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by Leah Brooke


  “Hey, babe.” A grunt followed. “You son of a bitch. Oh, no, you cocksucker! I’m not falling for that again.”

  Pausing in the process of unwrapping her scarf from around her neck, Nat turned toward the doorway and frowned. “Hoyt?”

  Another string of curses followed.

  Intrigued, Nat hung up her scarf and coat before dropping into the chair closest to her. Blinking at some particularly inventive cursing, she stripped off her boots, tossing them aside and getting to her feet again.

  “Hoyt?” Making her way down the hall on stockinged feet, she blinked at a particularly vulgar curse, wondering if he would wind down anytime soon.

  “You piece of shit bastard. You think you’ve got me again, don’t you. Damn it to hell. You fucker!”

  Nat got to the doorway just in time to see a laptop fly across the room to join three others lying on the floor. “Um, Hoyt? I’m home.”

  He swiveled his chair and leaned back, the anger in his eyes dissipating as his gaze met hers. “So I see.” A slow smile curved his lips. “I missed you. Did you have a nice day, baby?”

  Eyeing the mess on the floor, Nat shrugged. “It was okay.” She lifted her gaze to his again, smiling at the picture he made.

  His relaxed pose didn’t fool her for a minute. He could move faster than any man she’d ever met, but she did have to admit that he didn’t seem as tense as he had on his previous visits. “You sounded pretty involved in what you were doing. I didn’t know if you realized I was here.”

  His eyes sharpened. “I always know when you’re near. You look upset. Is there something you want to talk about?”

  A little unsettled that he saw something that she hadn’t even acknowledged to herself, Nat shrugged and walked into the room, pointing to the mess on the floor. “What happened? Did you kill them?”

  Hoyt’s lips curved. “Collateral damage.” Patting his thigh, he lifted a brow when she hesitated. “Problem?”

  Her nipples, already beaded, tightened even more, the ache at her slit sharpening as she shook her head and crossed to him. “No. I didn’t want to disturb you, but I figured you might be hungry.”

  Grinning, he grabbed her hand and yanked her onto his lap, wrapping one arm around her while sliding his other hand under the hem of her sweater. “You disturb me just by being in the same room. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. Did you get everything done that you wanted to do?”

  When the hand at her waist tightened, pulling her closer, she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and touching her lips to his.

  Warm and firm, his lips parted against hers, drawing her in with an erotic sweep of his tongue. Pulling her closer, he deepened his kiss, swallowing her moan as he unhooked the front fastening of her bra and covered her breast with his hot hand, massaging gently.

  Holding on to him, she met him kiss for kiss, losing herself in the taste—in the feel—of him.

  The hard arm at her back tightened, pulling her closer as he took her mouth in a kiss meant to coerce—to seduce.

  And it did—a slow seduction that warmed her and had her pressing herself against him.

  Her breath caught at the friction of his callused palm against her nipple, the flood of sensation from her nipple to her slit drawing another moan from her.

  Lifting his head, Hoyt stared down at her, lifting her sweater, his gaze hot on her breasts. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  Arching, Nat slid her hands over his shoulders, loving the feel of solid muscle. “And you’re too damned sexy for your own good.”

  Bending her back over his arm, Hoyt grinned, his eyes flashing with devilish amusement. “You think I’m sexy, huh?” Lowering his head, he watched her eyes as he flicked his tongue out to tease her nipple. “That’s good to know. I happen to think you’re sexy, too. Every time I’m near you, I’m hard.”

  Nat’s stomach muscles quivered beneath the hand he slid lower, her breath catching when he deftly unfastened her jeans and slid a hand inside. “Oh, God. Hoyt, I—”

  The slide of his finger over her clit made her forget whatever she’d been about to say. Rendered defenseless under his tender assault, Nat parted her thighs as far as her jeans allowed, desperate for more.

  “Hoyt! Oh, God.” Fisting her hands on his shirt, she fought to pull him closer.

  He smiled indulgently. “Yeah, baby?”

  “I can’t wait anymore.” Need clawed at her, sharpening when his head lowered and his teeth closed over her nipple. Fisting a hand in his short hair, she pulled his head up to nip at his bottom lip. “Take me.”

