The minute she got home, he had attacked her, his hands shoving beneath her skirt, fingers sliding deep inside her pussy. He’d gotten her off right there in the doorway. She’d exploded like a firecracker, coating his fingers with her cream and she’d watched, breathless as he licked them clean.
God, he was hot. After the fingering in the doorway, he’d led her to her bed, where they proceeded to go at it like two animals in heat. She felt like she was in heat. Always thinking about sex, when she would next get it, where she would get it, wondering if he thought the same thing.
He had to, if his doorway attack was something to consider.
“You want to know my darkest fantasy?”
“Definitely.” He reached for her hand, clasping it in his, interlocking their fingers.
She stared at their hands, the way his thumb stroked her, his long fingers curled around hers. This part, the after sex and connecting part, scared her. Thrilled her. Made her long for more, made her realize it would most likely not happen.
Confusion swirled within her but she wasn’t brave enough to ask. Not yet. It was too new, her emotions too raw and no way did she want to risk alienating him, let alone ruining the moment, the sex.
So she kept her mouth shut.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged one shoulder. “We’ve already touched on a few together.”
Austin turned to look at her, a slight smile on his face. “Really?”
“I’m pretty simple.”
“I don’t believe that.” His answer was quick.
“It’s true! I prefer the normal stuff.”
“You love it when I get—forceful with you.”
He was right. She loved it. She was a deviant. Her old boyfriend’s words echoed in her head. “You’re right. I do.”
Rolling over onto his side, he released her hand to reach out and trail his fingers across her stomach. It quivered beneath his touch. “You want more?”
Michaela didn’t know what to say. Could she come out and admit that she would love it if they participated in more of that play? She didn’t want him to take her to some sort of sex club and put her on display. Discipline and humiliate her in front of a crowd, that didn’t have any appeal.
But if Austin wanted to spank her, paddle her ass, use all sorts of toys on her? Her answer would be a resounding yes.
She wanted to trust him with this. She should trust him, he was one of her closest friends.
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice small. She rolled over onto her stomach, hiding her face from him, not wanting him to see her reaction.
“I can arrange that.” Again, he touched her, as if he couldn’t stop, his fingers stroking her ass, tracing the curve and slope.
A ringing sounded somewhere in the quiet of her bedroom and Austin sat up, ran a hand over his head. “That’s my cell.” She rolled back over and watched as he went to his jeans and pulled out his phone, answering it with a curt greeting.
Michaela observed him with curiosity, drinking in his nakedness, enjoying the view. He was beautiful, she couldn’t stop staring at him and when she heard the uncomfortable tone in his voice it drew her attention away from his body and more on what was happening.
He didn’t sound happy. His answers were short, curt and she wondered who was on the line.
“Who was that?” she asked when he hung up the phone. She knew she had no right asking since it wasn’t like she was his girlfriend or anything but she was curious.
“Brad.” The mood had been spoiled by the phone conversation, she could tell and she sat up, yanking the sheet so it covered her breasts.
“What did he want?”
Austin shook his head, waving a hand in a dismissive gesture. “He wanted to get together tonight, but I told him we had plans.”
“You told him about us?” She was stunned.
“Well, yeah.” He grabbed his pants and stepped into them, looking yummylicious with just the jeans on, still unbuttoned, and nothing else. “Since I’m sure he called looking for some sort of hookup.”
He’d just touched on something she really didn’t want to admit. The idea of watching him with another man aroused her like crazy. And the thought of being right there, watching them, participating in all of the action?
It sent her right over the edge.
“It’s not like we’re in a committed relationship, Austin…” She let her voice trail off, curious to see what his answer would be.
“I don’t want to be with anyone else.” He shut up, the words right now lingering in the air. “I definitely don’t want to be with Brad.”
“Well, if there are things I can’t satisfy I understand if you want to go to him…”
He rushed toward her, climbed right on top of her so that she had to lay back down, his face in hers. “I’m not interested in him or in anyone else. I’m interested in you.”
She pressed her lips together, the words she wanted to say nearly bursting from her throat. He was so close she could see the faint stubble shadowing his jaw, the thick black lashes that shaded his crystal clear blue eyes. He truly was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. It was unlawful for a man to be so gorgeous with so little effort.
And right now, he was all hers to do with as she pleased. So why would she want to bring in another person—a man for God’s sake—into the mix?
Because I’m a sexual deviant with a perverted mind and a flair for the sick and twisted.
Michaela pushed the thought out of her head, noticed the concerned light that flickered in Austin’s gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head, tried to push at him. He was solid as a brick wall. “I should take a shower.”
“Hold on.” He pressed down, trapping her on the bed. “You never did tell me your darkest fantasy.”
“You don’t want to know,” she mumbled, which really got his attention.
“Oh, hell yes I do. Tell me, Michaela.” He thrust his pelvis against her and she couldn’t believe it but he was already hard again.
The man was like a machine. A very well oiled, never wanted to stop type sex machine.
