She opened her mouth to confirm his belief, but he shook his head and continued without letting her speak.
“I know it’s blindsided you. But I also know you. And I know this threesome…I know you want it. On levels you don’t understand, you want it. And on levels I can only describe as testosterone-driven lust, I want it. I get hard at the thought of sharing you with Eli. But I am shit-scared that I will lose you to him after. I am petrified you will look at me after it’s over and think ‘Jay who’?”
She shook her head. Hard, fast shakes, even as she held his stare with her own. “Not possible. The guy’s a wanker. I may want his body, but—”
“He is a wanker,” Jay cut her off. “But when he forgets he’s Eli Swanson, the guy can be…tolerable.”
Sami blinked. “Did you just pay Mr. I’m So Fucking Awesome a compliment, Jay?”
He grunted. “Yes. And if you ever tell him, I will deny it and tan your backside with my hand, got it?”
At the threat, Sami’s pussy throbbed. Threesomes and spankings? And here she was thinking she lived life to its fullest motocrossing.
Letting out a wobbly laugh, she smiled at Jay. “Got it. But just so you know, I’m not after tolerable in my life, Jay.”
And before he could respond, she brushed her lips to his, turned on her heel and hurried into the amenities building.
That she was going to masturbate while in the shower was a given. If she didn’t, she’d never survive what was to come.
Whether she was going to recover or not was a different story.
Chapter Seven
Eli watched Jay walk toward him, fighting the urge to fidget. He also fought the urge to stride into the cool interior of the concrete-block amenities building, locate Sami and render her a puddle of sated pleasure against the wall.
The first urge he could deal with. The latter… Goddamn it, the latter awoke sensations in him he couldn’t decipher.
Guilt. You know what it is. What are you going to do about it?
“She okay?” he asked.
Jay stopped a few feet away, regarding him with a sunglasses-shielded gaze. “She’s Sami Charlton. When isn’t she okay?”
Eli laughed, a weird choked sound he’d never made before. “You know, as much as I want to fuck her senseless, I want to strangle her as well.”
Jay’s jaw muscles knotted. “Because she beat you?”
“Hell no. Because she’s making me feel things I would have bet money I’ve never felt.”
“Like what?”
“If I say guilt, will you believe me?”
Jay didn’t answer.
Eli grinned. “Weren’t expecting that, were you?”
“What are you playing at, Swanson?”
At Jay’s low growl, Eli scrubbed at the back of his neck and sighed. “I never realized how much you liked Dianne, Jay.”
Jay’s eyes narrowed. “You really want to go there?”
“I do. I need…” Eli searched the cloudless sky overhead for something he’d never lacked before: courage. “I saw the pair of you getting close, saw your relationship developing beyond a professional one, and I didn’t want Dianne’s attention distracted from me. If she was with you, she wouldn’t be at my beck and call.”
Jay stepped closer to him. “She’s your PA, Eli. Not your property.”
Eli shrugged. “I didn’t like it. When I saw the pair of you together in that diner, I got jealous.”
“Jealous? Is that what you’re calling it?”
Eli studied Jay’s face. Wished to hell he could see the man’s eyes. “Okay, making out with her in the team garage was low.”
“You didn’t just make out with her. You made sure I found you.”
“I didn’t know you liked her so much.”
Jay destroyed the distance between them, tearing his sunglasses from his face as he did so. He glared down into Eli’s face, nostrils flaring. Menace radiated from him like a blaze. “I didn’t ‘like her so much’, you narcissistic prick. I didn’t like that you manipulated her that way for your own selfish gains.”
Eli narrowed his eyes.
Jay grunted. “You have no bloody clue, do you?”
“Clue about what?”
“Dianne wasn’t interested in me. She was loyal to you. Completely. She would have done anything for you. Thought the sun shone out of your arse.”
Eli’s gut clenched. A prickling pressure crawled up his spine, over his scalp.
