Offside

by Bianca Sommerland

  And maybe she was.

  Sometimes she worried that he’d get tired of her going on about everything, but all she saw in his eyes was compassion. And, more importantly, his reservations about their future had slowly dissolved until none remained. Clearly, since he’d placed his ring on her finger, committing himself to her for the rest of his life.

  The rest of our life.

  She couldn’t help but be a little concerned that Zach would want to play here, the first time it was the three of them together. It made her feel horrible to think she’d damaged his confidence so much that he’d feel the need to be supervised to do a scene with her. She’d never hide from him again. She’d done her best to prove that.

  “You better get rid of that worrywart face before Zach decides to start the night off with a spanking,” Scott whispered in her ear as he took her long, white wool coat. He shrugged off his own jacket, then handed both over at the new coat check that had been built near the door, narrowing the once open entrance. An influx of new people vying for membership had Tim—who was temporarily running things for Dean—making a few changes to protect the privacy of the players who made up a good third of the regular attendees. Becky took a deep breath as she peered into the darkened club, seeing little more than the bar from where she stood.

  You don’t belong here. Becky stiffened her spine, even as Zach’s past words made her steps falter. “The way you play is downright dangerous.” He’d been right. But she’d changed. Learned from her mistakes. A tiny, sharp voice in her head thought otherwise. Have you? Really?

  With a mental sock stuffed in to shut that voice up, she gave Scott a sly look. “If he’s going to spank me, it won’t be because I seem worried about something.”

  “Oh really?” Scott grinned, drawing her away from the entrance to the bar where he sat and stood her between his parted thighs. He unbuttoned her silk blouse, then stroked the bare expanse of her stomach with his fingertips, making her shiver at the frisson of pleasure. “What are your intensions, my naughty girl?”

  “You’ll see, Sir.” Becky dropped her gaze when she caught Chicklet glancing over at her from behind the bar. She couldn’t help but feel like every Dom in the place was watching her, like that little voice had spit out the sock she’d stuffed in its mouth to laugh and whisper that they needed to. Because she couldn’t be trusted.

  I’ll show them. I’ll make my Master proud.

  If he ever wanted to be that to her again.

  “Hey, lovebirds. Wanted to say congrats.” Luke came over, a lot of swagger in his walk even though he was wearing nothing put a pair of low-riding, snug silk boxer briefs, his feet bare, a decidedly submissive outfit. He winked at Chicklet when she met his gaze with a hard one of her own, as though assessing his behavior. Chicklet shook her head, grinned, then came over to serve the drinks Scott ordered. Three shots of tequila. Luke stared at Scott, then tapped his finger by his shot glass. “Uh, I really shouldn’t . . .”

  “You get to play with my man, I get to corrupt you.” Scott gave Luke an easy smile as he lifted Becky’s wrist to lick it. He sprinkled salt on her wet skin, then held her wrist out for Luke, his lips brushing Becky’s neck as he spoke. “Taste her. She’s delicious.”

  Luke shuddered, his gaze still on Scott as he licked the salt. His tongue was hot on Becky’s flesh, and for some reason, having Scott hold her while Luke had his mouth on her had hot liquid pooling in her core.

  “Open.” Scott picked up Luke’s shot glass and tipped it to Luke’s lips, a positively wicked glint in his eyes. He put a possessive hand on Becky’s shoulder when Luke’s gaze shifted to the exposed swell of her breasts above her cream-colored bra, then fed Luke a lemon slice. “One shot for courage. You better go. They’re waiting for you.”

  “You sure you’re not a Dom?” Luke asked, sounding a little breathless as he dropped the lemon slice on a napkin. “’Cause . . . damn.”

  “Naw, I’m pure vanilla, boy.” Scott chuckled at Luke’s doubtful look. “Can’t you tell?”

  If that’s true, I think vanilla just hit the top of my favorite flavors. Becky squirmed as Scott idly traced the waist of her suit pants, fiddling with the top button.

  “Right. Vanilla.” Luke snorted. “With sprinkles, chocolate sauce.” His eyes glistened with amusement. “Maybe a few nuts.”

