Latent Desires (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rebecca Airies

  She glanced down. Logan’s head bent over her breast. He seemed to avoid her nipple with the swipes of his tongue. The deliberate torment only made her crave the drag of his tongue over that sensitive tissue.

  Jason didn’t play games though. Once he reached the juncture of her thighs, his tongue swiped over the slick lips.

  His tongue slid between the plump folds. He lapped from her entrance to her clit. The long swipe wiped away thought of anything other than pleasure. Her body strained forward, trying to press into his mouth. She craved more.

  A big hand kneaded her breast. The thumb swept around the nipple before drawing over it. Desire lanced from that firm touch straight down to her core, adding to the rising need.

  Jason’s tongue flicked, tormenting the sensitive bud. She moaned and tried to tighten her thighs to hold him, but his broad shoulders kept her spread wide for him.

  He eased lower. His tongue drove deep into her pussy, the strokes firm and demanding. She trembled. She wanted to press his face against her and ride his tongue until she came apart screaming. Her inner muscles clenched. It wasn’t enough.

  Logan’s lips closed over her nipple. The sudden heat drew a hissing breath from her. Her breasts felt taut and heavy. The sensation of his mouth drawing on her added to the roiling need. His tongue licked and his hand squeezed the neglected globe.

  “Please.” She strained against the arms keeping her from reaching for Jase and Logan. If she could reach one of them, she could take the pleasure dancing out of her reach.

  The word seemed to be a signal to the three men. Jason backed away, and Logan’s lips left her breast. A moment later, Tony’s arms unhooked from hers, leaving her sitting alone at the table.

  What the hell? She blinked at Jase. Logan and Tony strolled over to stand beside Jason. The three men watched her, smiles on their faces.

  “There better be a reason you’re over there and not over here making me scream.” She sat up, but didn’t grab for her shirt. She didn’t plan to get dressed. Those men made her burn. They could damn well take care of the fire. She only needed one of them, but she’d take the three of them if she could get them.

  “We told you we’d show you what we’d do if you had deliberately separated from Dixie.” Jason glanced at his watch. “You’d better go shower. We all have to leave soon.”

  “You want to do this?” She straightened and hopped down from the table. Part of her didn’t believe they were serious. The other part screamed in frustration.

  “Jase’s right. We have to leave soon and you know you’re coming with me.” Tony glanced at the clock. “There’s a lot I have to do today after the incident last night.”

  She trembled with arousal and rage. “Bastards. You are all on my list.”

  She grabbed her nightclothes and stormed out of the room. She intended to take a long shower. They better not fucking interrupt her while she handled this burning desire. Every step added to the desire curled tight in her belly.

  A low male laugh sounded as she walked down the hallway. She stopped and stared back toward the kitchen, tempted to go back and yell at them now. The driving urge to come decided it for her. Shower first. Those three bears could wait.

  A growl rolled from her. It wasn’t a sound she’d ever made before. She didn’t worry about it at the moment. Her mind focused the aching desire they’d built and then walked away from.

  She stormed into the bedroom and straight into the bathroom. Later, she’d think about what to wear. She barely noticed the welcoming deep yellow or the luxurious tub that waited in a corner.

  She bypassed it for the white, black, and yellow shower. The demand searing through her hadn’t decreased. After she turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature, she stepped under the spray and let the warm water sluice over her body.

  Her hands swept over her stomach. One palm meandered upward to her breast, squeezing. She imagined it was a much bigger, stronger palm giving the sensual attention. She heard the click of the door opening while she let her other arm lower. Her fingers skimmed across the mound of her pussy.

  Tension tightened her muscles. The need raged almost out of control. She couldn’t play long. Her thumb drew across her nipple. She pressed her fingers between the lips of her pussy.

  “Oh, fuck.” The muttered word had her peering out the glass door.

  Logan stood there with his mouth hanging open. The sight of him waiting outside her shower sent a thrill through her. The excitement raced to a higher level.

  She locked her eyes with his. She stroked her clit. A moan rolled from her lips, and her hips rocked forward. She plucked at her nipple, tormenting the tight bud. Sensation streaked from the sensitive peak and combined with the feverish intensity. She could feel the orgasm a few strokes away. With growing desperation, she swept her fingers across the bundle, once and then again.

  Pleasure exploded outward. Her eyes closed as she savored the sensation. She shook and moaned. Delicious ecstasy flowed through her body, leaving her feeling shaken and weak.

  A satisfied smile curled her lips. She straightened and began to wash. With the need temporarily quenched, she felt much more relaxed. She finished her shower and turned off the water. Logan remained right outside of the shower when she opened the door to grab a towel.

  She looked up at him through her lashes. “Did you like what you saw?”

  “Hell, yeah, Chloe.” His eyes locked on her breasts.

  “Well, you better savor the sight and remember it, because you aren’t getting this until you’re off my list. And you can tell the other two the same thing, especially after that laugh.” She smoothed a hand over her hip. “Better get ready for work, you’ll be late.”

  “What laugh?” Logan asked.

  “The laugh while you were all in the kitchen.” She saw him watching at her as if he didn’t know whether to believe her. “Yes, I heard that.”

  “You’d walked down the hall.” Logan looked at her, his mouth hanging open.