“When you caught us in the diner, she was telling me how concerned she was at how reckless you were becoming on the track. How your major sponsors were getting restless about it. She was worried you were going to kill yourself proving you were the best there was. She was asking me what I thought she should do, if I thought she should mention it to you. And then you swanned into the restaurant. Threw some snide comment our way about ‘office affairs’ never working. Pointed out that you and I shared everything and how disappointed you were I’d decided to eat without you—and yeah, I knew exactly what you were getting at—and left. Dianne was petrified you were going to fire her. I told her you weren’t that big a prick.”
Cold contempt flashed in Jay’s stare. “And then you proved you were the very next day.”
The air in Eli’s lungs turned hot. Bile coated the back of his throat, sour and condemning.
He remembered what happened the day after the diner confrontation well.
He’d been angry at Jay, not just for daring to enter a sexual relationship without him, but for distracting Dianne from her utter attentiveness to him and his daily needs.
Angry enough to call Dianne to the team’s main garage a few minutes before he knew Jay would arrive. Angry enough—no, selfish enough; there really was no other word—to reduce his PA, a woman he’d never once thought of in any other way but his employee, to a panting, breast-heaving object of retaliation.
Jay found them barely a minute after Eli had perched Dianne on the seat of his favorite bike, his lips grazing on her ear as he whispered how damn important she was to him. How he couldn’t bear the thought of her not being there for him whenever he needed her, how he cherished her devotion.
Self-contempt curdled in Eli’s mouth. Jay was right. He was a narcissistic prick.
Swiping at his lips, he turned his stare from the damning anger in Jay’s eyes. “And that’s why you quit,” he said.
Jay grunted. “I couldn’t deal with your ego any longer. You were the closest thing I had to a brother, Eli, but even brothers can only take so much.”
“I’m sorry.”
Jay’s mouth fell open. “Did you…”
If the situation wasn’t so tense, Eli would have laughed at the incredulous shock on his fact. Instead, he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Never thought the day would come when I apologized for something?”
“No.”
Eli huffed. “I could always rely on your blunt honesty, Rutledge.”
“Yep. Although it’s not me you need to apologize to.”
Eli thought of his PA. She’d stayed with him after the garage incident, despite the fact he’d never shown any sexual interest in her again. She’d continued to be at his beck and call. She’d continued to deal with his groupies, dispatching them with soothing words and tokens when he was finished with them.
How had she done all that? After he’d treated her the way he had? The way he still did?
“I really am a jerk,” he muttered.
“You are,” Jay agreed. “But as I told Sam earlier, when you forget you’re the great Eli Swanson, you’re not that bad.”
He frowned at Jay. “Is that why you let me talk you into our very first threesome? With that little hottie from Kentucky? All those years ago? Because I’m ‘not that bad’?”
A dry chuckle escaped Jay. Furious menace no longer radiated from him. “I let you talk me into it because I really wanted to fuck that little hottie and I knew she wasn’t interested unless you were part of the action.” His lips twisted in a se
lf-deprecating smirk. “Not my finest hour, I’ll admit.”
Eli gave him a tentative grin. “But the beginning of something that defined us both.”
Another chuckle fell from Jay. “Yeah.” He fixed Eli with a level gaze. “I think it had something to do with the fact that, in the bedroom, when we were both focusing on the woman, you forgot you were my boss and superior to me, and I forgot how much I wanted to punch the shit out of you.”
Eli raised his eyebrows.
Jay shrugged.
“Do you still want to punch the shit out of me?”
To Eli’s horror—and amusement—his ex-mechanic’s shoulders rose and fell in another shrug.
Eli studied him. “You more than like Charlton, don’t you?”
Jay’s nostrils flared. He didn’t respond.
“She feels the same way for you, Rutledge. I can see it in the way she looks at you. So, as part of my new goal to make amends for being a fuck-knuckle prick for so long, I’m walking away from the bet.”
An unreadable tension claimed Jay’s face. “You’re what?”
