Chapter Three
Eli wanted to think he couldn’t have orchestrated it more perfectly. That it had gone exactly as he’d wanted it to. He wanted to think the old magic he and Rutledge shared when it came to working together had come into play again and he and his ex-mechanic were responsible for Sami’s unexpected challenge of a threesome.
But he knew Sami had bluffed herself into a corner.
She really was a fireball of grrl power.
He didn’t realize how much that turned him on until now. Or how much he liked the idea of rendering her defenseless, with the help of Jay, to her sexual pleasure.
He and his ex-mechanic had more than one shared conquest under their collective belts, but something about Sami joining that list made him harder than ever.
Perhaps it was the very fact he knew Jay wanted more from Sami than just sex.
Resisting the urge to take possession of her mouth now, he straightened and turned to study the man.
Rutledge stood silent, a statue of enigmatic emotion.
Was the energy radiating off him like a thermonuclear blast from anger or desire?
If Sami walked out of the room now, would Jay thank him for pushing her to a place she hadn’t intended to go? Or beat him to a bloody pulp for daring to reduce her to a creature for their sexual pleasure?
His ex-mechanic met his gaze, his eyes revealing nothing of the thoughts in his head.
“A condition of the bet,” Eli said, swinging his focus back to Sami. Damn, she was a stunning vixen. Even in her shell-shocked state, he could see the passion, the desire, the hunger simmering below the surface of her indignation.
Sami arched an eyebrow.
“Rutledge gets to pick the location of the race.”
“What?” Confusion filled Jay’s voice.
“Why?” Sami asked, less confused, more wary.
Eli arched an eyebrow. “Your mechanic, my ex-mechanic, knows our riding techniques better than anyone on the planet. I trust him to pick a circuit that favors neither of us.”
Sami’s eyes narrowed. “Why do I feel like you’re playing me?”
He lowered his face closer to hers. “You’re the one who made the bet, Charlton. I’m just making sure it’s an even playing field.”
Flicking Rutledge a grin, he straightened. “And I suspect I know exactly the outcome Jay wants.”
“Which is?”
Eli turned back to Sami. “The one that lands him in your pants.”
Sami’s lips parted on a hitching breath.
“Jesus, Swanson,” Jay growled.
Eli waited for more from both of them. If Jay had come at him, rage propelling that muscle-on-muscle body of his, Eli wouldn’t have been surprised.
Instead, Sami slid her stare to Rutledge. Studied him.
A slither of something hot snaked through Eli, something unexpected.
Jealousy.
There was no denying the desire in Sami’s eyes as she looked at her mechanic. But it wasn’t desire that awoke an emotion Eli normally never experienced. Sami had looked at him with open sexual hunger more than once. He would never have kissed her—twice—if she hadn’t.
No, what stirred a jealous heat inside him was the hope he saw on her face.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, whether she was aware of it or not, she felt more for Jay than just base sexual interest. She wanted more from him.
Would she ever look at him the same way?
Did he want her to?
“Goanna Tracks.”
Eli startled at Jay’s deep snarl. He frowned at his one-time friend. “Is that a place? Or some strange Australian code for go fuck yourself?”
Jay glared at him. Eli couldn’t miss the tension coiling in the man’s body. Or the way his jaw bunched.
“It’s an MX complex about five hours inland. At a place called Coonabarabran,” Sami answered. “World class. International-scale tracks. Caters to motocross, amcross, enduro and enduro extreme. I’ve never ridden any of them, but I’ve heard some of them are fucking insane.”
Eli narrowed his eyes at Jay.
Jay met his gaze. “It’s about as level a playing field as I can think of.”
For some reason, the answer sent Eli’s pulse thumping. “Is it private?”
“You think I’m going to fuck you both on the track?”
