Burn For Me (The Burn Series Book 3)

by Dee Ellis

  “Too bad for her. I’m taking you home tonight. Taking off these panties,’ He growled, his hands slipping down past the hem of my skirt, “That you’re not fucking wearing. Darlin’, you’re bare. Fuck, my game is shot now. I’m thinking about your pussy being bare all night. I could have been knuckle deep in you a dozen times by now. Made you come all over this bar.” It should have turned me off; I know that.

  It didn’t, though. Because as he said it, two fingers slid over my achy folds, which were now wet. I had no control over how his filthy mouth made my mimsy respond. As he sunk those two fingers inside me, I pressed my face to his chest and bit at his pierced nipple.

  “You’re up, Byrne. Don’t worry; I’ll keep Lola Bear company, bro.” Cage smiled a wolfish smile, joining in on the let’s-rile-Hunter-up game.

  “Fuck the both of you. One last shot, baby.” Hunter smiled, sucking his fingers into his mouth. I almost moaned. Ok, maybe I did.

  Before I could step over to Finn and Cage, Tits McGee slid close to me. I almost growled as she talked about how hot Hunter was. My head screamed, “Yeah, bitch, I know. He’s mine.” But, that wasn’t true; not yet, anyway.

  “You two a thing, now? Never seen Hunter with the same chick twice. Didn’t know he did that.” I am certain lesser whores would have melted beneath the look I shot her.

  “You serious right now? Who are you?” Perhaps I was going to have to fight with my fists.

  “Badge Bunnie,” Her ruby red lips twisted in a smile, “I mean, I guess that’s what they call us. They share us like hors d’oeuvres, still we’re the sluts, right? Hunter is the king of the Badge Bunnie Boys; tagged more than half the women in here. Myself included. Broken hearts need the most pussy, I suppose.” Well, shit; I might have liked the whore if she didn’t want my man. Who wasn’t my mine, really.

  “Yeah? Spread it if you feel the need; Hunter’s badge bunnie parade? Ended. Over. Finito. The fat lady has sung, baby cakes.” I leveled a look at her in defiance.

  Tits McGee—I don’t care what her name was to be honest—stepped closer, smashing her tits to my chest. I swung my neck back, but her fingers were there, tangling in my short hair. Just as I readied to indeed start fighting with my fists, her glossy red lips were on mine.

  “What... the...fuck.” Hunter’s unmistakable growl ripped the question out, one word at a time.

  “Hunter, baby. You know you love to share.” Cold washed over me once again as I was yanked back against his solid chest.

  “Bullshit. Not her. Back off, Tori.” One muscled arm came across my shoulders, the other crossing over my belly.

  “Come on, handsome. I think your girl might like it. You know the others did.” There it was; Hunter maybe wasn’t like Seth, but he wasn’t totally different either.

  Oh no; I’d played this game before. Against my will, and I didn’t even get a parting orgasm for it. I was a different Lola now. I’d had no power then. I didn’t think I could say no. Or yes, if I had wanted to. Now, I had all the power.

  I could say no and Hunter would still want me. I knew that. Or I could say yes and take some power back. Power that had nothing to do with Hunter and, really, even little to do with Seth. I could say yes and see what it felt like to have control.

  “I bet the others did,” I spoke up, moving slowly against Hunter as I pressed my face into his neck, “You would share for them, but not for me?” I didn’t want her and didn’t want to share Hunter, but I felt powerful suddenly.

  “Lola, Darlin’,” Hunter stepped away, twisting me to face him as his huge hands cupped my face, “I do not want to do this. I don’t want to be that guy with you.” Heavy lidded eyes met mine, and I knew he meant it; for a moment, I went girlish soft.

  Tonight was not about him, though.

  “I want to do this. Because I want to be that girl; just tonight and just for you. For me too.” Hunter shook his head, lowering his forehead to mine, his words hot at my lips.

  “Darlin’, don’t do this now. I don’t want to share an inch of you with anyone. Let alone some fucking badge bunnie. The parade is over, remember? Please, Lola Bear.” I tilted my head to whisper my lips over his.

  “For me, Hunter. I want to. Give me what I want tonight, Pumpkin.” A growl ripped through his chest, and he took my mouth, hungry and demanding.