“You’ll think I’m gross.” She sounded like a little kid, the whining and the use of the word gross. He smiled, ran a hand over her head, and she told herself to relax. It was just Austin.
“I definitely won’t think you’re gross. In fact, I’ll probably like it. I know I’ll like it. So tell me. What do you want me to do to you?” He whispered those last words in her ear, making her shiver, making her wet.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to go for it. “I want to watch you be—intimate with another man. And maybe—maybe I could join in. What do you think?”
The words came out in such a slurred rush she wasn’t sure if Austin understood her. She waited, breathless, studied his expression as he absorbed what she just said.
“You’re serious.” He sounded skeptical, wary, and she wondered if she just blew it.
“Um, yeah?” Okay, this wasn’t going as planned. She hoped he would grin, tell her yes he could arrange that and maybe then kiss her senseless.
None of that was happening. In fact, he withdrew from her to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to her. Disappointment socked her in the gut and she closed her eyes, draped her arm over them.
He was quiet for so long she became even more nervous. What was he thinking? Was he coming up with a way to dump her? Tell her that maybe this wasn’t working out after all? Not that she could blame him. Her words must’ve been shocking and though he was a kinky guy with a healthy sexual appetite, maybe she’d pushed him over the edge.
Maybe he thought she was a desperate slut who wanted to get it on with a bunch of men at the same time. Which wasn’t what she was suggesting at all. She was curious to see Austin with another man. Thought it would be arousing to watch him touch a man, kiss him, suck his cock, fuck him…
Oh, she was so dirty she was becoming aroused just thinking about it.
“The thing is,
Michaela,” Austin finally said, startling her from her thoughts. “I don’t like to share.”
She dropped her arm away from her face. “What?”
He turned to look at her, his eyes blazing. “I don’t like to share what I consider mine. And right now, I consider you mine. Do you want to share me?”
Oh. Not the reaction she’d expected at all. He considered her his? She should be offended. She wasn’t a piece of property, no one owned her. But the way he said it, the look in his eyes. Well, she had to admit, she found his possessiveness downright thrilling. Exciting. As if she wanted to belong to him and only him.
“I’m curious,” she admitted, chewing on her lower lip. “To see you with another man.”
“You’d like to watch.”
“And participate. Maybe. If you’ll have me.”
He smiled. “Baby, I’ll have you any way I can get you.”
Her heart warmed at his words, his smile. “Think about it.” She didn’t want to push, didn’t want him to make a decision now. “So what’s your darkest fantasy?”
His smile grew and he shook his head. “If I get my way, I might make it come true tonight.”
Curiosity filled her. “What is it?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Austin couldn’t fucking believe what Michaela had said. He still couldn’t believe it and that had been over an hour ago. She was in the shower, she’d offered for him to join her but he’d declined, claiming he had a phone call to make.
The excited light in her eyes when he’d said that had been unmistakable. He had a feeling she thought he might be calling Brad or whoever to arrange her just admitted darkest fantasy.
Shit. He didn’t think so. He couldn’t imagine having a threesome with another man and Michaela. What if the other man wanted to go down on her or worse, fuck her? Just the thought of it made him feel a little sick to his stomach.
You’re jealous. You want her all to yourself, you greedy bastard.
He couldn’t deny that. He did want her all to himself. With Michaela, he felt like he’d uncovered a hidden stone, polished it up and it was now shining like a diamond. His precious treasure he’d found, that’s what Michaela was.
But he’d seen it on her face, in her eyes. She’d meant every word she said. She wanted to watch him with another man. She wanted to participate too.
Jesus. He ran his hands over his eyes, pressed his palms hard against his brow. He’d been in threesomes before, a couple of times with all men, once just him and two women and a few times with another guy and a woman.
He’d enjoyed all of them. As a friend said once—a mouth is a mouth, a hole is a hole. And damn if that wasn’t the truth when you’re a horny bastard looking to fuck whatever stood in your way.
But he wasn’t that horny bastard anymore. Well, he was but for only one person. Michaela.
If someone had asked him three years ago if he believed he would feel serious about someone of the female variety he would’ve laughed in his face. Hell, three years ago he hadn’t even believed in serious commitment, let alone that he’d be interested in a woman. That was during his male slut phase. When he acted like the biggest man whore alive, flirting with every attractive man he ran across and bedding almost every one of them as well.
Then he’d met Brad. And he’d tried to work it out with him, he really had. They’d realized they were better as friends versus an actual relationship, with occasional benefits on the side.
Earlier Brad had called looking for those benefits, he hadn’t been lying to Michaela. The surprise in Brad’s voice when Austin told him they already had plans had been evident.
“You finally bagged her, hmm? Took you long enough.”
That had been it from Brad, thankfully. Austin expected a stronger reaction but he wasn’t complaining.
He wondered what Brad would say if he asked him to perform with him, so to speak, in front of Michaela. With the possibility she might join in. Would he be up for it? Austin knew for a fact Brad had never even had sex with a woman so that might make him the ideal candidate.