At Sami’s scoff, Eli grinned at her. “You’re still assuming you’re going to win, Charlton. And yes, I was thinking the track would be the perfect place for some dirty fore—”
Sami spun on her heel and strode for the door. “Set it up, Jay,” she threw over her shoulder without looking at either of them. “Book the entire complex ASAP and let me know when I have to be there.”
“Where you going, boss?” Rutledge called after her as she yanked the door open.
She paused on the threshold, her knuckles white as she gripped the doorknob. “I need a shower,” she answered. “A cold one.”
The door slammed shut behind her before Eli could goad her about her confession.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
He turned to his ex-mechanic, smirking as the man stormed toward him. “Getting you what you want, what we both want. The chance to fuck—”
Jay’s fist smashed into his jaw.
A detonation of white pain exploded in Eli’s head. He staggered backward, even as he burst out laughing. “There’s the Rutledge I know and love.”
Jay bore down on him, fists balled. “You’re a fucking wanker, Swanson.”
Rubbing his jaw, Eli pranced sideways. He didn’t think Jay was going to hit him again, but he wasn’t risking his jaw on it. “No, I’m the man who always wins. You know that. And even if I lose this bet, I win. As do you, so what the hell are you so angry about? Anyone would think you love Sami, with the way you’re behaving.”
Jay’s nostrils flared. Dark fury flared in his eyes. “You are a fucking wanker, Eli,” he repeated, before turning away.
Eli rubbed his jaw again, watching Jay head for the door.
“There’s nothing wrong with admitting it, Rutledge.”
“There is if you’re going to sleep with her,” Jay snarled over his shoulder without slowing down.
The door slammed behind him, leaving Eli alone with nothing but the echo of the sharp bang in his ears and a disarming sensation in his gut that mocked him in a way he couldn’t fathom. That made him feel like a shit and question his sexual response to the whole situation.
What the hell was going on? Since when did he care what anyone felt or wanted except himself?
Since when did he have a conscience?
And what the hell was he going to do about it?
Hitting the switch to flood the garage with light, his gut, hell, his mind a turbulent mess of conflicted desires, Jay froze.
Sami sat perched on the edge of the main bench, her stare locked on his face.
Unable to stop himself, he devoured her with his eyes.
She’d stripped out of her riding pants and jacket, dressed now in only her favorite training jersey and a pair of skimpy black knickers.
Jay’s groin—still heavy with a want he truly wished he could deny—tightened at the site. He’d seen Sami in such attire before, she had a habit of fiddling with her bikes post-race dressed as such, but this was the first time she’d done so since discovering his sexual desire for her.
What did that mean?
His secret was out, the desire he’d harbored for his boss no longer confined to nights alone in his bed or long minutes in his shower. And yet, despite the insanity of what just happened, he couldn’t bring himself to apologize. Or try to talk his way out of it.
Swallowing the thick lump in his throat, he dragged his stare away from her and continued into the garage, heading for the bike she’d ridden to a multiple orgasms only a couple hours ago. “I thought you were going to have a cold shower?” he asked, wishing to hell his voice sounded less strained and more indifferent.
“I need you to do som
ething for me.” Her voice sounded equally as strained. Christ, would they ever be the same around each other again?
Is that what you want? The same?
“I’ve got to go over your bike,” he answered without looking at her. Reaching her KTM 350, he fixed his stare on its rear brake. “Fix that mono-shock rear suspension you keep grousing about. And then ring Goanna Tracks.”
“Rutledge, I need you to do something for me.”
“I’m busy,” he growled, dropping to a squat beside her bike. “Go have your shower.”
The soft sound of bare feet hitting the concrete floor told him she’d dropped down from the bench.
Good. He needed her out of there. Away from him.
He needed to get his head around what had just happened in Swanson’s private box. What was going to happen after the race at Goanna Tracks.
Sami’s long bare legs appeared at his side.
His brain registered her toenails were painted metallic-blue before his body registered he could feel the warmth of her body so close to his. A heavy spasm claimed his cock at the unexpected proximity. An invisible vice wrapped around his chest.