“I’ve already uploaded my public apology to Twitter. Sami was with me when I did it. Now, I’m walking away from the threesome. God fucking knows how much I want her, but how much I want her is nothing compare to how much you want her. I can see that. So, I’m walking—”
“No.”
Eli flinched at Sami’s declaration, uttered in a tone of total control, behind Jay.
He snapped his stare to the amenities block, his breath catching at what he found there, his balls rising up, his cock thickening.
She stood in the open doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy red lace panties and a white, cropped tank that clung to her breasts like a greedy lover.
Eli’s mouth watered. His cock—already halfway to a painful hard-on—twitched.
Damn it, she may be just a sexual conquest for him, but she was the most powerfully intoxicating sexual conquest he’d ever wanted.
“What do you mean, no?” he asked. Hell, he sounded like a nervous schoolboy.
Fixing him with an unwavering stare, Sami smiled. “Jay and I know exactly where we stand with each other, Swanson. We know how we feel about each other. Trust me…” She walked toward him, trailing her fingers over the pebbled tip of her right breast as she did. “As good as you may be, that’s not going to change just because you join us in the sack for a tumble.”
She stopped directly in front of him. Slid a glance to Jay beside her, who immediately bent to nuzzle the side of her neck.
Eli watched Sami close her eyes in pleasure at the contact. Bit back a groan as Jay reached up and palmed her left breast.
With a soft breath that sounded like a whispered, “fuck yeah,” she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. “So unless you’re a chicken, I suggest you get your arse in your car and follow us back to our hotel right—”
Incapable of controlling himself—and too damn impatient to wait any longer—Eli fisted his hands in her hair and silenced her with a savage kiss.
The second Eli took possession of Sami’s mouth, Jay knew they weren’t going to make it back to the hotel.
Knew the moment—raw and carnal and physical—had come.
Thank bloody God he’d booked out Goanna Tracks for the entire day, ensuring it was just him, Eli and Sami there, because they were about to fuck her six ways from Sunday right here and now.
And right here and now meant right here and now.
Out in the open.
With nothing but the birds to witness.
Dragging his lips up to Sami’s ear to nip the fleshy pad of her lobe, he ground his groin to her thigh. His cock, hard and trapped by his jeans, throbbed at the exquisite pressure.
She groaned, Eli’s answering growl just as hungry.
Jay’s head swam.
He was sharing the woman he loved with a man he swore he’d hate for the rest of his days, and he’d never been more aroused.
With a groan of his own, he flicked his tongue into the shallow shell of Sami’s ear before returning his lips to the side of her throat.
The sounds of Eli worshipping her mouth fed the lust in Jay’s veins. As did the way Sami’s breast rose and fell against his palm.
He pinched her nipple, reveling in the way she writhed at the touch.
“Whatever you did, Rutledge,” Eli murmured, his Southern accent thicker, his breath rapid, “do it again.”
Lifting his head from the side of her neck, Jay watched Eli return to feasting on Sami’s lips, watched his old friend explore her mouth with his tongue, before pinching Sami’s nipple again.
Once again, she writhed in their arms, pleasured pain etching her face.
Jay’s cock pulsed, flooding with impatient desire.
Eli moved his lips along Sami’s jawline. “Shall we ask Jay to do it a third time, Charlton?”
Sami moaned, rolling her head to gaze at Jay with heavy-lidded eyes. “I think he should kiss it better first.”
“Done,” Eli said, moving around her body until he pressed to her back. Jay watched his hands smooth over Sami’s waist before inching up beneath her tank top, taking its hemline with them.
Exposing her breasts to Jay’s hungry stare.
“Your tits are perfect, Sam,” he declared, devouring the sight of Eli cupping and kneading them. Every time her dusky-pink nipples peeked out at him from between Eli’s fingers, Jay’s cock grew harder.
Until he couldn’t hold off anymore.
