Wicked Lovers 07 Ours to Love (28 page)

Not that he could see.

Xander swallowed. “My problem has nothing to do with a woman. This is a corporate
matter.”

Decker listened as Xander described the situation, the compromised log-ins, the IP
address of the latest access leading them to Cancun, the history of corporate espionage
he couldn’t prove but definitely suspected.

“Wow, this kind of issue is definitely off the beaten path for you,” Decker quipped.
“Any suspects in particular you want me to focus in on? And how are we for time frame?”

“We need this ASAP. Focus on employees of United Velocity.” Xander tried to wrack
his brain for anyone who might have a specific beef with S.I. Industries and only
came up with one other name. “Also check into a guy named Chad Brenner. He used to
be one of our scientists and invented a few really important technologies while he
worked for us. Brenner didn’t like the fact that, when he joined us, he signed away
his intellectual property rights. Everything he built while employed by S.I. belonged
to us because he created it on our dime. He sued and lost. It’s been about two years,
but maybe he’s still bitter. I don’t know. It’s probably just simple corporate greed
on United Velocity’s part because they were in the toilet until the last year or so,
and I think they’re still on shaky ground. I really can’t think of anyone else.”

“I’ll start there and check back in as soon as I’ve got something. I know a few guys
who deal in what I like to call underground capitalism. I’ll dig up something. If
you don’t hear from me for a few days, that means I’m finding something juicy.”

They hung up, and Xander pocketed his phone. He probably ought to bring his brother
up to speed, but a glance through the little window revealed that Javier’s mood hadn’t
improved. Now he paced the floor, looking like he couldn’t wait to rip someone a new
asshole. Finally, he growled into the phone, then ended the call with an emphatic
slam of the receiver.

“What’s wrong?” Xander asked his brother, wandering out to the reception area. “Sheppard
give you bad news?”

“United Velocity is having an unveiling of a new prototype of a light tactical vehicle
with
ambulance capabilities, just like ours. According to their press release a few minutes
ago, they’ve just had a breakthrough and are eager to unveil it to the military community.
Convenient, isn’t it? We’ve only got twenty-six days to beat them to market.”

“If they just read our bogus information last night, how would they already have translated
it into a prototype they’re ready to unveil?”

“I knew they’d been working on something similar. I’d heard they were breathing down
our necks and that it would be a race to see who got to market first.”

“But we’re almost ready?”

“Within three months, yes. But twenty-six days?” Javier raked a hand through his hair.
Suddenly, he had that I-miss-vodka look on his face.

“If they’ve taken the bait, they’re working with bogus information.”

“If. But what if they using whatever they obtained from us before Maynard’s son-in-law
uploaded whatever crap he invented?”

Yeah, they really couldn’t know what United Velocity had yet. Xander’s stomach plummeted
to his toes. Fuck. This was bad news all the way around—unless they did something
quick.

“How long have they been working on that sort of vehicle?”

Javier shrugged. “That’s anyone’s guess. There are always whispers, but they’ve got
their dirty little fingers in everyone’s pie. I just don’t know how they keep getting
into ours. We can’t let this go or we’re sunk.”

At the very least, getting trumped again would mean the end of S.I.’s reputation as
forerunners in the defense contractor game. It would also mean the potential loss
of up to a billion dollars in profit. The balance sheets couldn’t afford that much
red.

And he couldn’t let his brother disappear back into a bottle of booze.

Xander sent an alarmed glance at London, and saw that she immediately grasped the
problem. Concern tightened her face.

“So we’ll ramp up everything and launch ours within twenty-five days,” he told his
brother. “We have a product that works. If they’ve looked at our bogus information,
they don’t. If they’ve looked at genuine research, we’ll just beat them. We’ll just
have to show the world.”

Javier’s answer was an ugly curse.

Surreptitiously, he sent Decker a text and told him to hurry the fuck up because they
were definitely on a tight schedule now, then he withdrew the car keys from his pants,
passing London on his way out the door. “I’ve got to duck out. Distract him. Calm
him. Seduce him if you need. But whatever you do, don’t let him call for a bottle.”

Her solemn nod told him that she totally understood. “I won’t let either of you down.”