  “Ha!” Scott watched Luke as he drew Becky’s loose hair over one shoulder. He undid the front clasp of her bra, brushing aside her hands when she moved to stop him. “I don’t envy your nuts tonight, pal.”

  “Niño.” Sebastian called. Luke turned, a flush spreading across his skin as Sebastian gave him a hooded look. Sebastian pointed to the spot beside where Jami knelt at his feet. “Come.”

  “Fuck, I think I’m gonna.” Luke mumbled before quickly crossing the room to kneel in front of his Master.

  Scott pressed his hand to Becky’s cheek, bringing her gaze back to him. “We have a few minutes before we have to go. Pretty slaves get their drinks last, right?” He cocked his head as he lifted her bare breasts in his hand. “I think I’ll take my time with mine.”

  “Go . . . ?” She whimpered as his thighs gripped her hips tight and he flicked his tongue over one nipple. Then the other. A sprinkle of salt and his mouth was on her again, the sensation of the salt adding a slight scrape to the smooth press of his lips. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, holding her still as her knees buckled. The zip of pleasure traveled down like a sharp electric pulse straight to her clit. Moisture dampened the plain white panties she’d worn under her pants.

  He gave her other nipple the same attention, then dipped his finger into his shot glass. Sucked it dry. Eyed her as he tipped a quarter of the liquid over her breasts. “I don’t drink and drive, but I can’t leave you all wet.”

  He squeezed the lemon over her breasts, lapping up the cool droplets as they drizzled down. Then he kissed her, his mouth sweet and sour all at once, making her taste buds sizzle almost as much as her skin.

  “Lick.” He offered her his palm. His skin tasted fresh and clean from the shower he’d taken after the game. She eyed him as she took her time running her tongue over his rough flesh. The control he’d displayed so far faltered a bit. His hand wasn’t quite steady as he shook the salt shaker over his hand. She sucked rather than licked off the salt.

  Her shot of tequila burned all the way down. Every single inch of her was aroused. She pulled at the lemon slice he brought to her mouth, using her lips and the gentle press of her teeth to show him what she’d do once she had her mouth on him.

  “Damn, woman.” Scott stood, his arms still around her to keep her close enough to feel his erection through his pants. “Keep it up and I won’t wait for Zach.”

  “We have to, Scott. Tonight, I need—”

  “I know. So do I.”

  Zach returned from where he’d been speaking to Sebastian, his eyes on her as he took hold of Scott’s wrist and sucked his fingers. Then he pressed her against the bar and lowered his head to clean the droplets of lemon and tequila Scott had left on her breasts and stomach. He rose to kiss her.

  “Get the keys to Ford’s bike, Scott. I’m ready to go.” The edges of Zach’s lips quirked up as Becky stared at him, confused. “You didn’t really think we’d share this special night at the club, did you, little doe?”

  “Actually, I did.” Becky dropped her gaze to Zach’s shoes, not sure she could take the disappointment in his eyes once he heard how badly she’d misjudged him. “I hate that I made you feel lacking as a Dom. But I know I did. And—”

  “No, Becky. I let myself feel that way. We’ve both learned a lot about one another since then. I’m not perfect. I can’t read minds.” He tapped a fingertip under her chin, then waited for her to meet his eyes. “You’ve made it clear that I don’t have to. I want this for us. Want what brought us together. And so much more.”

  “I was scared that I’d ruined it. I couldn’t stand to see you here, feeling like you needed to be watched over wit
h me.” She gave him a hesitant smile. “So we aren’t staying? Why is Scott getting Ford’s bike?”

  Zach leaned against the bar, a crooked smile on his lips. “Because I left mine here and he needs a way to get where we’re going. Do you remember the dream you told me about? You on my bike, both of us touching you? The dream aroused you until I told you to forget everything else. As though you had to choose between your life and what we share?”

  “I remember.” She hadn’t liked telling him about that dream. How could anything positive come of it? But she didn’t keep things from him anymore. She whispered her thanks as he did up her bra, then her blouse. Being dressed made it easier to talk openly. “I know you’d never ask me to do that—”

  “Yes, but it’s a shame to waste such an erotic setup. We’ve both been working to replace some of Scott’s negative memories with good ones. Scott and I plan to do the same for you.” He rested an elbow on the bar as Scott returned with Ford. “Are you ready?”