The second Eli’s fingers revealed one of Sami’s nipples again, Jay captured its beaded form with his mouth.
Suckled on it.
“Goddamn it, Rutledge,” Eli ground out, removing his hand from Sami’s breast to fist his fingers in Jay’s hair. “I forgot what it was like to watch you pleasure a woman.”
Jay lashed his tongue over her flesh.
“He’s so hungry for you, Sami,” Eli continued.
“It’s so good,” she moaned in reply, her fingers clawing at Jay’s shoulders. “So fucking good.”
Jay moved to her other breasts, his fingers replacing his mouth on her abandoned nipple.
He nipped and sucked and pinched, giving himself over to the absolute rapture of her flesh in his mouth.
Behind her, Eli murmured words of encouragement, declarations of how hot Jay was for her, how hot it was to watch him feast on her breasts.
When Jay lowered to his knees to tongue Sami’s pussy through the lace of her knickers, both Eli and Sami let out a muttered curse.
“Fuck, Rutledge, I wasn’t prepared for that. I think I’m going to burst back here.”
Above Jay, Sami ground out a laugh. Which turned to another “fuck” when Jay hooked his finger into the crotch of her red undies and yanked it aside.
Her seam glistened. The perfume of her pleasure filled his breath. He flicked at her folds, seeking out the tiny nub of her clit with his tongue.
Found it.
“Fuck, yes.” She bucked her hips forward, her nails scraping at his back.
He did it again, looking up at her as he did so.
The sight of Eli kneading her breasts, attending to each wonderful curve, flooded his cock with fresh blood. Turned it harder still.
With another lick at her clit, he stroked his fingertip over the sodden lips of her pussy and then penetrated her heat with a swift thrust.
“Oh fuck, Jay.” Sam writhed in Eli’s arms, grinding her sex to Jay’s hand and mouth. “Oh f-fuck that feels…”
“So good,” Eli finished. “Can you see the desire on his face as he eats you out, Sami?”
Jay looked up at her again, meeting her gaze as he plundered her sex with his fingers and teased her clit once more with his tongue.
Sami groaned, her eyelids heavy, hot pleasure ablaze in her eyes. “So good…so…”
As Jay watched, Eli twisted around her body and took her right nipple in his mouth.
Sami cried out, arching and trembling.
Ja
y didn’t slow his worship of her sex.
Instead, he slid one of her legs over his shoulder and tongue-fucked her more.
Sami writhed between them. Jay could hear the sounds of Eli on her breast, the appreciative moans from Sami, her panted breaths, Eli’s hungry groans…
The erotic sounds fed Jay’s lust, his need to pleasure his woman, to make her quake with rapture.
Sliding his fingers back into her drench pussy, he scissored them inside her as he worshipped her clit.
She arched, her cry hoarse. “Oh fuck, Jay…fuck, that feels…feels so…”
He shifted his hand, enough to withdraw his fingers from her sex and press them to her puckered anus.
She slammed her hips forward, noises falling from her that he’d never heard her make during her mid-ride orgasms.
Raw, ripe noises, pleading noises, noises of capitulation and want and need.
Greedy noises.
And all the while, he laved her clit, teased its tiny form. All the while he stroked and pressed at her back entry with a finger slicked by her cream, his pressure increasing with every touch.
“Make her come, Rutledge,” Eli rasped, the request as full of surrender and desire as Sami’s moans. “I want to see her come all over your face. Make her—”
Jay sank his thumb into Sami’s pussy, his glistening finger into her anus and lashed her clit with his tongue.
A wave of wet warmth flooded his mouth. Sami thrashed against his face. Her leg gripped his shoulder, her nails gouged at his scalp.
“Such a thing of beauty.” Eli’s declaration danced on Sami’s moans. “She is such a thing of beauty, Jay.”
Gorging himself on Sami’s release, Jay lifted his gaze to her and Eli, his vision fogged with pleasure. What little blood not turning his cock to an agonized steel pole roared in his ears.
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