  He moved fast, as if her demand unleashed something inside him.

  With a low groan, he yanked her jeans to her knees. “I want my mouth on you.” Holding her close, he dropped to the floor, cursing as he shoved the laptops aside. “I want the taste of you on my tongue. I want to hear you scream my name.”

  His rough tone sent a thrill through her, his expression tight with tension as he stripped her jeans and panties from her with a rough jerk and tossed them aside. “Christ, you go to my head.”

  Supporting his weight on his elbows, he loomed over her, using his knees to shove hers wide. His hooded eyes, filled with heat, held hers. “You’re in my fucking blood. You have been since the first time I held you. I can’t stand that you keep parts of yourself from me. I know it’s too soon, but I’ve been too hungry for you for years to be appeased with bits and pieces. I want it all—and, one way or another, I’ll damned well have it from you.”

  Lowering his head, he kissed one nipple and then the other before lifting his gaze to hers again. “Even if it takes me the rest of my life.”

  Shaking helplessly as Hoyt parted her thighs wide, Nat squeezed her eyes closed against the pleasure, throwing her hands out in a frantic attempt to find something solid to hold on to.

  The caress of Hoyts’s warm breath over her already overheated slit was her only warning before his hot, decadent tongue slid over it.

  Jolting at the burst of heat, and the shock of erotic electricity, she cried out and fought to escape the too-intense pleasure. Thrilling at the feel of his tight hold on her thighs, she pushed against his strong hands, lifting her hips several inches off of the floor.

  He buried his face between her thighs, holding her with a firmness that made escape impossible, leaning forward slightly so that her legs fell back, leaving her completely at his mercy.

  She loved it.

  She loved his take-charge attitude, the confidence in his touch. The demand.

  She loved the way he let her see how much he wanted her, and the way he made her feel as if nothing else mattered.

  He ate at her as though starving for her, using his lips and tongue with an expertise that left her unable to do anything except hold on.

  Crying out as the pleasure heightened, she threw her hands above her head, giving herself over to his mastery of her.

  Trembling, she cried out his name, bowing at the sharp tingling in her clit that seemed to explode, showering her with sparks. Every nerve ending shimmered with ecstasy, spreading from her clit outward in shimmering waves of heat.

  His groan of satisfaction seemed to vibrate through her slit, his firm grip controlling her body’s movements with ease.

  “Hoyt! Oh, God. Oh, God.” The pleasure continued in delicate waves, every slow stroke of his tongue drawing it out until she shook uncontrollably.

  Too much. Too intense. Too hot.

  “Hoyt! It’s too much. Too much.”

  Her clit burned, but he didn’t stop, his slow strokes providing a constant, tender friction that held her in its grip.

  She fought his hold, the submissive side of her delighting that she couldn’t escape him. “I can’t. Hoyt! I can’t. Too much. Oh, God.”

  “It doesn’t look like Hoyt’s gonna be happy with just one orgasm, baby.”

  Nat’s eyes flew open at the husky amusement in Jake’s voice. Shocked to find him there, she reached for him as he knelt
beside her. Even staring into his eyes, she couldn’t stop crying out as Hoyt’s mouth continued to work its magic. “Jake!”

  Running a hand over her breast, he tugged at her nipple. “Hoyt looks like he wants to eat you alive.” Smiling faintly, he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the tug to her clit nearly driving her insane. “I can’t say that I blame him. I feel that way every time I touch you.”

  “Jake, I can’t. I can’t.” Her cries became more desperate when Hoyt focused his attention on her clit again. She tried to reach for him, tugging at the T-shirt covering his shoulders, unsurprised that she couldn’t budge him at all.

  Smiling down at her, Jake massaged her breast, moving his palm over her nipple. “You and I both know very well that you can. Put your hands over your head, let him have what he wants, and let me see those beautiful breasts.”

  Nat shivered as she obeyed him, the pleasure that hadn’t had a chance to subside already building again.