Under an equally invisible force, one he couldn’t fight, he turned his head and ran his gaze up Sami’s naked thighs, over the exquisite curve of her pussy hidden beneath the black cotton of her undies.
His breath caught. His balls throbbed.
“I don’t want a shower,” she said.
It took Jay a long second to realize she was responding to his previous words.
Longer still to drag his stare from her tantalizing black underpants and up to her face. “What do you want, boss?” he asked, forcing an air of irritated impatience into the question.
He had to get her out of here.
He was still reeling, still adrift.
Still angry with Eli.
Still too conflicted about it all.
Still too fucking turned-on.
Sami flicked her tongue over her bottom lip, hooked her fingers under the hemline of her training jersey and pulled it up over her head.
Staring up at her, Jay’s heart smashed into his throat.
She stood next to her bike, naked save for those skimpy damn undies, and studied him.
“Jesus, Sami,” he rasped, jolting to his feet.
He stared at her.
Her breasts—barely a handful but so fucking perfect his mouth filled with saliva—rose and fell as she drew a slow breath. Her nipples pebbled.
Jay swallowed. Jerked his stare up to her face. “Sami?” he moaned. “What—”
Sami snared his right wrist, raised his hand to her chest and placed his palm on her breast.
“A shower isn’t going to satisfy me, Jay,” she said, the words low, husky. “Not now. Not after what you and Eli—”
He shut her up with a kiss.
Plundered her mouth with his tongue. Bit at her lips. Invaded her mouth again.
She groaned, burying her hands in his hair as she ground her sex to his groin.
The punishing contact sent fresh steel to Jay’s dick and any thought of control abandoned him.
Sami Charlton was close to naked and rubbing against him. Control was a thing of the past.
Grabbing her butt with his free hand, he hauled her to his body, his fingers rough on her arse. Her heat radiated into him, adding to the hungry fire burning in his core.
She wriggled in his arms, her fists in his hair growing tighter as she lashed her tongue over his.
A part of him demanded he stop. Demanded he get to the bottom of the situation, to understand why Sami was here, now, doing this…
The rest of him didn’t give a fuck about the bottom of the situation when Sami’s bottom was so pliable and so there, in his hand.
Growling into her mouth, he kneaded her butt, drawing her closer still to his erection. His cock pulsed, trapped by the snug denim of his jeans, eager to be free of its restraint.
With a hitching whimper, Sami tore her lips from his. “Jay…”
He moved his mouth to her throat, scoring a greedy path down to her collarbone, nipping her hot flesh as he went.
She arched against him. Scraped her fingers over his scalp. “Fuck me, Jay—if I’d known it was going to be this fucking good I would have done this ages ago.”
The declaration—uttered on a panted moan—ignited something dark and ravenous in Jay. Something more than just desire.
Pulling away from her, he fixed her with a hard stare. “There’s no going back from this, Sam. Regardless of the outcome of your bet with Swanson, there’s no going back from this. Do you understand?”
Sami nodded. Her breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath she pulled. Her teeth caught her bottom lip. “I do.”
That dark heat flared hotter in Jay at the sight of Sami’s teeth worrying her bottom lip. It was an uncharacteristic action, one that told him his boss was as unsettled by the turn of events as he was. “You also need to understand, if you do beat the bastard, he and I will follow through. We will both fuck you.”
A glint of defiant challenge sparked in Sami’s eyes. “What do you mean if?”
He ground his teeth. “Do you understand, Sam?”
Again she nodded, her teeth back on her lip. “Yes. And I want you to. Both of you. I don’t know if that’s fucked up or depraved or sick, but I want you to. I said it as a way to throw you both off, but the second the words passed my lips I knew I wanted it. So fucking much.”
She stopped. Brushed her fingertips over his jaw, his lips. “But I want this first.”
Jay stopped himself from capturing her fingers with his mouth. Just. “Why?”
