his grin, he grabbed the free end and gently pulled it across her clit, causing her to rise against the friction. Tugging harder, he judged her pain reaction. The sharp intake of her breath caused him to ease up on the pressure against her nipples. Pushing too hard was out of the question. He bent, captured her little clit in his mouth, sucked in hard, teased it, before clamping her flesh. She jerked from the pressure.

Leaning back, he let his gaze drink in how the chain shimmered against her toned belly. It was the prettiest, sexiest sight he’d ever seen.

Easing forward, he claimed a sweet kiss. “Up on your hands and knees.”

A small smile played on her lips. When she was on all fours, the chain swayed gently. “How does it feel?”

She was silent for second. “Different…”

Not the response he was after. “It looks erotic as hell to me, especially with that little butt plug in your sweet ass.”

Max rolled on a condom, placed a finger into her hot channel, and then leaned his chest against her back. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, and the chain will be swinging with each thrust of my cock into your sweet pussy.”

His reward was her hot sheath clenching around his finger.

Max leaned back, positioned his dick at her entrance, and pressed in until his balls met her backside. Her tight tissues hugged his cock like a leather glove, and he couldn’t wait to fuck her without a barrier…and yes, he would fuck her bareback. Soon.

The only problem? With her velvety pussy wrapped around his dick, he wasn’t going to last long. He flipped the switch, and his cock vibrated. She wiggled, pushed back against him, but he held still, fought the urge to drive hard and fast.

“Please.”

That one whispered word unraveled him. He pounded into her with a frantic rhythm, knowing he’d never get enough of her. She cried out and he followed, his climax intense, powerful and consuming.

Summer ignored the looks she got when she slid out of the backseat of the black limo. Even though some kids did arrive in big honking rides each day, she wasn’t one of them, and these students knew it.

She walked with purpose, knowing any of these people who had been within a hundred yards of a TV or the newspaper knew she was in debt, had won a case against the New York Shark, and talked dirty for money.

Her personal life was wide open, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

The Society Murders had made the front page this morning, and by some miracle, her name and the scrawl on her wall hadn’t been released, which was somewhat ironic, since she was involved with the other two suspects and had been in the same room with both victims on Friday night. She had to wonder how much influence the Prestons had regarding what made the news.

Under the courtroom picture of her weeping was the caption:
The beautiful Summer Heat beats the New York Shark.
Then there was a picture of her on stage and Max and Logan standing on the floor after making that stupid bid, with the caption:
Two hundred grand is the winning bid and a new record, thanks to the New York Shark and the New York Highwayman.