  “I’m not sure I am.” Ford fisted his keys in his hand. “You sure this man can drive, Zach? My bike’s my baby. Scott’s my friend and all . . .” His eyes narrowed at Scott’s frown. “Hey, I saw footage of you ripping up the side of a rented Camaro against a brick wall street racing. Sorry if I need a second opinion from someone sane.”

  Becky smiled, snuggling close to Zach’s side, liking Ford a little more for his assessment of her Master. Maybe he was smarter than he looked.

  “You have it, Ford. He’ll get your baby back to you without a scratch on it,” Zach said, slapping Ford’s shoulder. “That aside, how are things going here? You feeling it?”

  “Ah . . . let me get back to you on that. Experiencing everything from the side of a sub is a little weird. It feels wrong.” Ford took a deep breath as Chicklet called out for him to take a tray to a waiting table. “The Cobras and their crew are enjoying this way too much. Becoming a Delgado came with a price. Mason sends his order back one more time and I’ll—”

  “I wouldn’t suggest you doing anything besides saying ‘Yes, Sir.’ He’s one of the most respected Doms here.” Zach gave Ford a pointed look. “And he knows exactly why you’re doing this.”

  “Yeah, well he can go fuck himself.” Ford grumbled, picking up the tray Chicklet slid across the bar. “With all due respect. Which I won’t repeat.”

  “Good idea.” Zach casually slung his arm over Becky’s shoulder, grinning when she shivered at the proprietary gesture. “Most of us have been through this, boy. If you’re meant to be a Dom, this will make you a better one.”

  “As an aspiring Dom, can I tell you to suck my dick?” Ford balanced the tray on his hand with experienced ease, a dark scowl on his face.

  Zach gave him a biting smile. “Not unless you plan to follow through. Don’t forget, you want to be acknowledged as a Dom here in the future, you have to go through me as well. So play nice.”

  “Got it. And no.” Ford shifted away from Zach. “I’m cool with you swinging both ways, but I’m not going there.”

  “So noted.” Zach drew Becky away from the bar, watching Ford until he handed his keys to Scott. “You’ll have your bike back tomorrow morning. With my thanks. And Becky’s and Scott’s as well.”

  “Hell, you’ve got my thanks now.” Scott grabbed Ford’s shoulder, then pulled him in for a rough hug. “You’ll be fine. And give me a call later. I get what it’s like—trying to prove yourself.”

  Becky wanted to wrap her arms around Scott. Remind him he’d succeeded. But Zach was already leading her out. He retrieved their jackets, then held her hand as they crossed the small parking lot beside the bar. By his bike, Zach took her helmet off the handlebar and placed it on her head. The face shield was dark enough that she couldn’t see much at night with it down, so she was surprised when it was lifted to reveal Scott, instead of Zach.

  Not that she minded, at all, but she couldn’t help but glance over to make sure Zach hadn’t left without her. The idea of playing out her fantasy had her feeling a little uncertain. Sex in the club was the closest she’d ever gotten to exposing herself in public.

  Scott leaned close, speaking against her lips. “If you don’t want to do this, you should tell him now.”

  Straddling his bike, Zach met her gaze with a reassuring smile. He would accept whatever choice she made.

  I want this. I want to take his lead and not worry about where he’ll take me. Because no matter where it is, I’ll be safe. She took a deep, bracing breath and smiled at Scott. “I’m good. Was that all you wanted to say? Because I wanted to tell you—”

  “You did tell me, Becky.” Scott gave her a soft kiss. “The way you looked at me when I mentioned proving myself made it clear that I have.”

  “Yes.” She pressed against him, catching his bottom lip with her teeth. He still tasted like salt and lemon. Delicious.

  Scott groaned, deepening the kiss, chuckling when Zach revved his bike’s engine. “We better go before he decides to play right here. My fault. I’ve been teasing him with erotic details about the scene we planned whenever I get him alone. His dick’s probably rock hard in his leathers.”

