The voice in my head refused to go away. Suddenly, my pussy was throbbing, my panties damp. With the few men I’d dated in my life, none had ever attempted to take control of the limited relationship. Not once. I chewed on my bottom lip, thinking about his overt question.
“It depends on what you have in mind.”
“Let’s just say I’ll provide you with the kind of enjoyment that you’ve likely never experienced before.” He took his time pressing his knuckle back and forth across my pursed lips. While I didn’t know him, I found the move one of the most sensual I’d felt in a long time.
“That does sound… fascinating.”
“I assure you I don’t bite, although I do very bad things to naughty girls.”
“Whips, chains, and ball gags?”
His eyes opened wide and he gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger. At that point, I was certain he could gather a whiff of my desire. Instead of being embarrassed, I was so aroused, I couldn’t think clearly.
“Yes, and many other depraved acts. However, a spanking is always necessary to help a woman fully understanding her requirement to surrender.”
Just the way he lowered his voice was enticing. Maybe I was crazy, but this was the kind of risk that could bring a sweet reward. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m a very good girl.”
“That remains to be seen. If you aren’t, I have no issue taking you over my lap, spanking your bottom until its crimson.”
Dear God, as my pussy muscles clenched and released, I had a terrible feeling I might climax right there.
He captured my mouth, holding our lips together in quiet reverence. Then his grip tightened, pulling me even closer as the moment of passion developed an intense urgency. I pressed my hand against his chest, and the moment my index finger found his heated skin, the tip was seared. Electricity spiraled between us to the point of being out of control. As his tongue dominated mine, sweeping back and forth as if in a desperate need to taste, I swooned from his powerful touch.
That never happened to me.
Unable to stop myself, a moan rushed up from my core, Weston capturing it and issuing a growl in response. I was lost in the moment, stars floating in front of my eyes. I raked my fingernails up and down, my panties soaked from the desire roaring through me. Everything was a beautiful blur, and letting go with the stunning stranger felt perfect.
He pulled me from the chair and onto his lap, keeping his firm hold. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and when he jerked me closer, the feel of his hard cock pressing into me electrified every muscle.
But with all deliriously delicious things, the powerful moment shared came to an abrupt end when someone invaded our space, clearing his throat.
Weston didn’t react for a few seconds, choosing to continue tasting me, or perhaps he was laying claim. When he did pull back, it wasn’t before he nipped my lower lip. The slight shot of pain was a strangely addictive reward, my nipples aching more than before.
“I see you waste no time.”
The deep male voice was easily recognizable. Now I had a name to add to the chiseled face.
Clinton Cross.
As I glanced up towards the sound, his gaze held mine, and I was certain I heard rumbles of thunder in the distance announcing his presence.
Weston Maria to his feet, easing me to my chair, then folding his arms as a grin popped across his face. “You made it, buddy.”
I sat back down, immediately reaching for my champagne glass. I couldn’t get the phrase ‘little pet’ out of my mind, and it was the strangest thing, along with writing the story I had the night before.
Clinton wasn’t alone, the man standing beside him utter perfection in tight black jeans and a casual white shirt, the sleeves rolled up exposing bronzed skin and colorful tattoos. The material was so thin, the light breeze continuously exposed his carved abdomen. Broad shoulders accompanied a long, muscular torso, thighs that I could barely surround three quarters with both hands.
He threw his hand out, Weston eagerly shaking it. When Weston pulled him in for a bear hug, that was a clear indication the three men were close.
“You know I wouldn’t miss our little get togethers for the world,” the stranger teased, then tossed me a quick look. “I heard about your near… accident. I think the three of us should talk and compare notes.”
The way he chose his words so carefully indicated he was doing his best to hide something from me. Why did it sound ominous?
Weston nodded, shifting his gaze back and forth between the two men. “I don’t think the challenge I faced was by accident or coincidence.”
“Agreed,” Clinton said under his breath, his piercing eyes locked onto mine. I’d never felt so uncomfortable in my life, the man so dominating my chest tightened.
“Any indication our friend is moving?” Weston asked as he absently ran his fingers through several strands of hair.
“Not that I’ve been able to detect. However, I do have some information both of you need to hear.” The stranger’s voice deepened, the man just as careful with his words as Weston had been.
Clinton was furious, but not with what his friend had said. “We should have handled the situation before.”
“Maybe so. Time to let it go, gentlemen. Remember, I’m enjoying a lovely Sunday morning.” Weston turned his head, grinning at me.
“Ah, yes. The beautiful woman. I must admit I’m envious,” the stranger murmured, his tone sending a series of sparking bolts into every muscle in my body.
When the stranger removed his dark shades and directed his attention to me, an involuntary gasp left my throat, which amused the new god-like creature and annoyed the hell out of Clinton. His eyes were green like the warmest waters of the Aegean Sea. It wasn’t possible that three perfect creations were standing inches apart.
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with pheromones, longing to lick every inch of what appeared to be eight pack abs.
Jesus. A little sexual banter, a heated exchange, an even hotter kiss, and I was in the throes of committing every dark sin.
I lifted my head, locking my gaze with Clinton’s. The look of possession I’d seen before had almost been crowded out by the reflection of jealousy in his cold, dark gray eyes. The look was so… obsessively enraged that I had difficulty pulling away.
Until the stranger spoke.
“Maria Sadler from Halo. How in the hell did you get so lucky to have her grace your dilapidated hotel? She’s far too fabulous to accept your paltry rates.” He grinned and that shattered the insane spell, all three men laughing. It was obvious they were friends, and I’d noticed they were wearing identical rings. Besides, I doubted a man like Clinton would allow anyone to disrespect him that way.
“I assure you that she came with a price,” Clinton said through gritted teeth.
Why did I suddenly have the feeling the price was my complete surrender to three, gorgeous rogues?
And why didn’t that bother me in the least?
“Maria, this is Christian Madrigal,” Clinton said, studying my reaction carefully. “And it would seem you’ve met my other good friend, Weston.”
“We were just getting to know each other more personally,” Weston mused, then gripped my shoulder. What was it with men who thought they needed to advise every other male within seeing or hearing range that the woman he wanted to fuck was off limits? Should I be annoyed or flattered?
For a few seconds, my thoughts drifted to the story I’d mysteriously written in the middle of the night, and for once, I wondered if I might be able to pry myself out of my conservative shell. What was the worst that could happen by having a wicked, filthy tryst with three god-like creatures?
Then I remembered something my mother had told me more than once.
“Nothing good happens from an incident of wanton sin.”
Maybe my mama was wrong. Or maybe I was tired of living in the shadows while my alternate personality took the lead on stage and in every aspect of my life.
I’d become an excellent observer over the years, something I’d learned as a performer. I could weed out the stalkers and other freaks with uncanny accuracy. However, with the three men who’d suddenly appeared in my life, I wasn’t able to grasp their true personalities versus their practiced, perfect facades and obvious long-term connection.
However, what I did know left me wondering if I was losing my mind.
All three were fantastically gorgeous.
All three radiated a dark intensity that had absorbed almost every female’s attention for as far as I could see. Whether eighteen or eighty, every chick was planning on my slow demise.
All three exuded the kind of brutal danger that should have me running far away.
The worst realization of all was that a teensy, tiny part of me wanted nothing more than to be sandwiched between all three.
Because that was exactly where I belonged.