Chapter Fourteen

L
ONDON
watched Xander leave with no idea where he was going. But he’d be back. No way was
he going to abandon his brother now. She cast a worried glance over at Javier. Every
inch of his tall frame tightened as he paced the office, fists clenched. He was a
powder keg waiting to explode.

Xander’s words rolled through her head.
Distract him. Calm him. Seduce him if you need
. London had no idea if it would work, but Javier had been alone for too long. She
had to try to show him that she stood by his side, ready to help, no matter what.

As he turned away and she watched the broad expanse of his back encased in a tailored
charcoal coat retreat to the far side of the room, she quickly removed the clip from
her hair and let it cascade over her shoulders, then released the top two buttons
of her blouse. Her cleavage swelled above her white lace bra, and her pale tresses
flirted with her curves, curling over one of her fair breasts. Would it be enough
to entice him?

Javier punched the wall on the far side of the room. Startled, she jumped. Then she
thanked God for the solid wood paneling along that wall, despite how ugly it was and
how dark it made the room. He pivoted back in her direction with angry precision.
Immediately, his gaze lifted from the carpet to her, traveling up her body slowly
until that stare fastened on her breasts. He stopped. Their gazes connected. His eyes
turned from cold fury to a hot smolder. Sizzle spread through her.

“Your blouse is unbuttoned.”

“I’m aware of that, Sir.”

“If you don’t fix it now, I’m going to fuck you.”

This was exactly the reaction London had hoped for, but excitement still rushed through
her body, converging between her legs. She blushed. “I’m looking forward to that,
Sir.”

He stalked in her direction. “You’re trying to tempt me, little one.”

Heat blasted off his body and enveloped her. In mere seconds, her clit began to throb.
After a morning of sex, she shouldn’t
need
him as much as she did. But with Javier, she couldn’t seem to help herself.

“Is it working, Sir?” A glance down at the hard ridge of his cock beneath his pants
proved that it was, but she wanted to hear him say it.

“It is. But like the first time I fucked you, you’re topping me from the bottom. It’s
not only disrespectful of your boss, but it’s disobedient toward your Dom.”

London had no idea why, but the implied threat of punishment made her shiver. And
it made her ache to play along. “I’m sorry, Sir, but my nipples are tight, and my
breasts heavy. My, um . . . my body feels empty.

“Not your body; your pussy,” he said with a low growl.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

The flush crawled up her face, but she pressed on. “My pussy is so empty. I assumed
you’d want me to advise you. But I can tell your brother or take care of myself in
the bathroom, if you’d prefer.”

His eyes narrowed, and London got the feeling she was in for one hell of a punishment.
But at least Javier was no longer thinking about how stressed he was or how much he
wanted to escape into vodka.

He stormed into his office and halted two feet from his desk, pointing to the ground.
“Come here.”

London did as he demanded, walking a bit more slowly than normal, swaying her hips.
“Yes, Sir?”

“Bend over the desk. Lift your skirt. Show me your ass.”

She froze, then exhaled, trying to relax. If she lifted her skirt the right way, he
wouldn’t see any of the scarring. She just had to keep her wits about her. Always
hard with either of these men, but showing them . . . it was something she’d never
voluntarily shown anyone who wasn’t a medical professional. And probably never would.

London bit her lip, then turned to face the desk. She sent Javier a glance over her
shoulder, fluttering her lashes at him. As she turned back, she saw Xander standing
in the door again, that black leather backpack in his hand. Repressing a shiver, she
leaned over the desk, then reached back to her pencil skirt, inching it up her thighs
one fistful at a time, making them both wait. When she felt cool air caress the bottom
of her cheeks, she stopped, then angled her head to send Xander a come-hither stare.

“Fuck!” Javier cursed, and she heard the raspy tug of his zipper a moment later. “That’s
not high enough, little one. Hike it up. Now.”

Her womb clenched, and she could feel the blood running to her folds, flooding her
clit. But she did as she was told, lifting the little black skirt to her hips and
hoping they couldn’t see any of the hated, jagged scars.