  Becky grinned mischievously, stroking Scott’s erection through his pants. “He’s not the only one.”

  “Oh, you’re mean!” Scott laughed, tapping down her face shield. He gave her a playful shove toward Zach before going to mount a big black and gleaming chrome Harley parked a few feet away.

  Zach reached back to help her up onto the bike behind him. He looked at her over his shoulder. “Everything okay?”

  “Everything’s perfect!” She shouted to be heard over the purring engine, hugging his waist. “I just had to get back at him for teasing you!”

  Chuckling, Zach brought his hand down to squeeze hers. “That’s my girl!”

  The ride in itself was thrilling, with the dark aroma of Zach’s leather jacket mingling with the damp ocean air, the wind whipping at her as they sped through the night. Streetlights danced in a yellow blur for the first few miles, but then there was nothing but the headlights from the bikes to illuminate the street. No sound but the animalistic roar of the engines. The vibrations beneath her had her blood racing to her core where it pulse with a steady, needy rhythm.

  She tightened her grip on Zach’s waist, wondering if his bike would get her off before he could. The arousal winding up within made it likely. Memories of the dream, no longer as frightening as they’d once been, had her whimpering. She knew the feeling of both men’s hands, their mouths, on her body. But not both together.

  Zach pulled to a stop just as she pressed her eyes shut, ready to let go. He killed the engine, then lifted her right up without warning, holding her flush against his body as he lowered her to her feet. Her heels made her unsteady on the rocky surface. She squinted as Zach brought up her face shield, the headlight of Scott’s borrowed bike practically blinding her.

  “You were driving me insane back there, clenching your thighs, moving in that way you do just before you’re about to come.” He studied her face, his pale green eyes glowing with passion. The wind rustled through the leaves of the trees around them, but the space where they stood had an aura of stillness as though Zach controlled the very atmosphere around him. “Did you?”

  She shook her head, licking her lips as her core gave a mournful throb. “No, Sir. But I was close.”

  Sliding his hand up between her breasts, he held her gaze as his hand curved around the base of her throat. He added a bit of pressure, enough to make her gasp at the rush of fear. Of desire. “Let’s cool you off a bit then.”

  As he stepped back, Scott moved forward, his lips slanting slightly as he unbuttoned her blouse. Then unclasped her bra for the second time that night. He tossed both to Zach, then took a knee to remove her pants, drawing her panties down with them. He left the helmet on, which made watching what he was doing a little challenging. But she could feel him. Becky’s legs shook as he remained on his knee, his face so close that his breath caressed he
r freshly shaved pussy. He couldn’t resist touching her, tasting her—could he?

  But he did. He stood and took her things from Zach and went to stuff them into one of his bike’s saddlebags. Zach removed his leather jacket and dropped it at his feet.

  He pointed at the jacket. “On your knees, little doe.”

  Movements unsteady, Becky went to him, finding some practiced grace as she eased down to her knees. The leather kept the rocks from cutting into her knees, but the hard, jagged edges still dented her flesh. Not bad enough to complain about—yet—but she would tell Zach if he intended to keep her like this long. She also wouldn’t be too upset if he took off the helmet. It wasn’t heavy, but the way it restricted her vision annoyed her. She couldn’t see where Scott had gone.

  She turned her head to look for him.

  Zach clucked his tongue, then patted the top of the helmet. “Eyes on me, pet. He’ll join us in a moment.” He gave her a slow, positively wicked smile. “Not that you’ll see much of him. Or me.”

  One headlight went off. Then the other. The silence, increased by the padding of the helmet, gave her the sensation of being deaf. Her pulse quickened as she stared up at Zach.

  “You seem nervous, pet. Perhaps uncomfortable?” Zach arched a brow. “What color do we use?”

  “Yellow.” She didn’t even hesitate before saying the word. She trusted him, but she needed an idea of what they were going to do to her. “My knees are a little sore on the rocks. And . . . where are we? What if someone—”

  “We’re on a stretch of property owned by Mr. Keane. He was generous enough to let us use the place for the weekend.” Zach placed a hand on her shoulder. “And you won’t be on your knees much longer. Can you handle another minute or so?”