  Still massaging her breast, Jake smiled, glancing at Hoyt. “She loves not being able to close against what you’re doing to her now. She loves being forced to accept it. Keep those hands up, baby.”

  Tugging her nipple, he searched her features as she writhed and cried out. “Good girl.”

  The pleasure hit her hard, and squeezing her eyes closed, she fisted her hands and rode the decadent wave. “Fuck. Oh, God. I’m so close. I’m gonna come. I can’t stop it. Hoyt!” Her chest heaved in her desperate attempt to get more air into her lungs, her body shaking so hard that her teeth chattered. “Ohh! I’m coming. I’m coming! Yes. Oh, God. Oh!”

  Hoyt pushed her through it, using his lips and tongue to draw it out until she couldn’t bear any more.

  Whimpering, she slumped. “Hoyt! Please! No more.”

  Lifting his head, Hoyt cursed and lowered her thighs. Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her to straddle him as he sat back on his heels, running his hands up and down her back. “Come here, baby. Damn, you taste good.”

  Nat dropped her head to his shoulder, slumping against him. “What the hell happened?” She took several deep breaths and turned her face to press it against his neck, smiling and closing her eyes. “I came in with dinner, which is probably cold by now.” Opening her eyes, she lifted her head, frowning when she realized Jake had gone. “Where’s Jake?”

  Fisting a hand in her hair, Hoyt pulled her head back, his eyes glittering. “He left. Do you have a problem with spending time alone with me?”

  Unnerved by his mood, Nat tried to get up, but he didn’t release her as she’d expected. “Of course not. Let me up. I brought dinner home and I’m hungry.”

  Spreading his arms wide, Hoyt smiled coldly. “By all means.”

  Eyeing him warily, she got to her feet, fastening her bra and pulling her sweater back down before bending to retrieve her panties. “I don’t know why you’re so mad. If you want to get laid, just say so.”

  “If I wanted to get laid, my cock would be inside you right now.” Hoyt got to his feet. “I’m fine for pleasure, but afterward, you prefer Jake. I understand it, but after being the one to pleasure you, it’s a little hard to swallow.”

  Pulling her jeans up, she glanced at him, her stomach rolling. Trying not to show her panic, she lifted her chin, forcing her voice to remain steady, while everything inside her shook. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, and I’m too damned tired and hungry for this conversation. I just asked where Jake was. I didn’t mean that I didn’t want to be with you. I don’t want to argue with you, but I’m getting sick and tired of walking on eggshells to preserve your fucking ego.”

  Fastening her jeans, she turned away, needing a few minutes alone to settle, only to have Hoyt grip her arm and spin her back again, yanking her against his hard chest.

  “My ego’s just fine. Even though you’re willing to walk on eggshells around me, I prefer the more direct approach. I don’t like that while I’m holding you, and you’re still trembling from the orgasms I just gave you, you’re asking for another man.”

  Struggling against his hold, she almost fell when he released her unexpectedly—chilled after the heat of her recent orgasms, and shaken by the distance still between them. “I forgot what a bastard you can be when you want to be.”

  She had to admit that she wouldn’t have liked it if the shoe had been on the other foot, and that asking for Jake while Hoyt cuddled with her might have been a little insensitive.

  How the hell did Jesse do this?

  Hoyt’s icy smile sent a chill through her. “Baby, you have no idea what a bastard I can be. You want sex, but thwart every attempt for intimacy. If you think I’m going to let you get away with that, sweetheart, you’re sadly mistaken.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Despite her best efforts, Nat couldn’t stop glancing at Hoyt while they ate the dinner she’d brought home. Unnerved that each time she looked at him, she found him staring at her, she sent a glare in his direction and focused her attention on Jake, not even tasting the fried chicken.

  She hadn’t meant to hurt Hoyt’s feelings, and hated feeling guilty about it, but she’d already apologized and didn’t know what else to say to him.

  Other women in Desire in ménage relationships seemed to handle it a hell of a lot better than she did.

  Her clumsiness had already caused a good deal of hurt, making her wonder if she had what it took to handle two men.

  Depressed, she toyed with her mashed potatoes and looked up at Jake. “Were you busy today?”