Xander marched over to her and grabbed her wrists, stretching her arms across the
desk, startling her. He held a pair of handcuffs and quickly snapped one around her
wrist, fed the other behind the chunky drawer pull in the middle of Javier’s desk,
then secured the other cuff around her free wrist. London pulled, and the metal clinked.
She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Spread your legs,” Xander demanded. “Let him see that pussy he’s going to fuck.”

London swallowed. Her heart raced so quick and hard, it was almost a pain in her chest.
Her thighs trembled, but she managed to spread them wide. She looked up in time to
see Xander pluck something pink from the bag, along with a little tube. He set the
pack on the floor, out of her sight, then joined Javier behind her.

“Damn, that’s pretty,” Xander said. “I brought condoms.”

“She needs a goddamn spanking. The sassy girl is trying to tempt me.”

“And it’s working.” Xander laughed. “When you’re done with her punishment, I’ve got
a surprise for her.”

London wished she could see what was going on behind her, but suddenly Javier’s voice
took a much calmer tone. “Excellent. Good thinking.”

Without warning, she felt a large palm strike the fleshiest part of her ass. She yelped.
It stung. Hurt. And she knew there were more coming.

“Quiet,” Javier barked. “Take your punishment with manners. When you tempt me like
this, I’m going to turn your ass red. Tell me you understand.”

She closed her eyes, letting the sensuality of the moment wash over her. “I understand,
Sir.”

She’d barely gotten the last word out when she felt his hand slap her other cheek.
The initial pain made her gasp and her knees buckle. Then Javier grabbed her hips
and rubbed her cheeks with his warm palm. The hurt instantly diffused to a tingling
heat. Her skin felt alive.

And her pussy ached like never before.

“Oh!” The little exclamation slipped out.

Suddenly, she felt two fingers slip between her slick folds and sink deep inside her.
She moaned and arched to take them deeper inside to ease her need.

“She’s so wet, Javi,” Xander reported. “She’s ripe.”

“So my bad girl is naughty, too?” He murmured in her ear.

London had no idea when he’d gotten so close, but when she tried to turn her gaze
over her shoulder to him, Xander’s free hand tangled in her hair, preventing all movement.
“Stay still. Eyes forward. Take the rest of your punishment.”

“Yes.” Her voice shook, then she whimpered.

He withdrew his fingers from her needy channel.

Javier quickly took up where his brother left off. The next two blows hit lower on
her ass, making the burn spread across her skin. After that, he inflicted two more
back on the fleshy curve, then gave her another handful in the same spot for good
measure. The pain always startled her. She braced and winced and dreaded . . . until
he smoothed it all out with that magical touch of his, spreading the sweet heat everywhere
and distributing the burn through her body.

London moaned as his lips traced over the hot flesh of her right cheek. His tongue
peeked out to drag across one curve before he bit gently into her. An incomprehensible
pleasure slid over her. She had no idea why she liked Javier’s punishment. It hurt . . .
but even the pain became something beautiful and wound through her body like the softest
ribbon. It held her together when she really wanted to unravel.

Xander released her hair with a little warning tug, then backed up, standing somewhere
behind her with his brother. He whistled. “That is one beautiful, rosy ass.”

“It is,” Javier agreed. “Any time you goad me into giving in, little one, expect me
to retaliate.”

“Would I be allowed to ask if you would please fuck me?” she panted.

“Do you ache?” he asked, sounding supremely satisfied by that prospect.

“Yes, Sir.” She whimpered and squirmed.

“Do you need it?” he bellowed louder.

“I do.” What she’d started to distract him had ended up consuming her. Her entire
body was a living flame, and only he could douse it.

“Don’t forget, Javi. I have something to add first. Wait patiently,
belleza
,” Xander said.

Holy hell, was he going to spank her, too? The thought made her hot, dizzy, and weak
with need.

Instead, she felt something cool slither over her back entrance. She gasped and tried
to clench her cheeks together, but Xander pried them apart with his hands and slid
one finger down slowly into the passage no one had ever touched.

“Xander?” Alarm made her voice a squeak.

“Shh. This won’t hurt. But you have two men who want you, and we’re going to want
to fuck you at the same time. We have to stretch you to take us both.”