Meaning he would have no interest whatsoever in fucking Michaela which would leave her all to Austin.
Austin rubbed the back of his head. Yep, he was a selfish bastard. If he planned this right, it could work out for the both of them. She would get what she wanted, and he would get what he wanted.
But first, he needed to focus on his plans for tonight.
Chapter Seven
“I’m going to stand out, don’t you think?” Michaela smoothed a hand over her hair. “Of course, you won’t even tell me where we’re going so I have no clue if I’m going to stand out or not.”
The irritation in her voice made Austin smile, and he parked the car in the large downtown parking lot. “You’re definitely going to stand out. That was the reasoning behind your outfit.”
She wore a white silky knit halter dress that was the sexiest thing he could find in her closet. He had no clue where she had worn it before or for whom but he considered himself lucky to see her in it tonight.
The neckline was embellished with clear stones, as was the band of trim that rested just beneath her breasts. It had a cut out between her breasts as well as on the sides and her entire back was bare. The white only emphasized her peachy golden skin, the short skirt showed off the long length of her sexy legs. Scarlett had come over and made her up with pale, iridescent colors, using a heavy hand on her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her lips matching, and he thought she looked like an angel set out for a night of sin.
The exact look he’d been hoping for.
They exited the car and he took her hand, clasping it tight in his as they walked across the lot and toward the row of buildings in the distance. The lot was half full, the sidewalk abandoned, and she glanced about curiously, drinking everything in.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked for what felt like the fiftieth time.
He lifted their linked hands and kissed the back of hers. “You’ll see. We’re almost there.”
She looked like she wanted to squirm. She hated surprises, she always had and he was torturing her on purpose. He wanted to keep her on edge, keep her guessing. It added a certain sense of anticipation to the night.
“You look like the devil and here I am in all white.” The tone of her voice caused him to glance at her, and he saw the nervousness on her face. She looked uncomfortable, uncertain, and he didn’t want that. He didn’t understand why she was such a bundle of nerves, though. Didn’t she trust him to take care of her no matter what?
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re dressed completely in black and with your black hair, the way you tower over me, I don’t know.” She shook her head, a little smile curling her lips. “You look like you’re taking me to the lion’s den to corrupt me.”
“You don’t know how close your description is.” He stopped in front of a nondescript three-story building, the lights within the windows dim, the double doors huge and painted blood red. “We’re here.”
There was no sign indicating what lay within, no people hanging out in front, no indication whatsoever that it was a place of business, and Michaela tilted her head back, taking it all in. “What is it?”
He yanked her close so he could whisper in her ear. “It’s called Tom’s.”
She turned to look at him, a smirk on her face. “Sounds classy.”
He chuckled. “It is. It’s called Tom’s as in peeping. Get it?”
Realization dawned on her face. “Like peep shows?”
“Close. More like a voyeuristic club.”
Her delicate brows drew together in that look she got when she was a little confused. “What do you mean?”
“Let’s put it this way. There are the watchers and then there are the doers.” He leaned in closer, breathing in her scent, his lips touching her soft earlobe. “And I know how much you like to watch.”
“So we watch people, uh, do stuff?” Sh
e shivered.
“Uh, huh.” He squeezed her hand. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s crazy that you even know about this place.”
He shrugged. “I’ve never been here. A friend of mine told me about it.”
“Who?”
“You’ll never guess.”
“Brad?”
“Hell, no.” He moved away from her with a grimace. “Scarlett.”
Michaela’s mouth dropped open. “Scarlett? Really? Does she come here?”
“Yeah, though not as much lately.”
“Is she a, um, doer or a watcher?”
“I think she’s both.”
“Oh.” She shook her head as they started walking toward the double doors. “Wow. I’m surprised.”
“You shouldn’t be. You’re a watcher, too, you know.”
A pretty blush stained her cheeks. He loved that one moment she looked like a sweet innocent and the next he could have her begging for his cock. Such a contradiction. “You make me feel like a pervert.”
“Baby, I love your perverted ways.” He kissed her, a quick one, just to have that connection, and then he opened the door, allowing her to walk in before him.
The lobby was dark, dimly lit and the walls were covered in dark red, flocked velvet wallpaper. A tall man dressed in a tuxedo stood behind a counter, his expression neutral, almost bored. As they drew closer, Austin realized the guy’s tux looked straight out of the seventies with the big lapels and the powder blue ruffled shirt.
Bizarre.
“May I help you?” The man smiled though it didn’t reach his eyes, and Austin wondered how long it took to work there for a person to look so damn jaded.
“We’re here to see Tom.” That was the code term—Scarlett had given it to him when he called her earlier—and the man nodded, flipping open a black leather bound notebook.
“Stand or deliver?”
“Excuse me?”
The man rolled his eyes, the disdain on his face clear. “Will you be standing to watch the entertainment or will you be delivering it?”
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