  Swallowing his mouthful of food, Jake glanced at Hoyt. “Valentine’s Day is coming. I have a lot of special orders that are going to keep me busy for the next several weeks.” Sipping his sweet tea, he grinned. “Of course, there’s always a market for men who are buying expensive jewelry to make up for something they did wrong.”

  Hoyt smiled. “Not a bad idea. I’ll have to stop by to pick out some new nipple clips and a clit clip for Natalie.” Meeting her glare with a smile, he leaned forward, his gaze lowering to her breasts. “Something with weights. Something to get her attention. That trip to the playroom has only whetted my appetite for more.”

  Sitting back, he eyed her steadily. “She doesn’t seem to want anything except sex from me right now, so I might as well oblige her. Jake, do you mind very much if I have some time alone with her tonight?”

  Jake glanced from her to Hoyt and back again, his eyes narrowed in speculation. “Not at all. Clay and Rio are going to the club. I’ll go have a drink with them. Some of their guests arrived today, and it’s useful to know who’s in town for the seminar in case we run into them in town. A lot of us like stopping in when there’s a seminar going on to help out if necessary, and we get a kick out of watching the subs and Doms together.”

  Nat knew that Jesse liked it, too, because her husbands came home aroused, and hungrier than ever.

  Her pussy clenched at the thought of what kind of mood Jake would be in when he got home. Lifting her gaze to her husband’s, she read the amusement in his eyes, along with erotic intent and a promise that she would be on the receiving end of the lust his visit to the club would produce.

  The secret communication bolstered her confidence enough to look at Hoyt again. “I know you’ve been to the club several times on your visits here. Have you ever screwed any of the women there?”

  Hoyt’s eyes hardened. “No. I didn’t just want sex, Natalie. I wanted intimacy.”

  Grimacing, Nat looked back down at her plate, hating that her face burned. “I get it, Hoyt. I suck at it. You’ve made that abundantly clear.”

  “No, you don’t. You’re just not a woman who allows people in easily.” Jake touched her arm. “It just takes time. Both of you are going to have to be patient.”

  Nodding, Nat went back to eating, her stomach rolling as she took a bite of chicken.

  Hoyt was a handsome, devastatingly sexual, and compelling man, and had no doubt been with countless women over the years—women he’d dominat
ed. Trying not to think of Hoyt in the arms of another woman, Nat shrugged. “Whenever there’s a seminar, we get a lot of traffic in town. Doms and women who sign up to be submissives.”

  She slid another glance at Jake. “From what I hear, the submissives are all running around naked, and if any of the men in the club want them, they can have them.”

  Jake didn’t seem surprised that she knew so much about the inner workings of the club. He probably knew that Brenna and Kelly told them what happened there. Smiling, he looked up from his plate. “It’s a little more complicated than that.”

  Picking at her food, Nat eyed both of them. “And then there are the auctions. You can actually bid on one of the women and take them to one of the playrooms.”

  Hoyt inclined his head. “Blade, King, and Royce are smart businessmen. Those auctions drum up a lot of interest—and business.”

  Jake paused with a forkful of food halfway to his mouth. “Is there something going on that I should know about?”

  Not giving her a chance to answer, Hoyt frowned and waved a hand. “Natalie’s gonna have to learn how to deal with me. She and I are going to have to learn to communicate without her putting you in the middle.”

  Jake sighed. “I shouldn’t have walked in there when you were with her.”

  Before he’d even finished, Hoyt started shaking his head. “No. It’s not your fault. It’s just something that Nat and I are going to have to work out between us. I just have to keep reminding myself to be patient. We’ll get there, but I’m sure there are going to be a lot of disagreements before we do. Just don’t give up on us.”

  * * * *

  Hoyt sipped his coffee, content to sit back and watch Jake and Natalie together as he thought about the way they’d been together in the early years of their marriage.

  Natalie had been restless around Jake at that time. Edgy and nervous.

  Her growing love and ease with Jake had become more apparent with every one of Hoyt’s visits, the closeness and intimacy between them now making Hoyt feel like an intruder.

 

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