Anal sex. She’d heard of it, of course. What they were saying made sense. But did
women really let their men take them
there
?

Questions whizzed through her head as Xander withdrew his finger, then probed at her
hole again, this time doubling the thickness of the intrusion.

“Damn, I want that,” Javier groaned, then rushed beside her to growl in her ear. “I
want to fuck you there and hear you whimper and yelp as I slowly feed you every inch
of my cock. I want you to sit on it and squirm and cry, yet still take me because
I want you to.”

When he put it like that, London wanted it, too. It would probably hurt at least a
bit at first, and still she wanted to do it because he wanted her with a primitive
passion. And she desperately hoped that she meant something to him beyond sex. She
hadn’t started anything with either one of these men with the intent to fall in love . . .
yet London suspected she was about to fall off the cliff.

“I want to take every perfect, pretty hole you have so deeply and thoroughly that
you scream. Then I want to see Xander do the same before we take you together. Can
you handle being between us as we both fuck you?”

London didn’t know for sure, but she desperately wanted to try. With a mewl, she nodded
at him. “Please . . .”

“Xander, be quick, damn it.” Javier’s deep growl told London that he was at the end
of his rope.

“I can’t rush this.” Xander probed her, his two fingers thrusting deep and slow into
her ass.

The sensations were foreign and primal. London arched to take more, and Xander petted
her hip, then leaned in to whisper to her. “I can’t wait until I’m feeding my cock
into this tight little ass. I’ll do it long and slow until you’re screaming and clawing—then
Javier will do the same, until you know exactly whose cocks belong here. It’s the
most submissive gift you can give us. Are you going to give it all to us?”

London didn’t hesitate, just nodded frantically. “Yes. Whatever you want.”

“Good girl,
belleza
,” he crooned, then turned to his brother. “I think she’s ready for the next step
now. I’ll bet her pussy is juicy and ripe.”

Javier’s fingers slid over her so-swollen folds, just barely touching her distended
clit. London bit her lip to hold in a cry of need.

“Very juicy. And delicious. Do your thing.”

She barely had time to question what either of them intended before Javier dropped
between her legs, back propped against the desk, and fastened his mouth onto her pussy.
She gasped at the rush of sensations to her clit . . . just as something hard and
cold and foreign began to invade her ass and fill the empty space, burning and stretching.
She tried to twist and slide away. It was a reflex, but Xander’s hard slap to her
ass and warning growl made her stand still so he could slowly feed the rest of the
object into her untouched passage.

She wriggled and moaned, biting her lip as it widened and stretched her even more,
but Xander just kept pushing the soft plastic-like plug deep into her. Nerve endings
she’d never known existed tingled to life. London tossed her head back with a cry
at the pleasure-pain, urged higher by Javier’s insistent tongue on her clit.

Pleasure roared through her blood, gathering to fill and heat and tighten everything
between her legs.

“Come!” they both shouted.

Their insistence, their togetherness, the ecstasy they heaped on her made it impossible
to resist. Javier’s tongue rubbed her aching little bud as she exploded into a trembling
heap of dazed pleasure so thick she felt drunk and weak. Xander stepped away and fumbled
into the bag for something as Javier lapped at her once more, twice, then stood and
jerked his pants down. His brother tossed him a little foil square. He ripped it open
and scrambled to his feet behind her. Two seconds later, he prodded her pussy, sinking
in so deep through her swollen tissues made tighter by the plug. The extra pressure
awakened more nerve endings, and she howled for him.

Xander didn’t wait long to jump into the action either, unzipping in front of her
face. He took his hard cock in hand and caressed her lips with the silky velvet, hard
head. She opened, and he slid deep onto her tongue, filling up her mouth and nostrils
with everything that reminded her of Xander. Musky, manly, teasing—he rarely pounced,
but slowly approached with something sly and irresistible, until succumbing was her
only choice. She opened wider to take him in, laving him with her tongue as he held
her chin with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other. Those sensations alone
would put her on overload, but Javier behind her—inside her—filling her completely,
stretching and scraping every sensitive nerve, compounded by his hand cupping her
mound possessively, gently kindling her clit into a roaring burn. She couldn’t take
it. Couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t do anything but feel it.