  Pleasure pounded through me, from the press of his lips against mine, down through to my fingers and toes. Hunter had kissed me half a dozen times, and each one was different than the last. This one, it was consuming and possessive, and I ate up every taste of his mouth claiming mine.

  We both knew this shit between us was going to happen. One way or another. Good or bad, hot and sticky or twisted and damaged, we were ready to try it out. I’m not certain I believed I could be enough for Hunter, despite his sweet words that he did. Maybe he wouldn’t even be enough for me.

  Tonight, I wanted to see if we could figure that out. Because I wasn’t welcoming Tits McGee Tori into our bed so we could share him. I was inviting her so we could both see if the other could possibly be enough. It’s not exactly how I thought our first time together might be, and yet, it felt right in a fucked-up way.

  Because, I was fighting for Hunter; just not with my fists.

  7

  I was living every man’s dream, and I should be thrilled. I was getting Lola finally, after months of wanting her. That was enough. But, wait, there’s more. My girl decided to share me with Tori, a hot redhead with nice tits, a pretty face, and a hoover for a mouth. Bonus.

  Problem was, I had plans for Lola that involved a lot of us and zero of anyone else. I didn’t want Tori there and it was killing me a little that she did. Because, I think she was doing it for the wrong reasons. Lola thought I was still that guy, and she wasn’t even wrong to think that.

  I’d let Tori flirt with me tonight. Knowing Lola was coming. I had been a few beers in before I’d felt her tits press up against me. Cage and Finn told her to kick rocks, looking out for me like good dudes. I didn’t chime in so she had stayed.

  Lola walked in with Tori trying to climb me, and I saw the pain flash across her face. I didn’t know how to do this shit right anymore, but I wanted to try. I clung to Lola all night, trying without words to make it clear I was taken. Because, even though we didn’t say that shit, I felt that shit. I wanted to be a one-woman man.

  Seems my lady wanted me to be a two-woman man tonight.

  I’d give her this, because it seemed like she needed it. I wasn’t touching that broad, though. I’d been dreaming about fucking Lola seven ways from Sunday for months. Now I had to share that with someone else, and I was fucking pissed.

  “Take a cab here. Don’t follow us out.” I barked at Tori as she licked her lips, watching us like a hungry vulture.

  “Discreet Hunter. That’s new.” Tori arched a brow, but I shot her a look that shut her up.

  After goodbyes to the guys, who smirked as I kept Lola tucked close, we headed out. It was cold but clear, and I led her over to my bike. If I’d been tipsy before, this entire thing had sobered me right the fuck up. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want Lola to think we had to do this because of my past. Or hers.

  “Whoever did a number on you, baby, I find them and I’m making them pay. I don’t want to share a moment of us with someone else. I don’t know why you want to do this. I’ll give you whatever you want, though, baby.” I kissed her softly, a silent promise that my words held weight.

  I’d made the mistake of telling her she was mine tonight. When what I’d meant was mine. Period. I meant what I said to the guys. I didn’t say the words right yet, but Lola was fucking mine. I’d do whatever it took to make her see that.

  “I want to do it because I choose to. Because I get to say yes. Or no.” Pain flashed in her eyes once again, and it broke my fucking heart.

  “I’d never ask you to choose this. I did some shit before. With women that didn’t count. You fucking count to me, Lola. Don’t you see that?” I ple
aded, searching her eyes, willing her to see how I felt.

  “I might believe you. I don’t know yet. Trust me, Hunter. I need to do it this way tonight.” Now she was pleading, and that might have broken my heart more.

  With one more kiss, I loaded her onto the bike and tore off into the night. I’d shared women before; with Finn, with a cop buddy of ours, with other women. But, as I’d told Lola, they hadn’t counted.

  I might remember their names, but nothing else; not how they tasted or sounded, how they felt. None of it had mattered.

  Tonight, I had hoped to make every moment one we wouldn’t forget. Instead, I had to share it with a woman I’d been inside of before, and it already felt wrong. Dirty. I’d done this to myself and maybe I deserved it. Maybe Lola was making me pay for the women I’d treated like nothing.

  Once we reached the condo and I parked my bike, we both didn’t move. Lola held me tight as her hands slid beneath my leather jacket. My head twisted just enough and her mouth was there. I yanked at her, bringing her around to straddle my lap.