“I want you, just you, first. Now.” She leaned closer to him, her naked breasts caressing his chest through his shirt, her heat branding him despite the cotton of the garment. “Please, Jay. You know I don’t beg often, but please, I want you to make me fucking come now.”
He stared down into her face. Registered the fact nothing but a thin shield of cotton prevented her nipples from touching his skin.
Registered his cock pulsed with a want and desire he could no more deny or suppress than he could walk away from Sami now.
Struggling to temper its control on his body, he cupped her face in his palm. “No going back from this, boss,” he whispered, drawing his head closer to hers. “Remember that.”
A strained chuckle fell from her. “You think I’m ever going to forget this?”
Before he could respond, she claimed his lips with her own.
Pleasure engulfed him.
He groaned, giving himself over to the kiss.
Losing himself to it.
And even as he did, he knew it wasn’t enough.
He wanted more.
Grabbing her hips, he drove her backward, away from her bike, until he’d pinned her to the garage wall.
He held her there, making love to her mouth with his tongue, dragging his hands down Sami’s body as he did so until he encountered the side strings of her knickers. Without hesitation, he hooked his thumbs between them and her hips and pushed down.
She whimpered, the sound becoming louder as he rendered her completely naked.
Her blunt nails raked at his shoulders, over the back of his neck. Her tongue grew wilder in his mouth.
He reveled in her uninhibited response for a lingering moment, forcing himself to give her time. Time before he surrendered to his need for her.
All of her.
Then, without preamble or warning, Jay tore his lips from hers, dropped to his knees and parted the folds of her moist pussy with his tongue.
Chapter Four
She tasted exactly as he knew she would—exquisite.
And she responded the same way.
The second Jay stroked the tip of his tongue over Sami’s clit, she fisted her hands in his hair, shoved her hips forward and let out a raw groan of pleasure. “Fuck yes, Jay.”
He flicked his tongue at the tiny nub of sensitive flesh again, slower
this time but with greater pressure.
Sami groaned again, this time not only grinding her pussy harder to his mouth but shifting her legs farther apart to grant him greater access to her sex.
He took it.
Kneading her butt cheeks with hands he knew weren’t exactly gentle, he lavished her clit with his tongue.
Worshipped it in a series of pulsing sucks.
Nipped it with his teeth.
Sami bucked against his mouth. “Oh fuck yeah.”
Jay’s lips and chin grew wet with her juices. His blood burned hot from the pleasure in her cries. His cock throbbed, straining against the crotch of his jeans.
Christ, she was delicious.
“Fuck, Jay,” her nails scored across his scalp, “I think I’m gonna come already. I think I’m going to—”
He tore his mouth from her pussy and looked up at her.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” she protested, eyes closed, face etched with tormented denial.
“Then don’t come,” he instructed, smoothing his palms down the backs of her thighs and up again, skimming the crevice of her backside as he did so.
“Are you serious?” she rasped, glaring down at him.
“You trust me to get the best performance from your bikes, yes?” He explored her butt cheeks some more, a spasm claiming his cock at how incredible they felt under his palms. “To tune each one until it’s an instrument of sublime perfection?”
She hissed as the tips of his fingers brushed her folds and perineum. And choked out a raw, “I do.”
He lowered his mouth closer to her glistening pussy. Slowly licked a path over her seam. “Then trust me,” flicked her clit with his tongue, “now.”
“Fuck you, Jay,” she groaned, rolling her hips into his caress. “I don’t know if I can hold on.”
“Yes,” he murmured against her pussy lips, “you can.”
She punished him for the order by dragging her nails through his hair. The pain detonated a base pleasure in him. A primitive desire.
He squeezed her backside and lashed her clit with his tongue. Found her anus with a firm finger and pressed.
“You fucking bastard,” Sami burst out, clawing at his scalp as she ground her pussy harder to his mouth. “That’s not fucking fair.”
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