  Lola’s kiss now was hungry and demanding, and I gave whatever she needed. Her tongue traced my mouth, teeth nibbled at my lips, her moans were loud in the quiet night. My hands shoved at her coat, beneath her sweater to cup her bare tits. Fuck, she was soft and perfect, and soon, she’d be all mine.

  “I want you so bad, Darlin’. I will do this however you want. Tell me whatever you need and I’ll do it. I never wanted anything like I want to feel you wrapped around me. Hear you come for me again. Fuck, it’s all I can think about lately.” Lola moaned, her head tipping back as my mouth worked down her slender throat.

  “Hunter, I want you too. I don’t think of anything else either. Just you. Just us.” The comment made me angry; because if so, why did she want someone else there tonight?

  “Then let it be just us, baby. Please.” I cradled her face in my hands, but her eyes were sad when they met mine.

  “I don’t want to share you either. I never.... I never got a choice before, Hunter. Let me have a choice.” It took a moment for me to figure out just what she meant.

  Just like that, I knew. Lola wanted me just like I wanted her; just us, just this thing that had been latching onto us both a little at a time. Someone had hurt her, worse than she wanted to let on. Worse than my whore of a wife had hurt me.

  Because whoever had hurt my sweet, mouthy Lola, hurt her deeper than she could show. They didn’t give her a choice about the two of them, and I would never take that from her. I gave a brief nod of my head before she was kissing me again.

  I’d let her make the choice. I’d make mine, though, too.

  LOLA

  I might be a fucking idiot. Why do I think sharing Hunter, the man I want to be mine, with a badge bunnie sounds like a solid idea? Fucking idiot, Lola. I want my power back; I want to do something he’s done with others on my terms. Something I was forced to do with others on someone else’s terms.

  Ruining our first time together—what I hope will be our first and not last—doesn’t sound like me taking control. It sounds like me losing control in my insecurities. Ones that Seth put in place piece by piece after taking away the girl I was before him.

  Hunter is not Seth, and I know that. And yet.... for all my sexy innuendos and all my brassy mouthiness, I am afraid I’m not enough. Tonight, I plan to find out. One way or another.

  “Tell me what you want, Darlin’. I’ll do whatever you ask tonight.” Hunter whispers behind me, slipping my jacket off my shoulders.

  Those lips are against my neck; slow, deliberate, driving me crazy. His hands come next, finding my belly before moving up slowly. My sweater is gone and his hands are full of my tits, and between my thighs is achy. I doubt we’ll even make it to our special guest.

  “I love your body, Lola. That first night at Deacon’s....fuck, I wanted you all night. When you came into the bathroom... you were so sexy and mouthy, I was so hot for you. How I kept myself from burying my cock so deep we forgot who ended where, I don’t know.” I moan loudly—embarrassingly loudly—at the memory.

  “I wanted you so bad. I’m glad we didn’t, though, Hunter. I want more than what that could have been.” Foolish, stupid, idiot.

  “Me too, Darlin’. Fuck, me too. You belong like this,” Those thick arms of his lock around me, his hands shoving my skirt off, “in my arms, waiting for me to make you feel beautiful and sexy. Because you are, baby.” The more he talked, the thicker that sexy southern drawl got.

  “Fuck, I love your voice. Talk to me. Tell me what it’s going to be like.” I am aware he’s fully clothed, but his cock is heavy and hot against my back.

  “Oh, Darlin’, it’s going to be like nothing else. I’m going to make you forget anyone else who’s ever touched you. Make you wonder how you could have felt anything else but what you feel for me. What I feel for you. Whether someone else is here or not, it’s just about us, baby. It’s about Lola and Hunter, and that’s all that fucking matters tonight.” I twisted in his arms, ready to tell him Tori doesn’t need to come after all.

  “Hunter...I think maybe I....” The knock at the door is so loud; louder in my head than I’m sure it really sounds against the wood.

  “I don’t need to answer that door, baby. Whatever you want.” Hunter is looking at me with such softness, it makes me uncomfortable.

  I’ve been wanted before. Not like this. Not the way Hunter wants me. I don’t know how to handle it. How to say what sounds right, or do what feels right. So, like an idiot, I do the exact opposite of right.

  “Let her in.” I want to steal the words back, because his eyes—his lovely, sexy, heavy with need eyes—flash with something.

  I don’t want to figure out what it is, so I spin away again. I feel his disappointment in the room, and I almost stop him when he turns to do what I asked. Almost. Then I hear her laughing and watch her saunter into the room. In seconds, she’s naked and pressing against me.

  I don’t have time to think about how fucked up this is. Her hands are in my hair and she’s kissing me. I don’t like it. I feel exposed and raw and dirty. Just like I did with Seth. As her hands roam over my tits and down to my ass, I realize something. I can say no.

  At any point tonight, I can stop. Or I can go further. Whatever I want. Because Hunter is allowing me the power. I feel him come up behind me. I feel the curl of his arms around my waist, his hand cupping my sex.

  It’s as if he wants to keep parts of me to himself.

  I kiss Tori back, but I know this is not going to be what she expects. Because it’s not about sharing Hunter. The second we stepped inside his apartment, I knew I wasn’t going to do that. I just couldn’t. Hunter was mine.

  I do feel powerful as she moans and runs her hands over my body. I test it out and do the same. Hunter is kissing at my neck and palming my tits as he grinds his cock against my ass. I feel the want as it thrums between us. I know he doesn’t want this; he just wants me.

  For the sake of it all, I let it happen for a while. I feel her tongue at my nipples as my hands cup her tits. Super fake. Gross. Tori smells good though, spicy like cinnamon and apples. I lick her lips and then I kiss Hunter with that tongue.

  “I just want you. I don’t want to taste anything else.” Hunter growls, his thumbs flicking at my nipples.

  I’m liquid. Like, molten lava cake. I hook one arm back around his neck, my nails scraping over his bald head. I watch his eyes as he watches her fondling me. Kissing my tits, my belly, her hands toying with her own sex. The girl is a pro.

  Hunter twists me against him, and I realize he’s almost naked. Not sure when that happened. Behind me now, Tori whimpers from her crouch; he’d stopped her from plowing her face between my thighs. She stands, rubbing those fake tits against my back as I press opened mouth kisses to his chest.

  Over the sexy pierced nipples, the dark tattoos spread over his defined chest. Down the curve of his neck and over his traps. I bite him there. One of his hands tangles in my ha
ir and tugs roughly. I like that; and the fire that’s in his ocean green eyes when they meet mine.

  Prickling cold edges into my vision as I see her stiletto nails touching his chest. Lower. Aiming for the boxers he’s straining with the throbbing tree limb between his legs. Apparently, my barb previously was no lie. I’m suddenly hungry to have it in my mouth. Which is a new development.

  I never willingly gave head before. Ever. But, I did give it.

  Now, I want to. Not only that, I don’t want Tori to. In fact, I don’t want her to touch his cock at all. Which might be an issue since we invited her for a threesome. Or, the idiot did. The idiot being me, of course.

  I drop to my knees, and Hunter hisses out a breath. The boxers go and his cock springs out. Jesus…Christ. It’s fucking glorious. Long, but mostly, thick. Very thick. Like, soda can thick. How he carries that thing around, I have no idea. And there’s a piercing through the head that makes me lick my lips.

  “Fuck me.” I whisper it, but I see his teeth shine in the darkness as he smiles.

  “Oh, Darlin’. I intend to. Open up.” I obey without hesitation as his fingers tangle in my hair.

  The tip slips past my lips and I moan around him. I know I’m soaked, my thighs feel slippery with it. Behind me, Tori whimpers again, but Hunter’s right. It’s not about her; not about any other hers or my single him. It’s about us.

  Both my hands wrap around him, and I watch him as I take him deeper. Inch by inch, my jaw aching as I open wider and wider. His head falls back, and he spits out what I think are curses. Or perhaps Aramaic. I’m not sure. Its guttural and it vibrates through his entire body. I shudder in response to those throaty sounds.

  Then he’s watching me, and the intensity in his gaze, the connection I feel at that moment, tethers me to him. I feel as if this dirty act has woven me to him in ways I might never be able to undo. If I ever even wanted to.

  “Fuck, baby. You got no idea how fucking beautiful you are with my cock down your throat. Jesus. Good girl, just like that, Darlin’. Fuck.” His hips begin to rock and I’m taking it like a fucking champ.