  She shrugged. Maybe she had. She couldn’t remember or care at the moment. One of those men had laughed. She hoped they remembered that laugh. She would.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Tony shoved his phone into his suit and tried to hold back a growl. He didn’t want to be at the Beat today. The house lights had lowered, and the image projection lights cast designs over the dance floor and across select walls. The upbeat atmosphere was lost on him.

  Work was the last place he’d like to be. The beat of the music pounded through his head. The sweetest bundle of sexy sat in his office working and he had to be out here at least for a while.

  They’d gotten off of her list last night. She’d softened after a day and night. He was relieved that it had ended so quickly. He had a feeling that she could hold a grudge much longer.

  He walked through the tables and behind the bar. Everything had gone wrong. One of his bartenders had called in sick. The other had been delayed by a breakdown on the way in. He couldn’t go to Chloe until the other bartender arrived. Until then, he had to step in as bartender.

  At least he knew that Chloe was safe in his office. She’d promised not to leave it. He had no doubts about the security there. The locks would hold. At one time, he’d had a safe in there.

  Tony strode over the bar manager, Jack. “Sean will be late and Adam won’t be here. Neither of them could get a hold of you. Said it went straight to voice mail.”

  Jack pulled out his phone and looked at it. His fingers swiped across it, but the screen remained dark. “What the… This was charged when I left home. It’s dead.”

  “Plug it in if there’s a cord that will fit. Worry about the why later.” Tony shook his head and moved down the bar to prepare for the customers.

  The bar opened. He focused on serving, but his bear pushed at him to go to her. That tore at his concentration. He didn’t think she was in danger. No, her distance during the last day and a half irritated his bear.

  It hadn’t appreciated Chlo
e making a stand and sleeping on the couch. Tony hadn’t been fond of the night on the floor. They weren’t about to let her sleep anywhere alone with someone after her.

  They had tried taking her to bed. She’d jumped right back out of it. She’d warned them that she’d make them regret it if they tried again. When her eyes had swept over them and lingered on their crotches, she left them in little doubt about the nature of that threat.

  They’d backed off. Not because of the threat. They could handle her. She’d been furious when they’d carried her back to the bed. They didn’t want to make her angrier.

  The primal fear that his mate might leave pulsed through him. He knew she wasn’t going anywhere. The animal didn’t respond to reason though. Once she accepted their relationship, the beast would relax. Tony thought a verbal confirmation would take some time.

  Chloe was cautious about revealing her feelings. He didn’t fault her, but it didn’t make waiting easier. Every day things remained the same, he found it harder to maintain his patience.

  By the time Sean arrived to take up his shift, Tony was more than ready to get out of the crowded bar. Tony handed off his station. He headed through the service door toward the stairs. He had to see Chloe.

  He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door to his office. She sat behind his desk. Headphones covered her ears. Her redhead bopped to an unheard beat. He scowled. She shouldn’t be relaxed. She’d been attacked a few days ago. He walked over to her, but she didn’t seem to notice him.

  He lifted his hand and rested it on her shoulder. She jumped and spun the chair. A small yelp escaped her. Her hands lifted in instinctive defense. She stared at him and drew in quick, shallow breaths.

  “What the hell, Tony?” She narrowed her eyes on him. “Were you trying to make me scream?”

  “No, but I didn’t think you’d be wearing headphones when you’d been attacked days ago.” Tony stepped forward, between her and the desk. He had no intention of letting her go back to her work yet.

  “You told me that no one could get in without keys or ripping the door apart. I took you at your word.” She shrugged.

  He liked that she trusted his opinion, but he also wanted her on her guard. He reached down and drew her to her feet. She didn’t hesitate. A smile curved her lips. She stepped toward him.

  “Are you thinking about trying out this desk?” She glanced behind him to the large desk where she had her computer set up.

  “Not this time, although I’m sure we’ll get around to every flat surface here. Perhaps I’ll bring you here one time when the club is closed and make love to you in the middle of the dance floor with the lights dancing over us.” He raised his brows.

  “And then the police bust in right in the middle because they think someone’s broken in.” She grinned.

  “It wouldn’t be much fun without the risk.” Tony drew her over to the couch.

  “On the couch, hmm?” She slipped her hands inside his jacket and ran her hands over his chest.

  He let her explore a little. He craved the feel of her soft hands pressing against his chest, but didn’t peel off his shirt. He didn’t have much control this time. The separation from her and the doubts of his bear pushed his limits.

  “Not on it, over it. As in you bent over with that lush ass sticking out.” Tony captured her wrists when she started to unbutton his shirt. He drew her over to the couch. “But first, we’ll do a little normal making out.”

  “Sounds interesting. Have we discovered a favorite position?” She eased closer and wrapped her arms around him.

  “Not yet, I have variations and places to try before I think about a favorite.” He sat down and pulled her down beside him. “Tonight, it’s the position I need.”

  She laughed. “Sounds like it will take us a long time to find what you like best. That should be fun.”

  “It will be. Come on. Give me a kiss before I start ripping you out of those clothes instead of peeling them off.” Tony cupped the back of her head.

  “Ripping would be bad. I don’t have any extra clothes here,” she whispered as she leaned close.

  “We could always call Logan or Jase, but they’d want a kiss or two in payment for the extra clothing. Maybe more considering you’d be naked.” Tony brushed his lips back and forth over hers in a teasing caress.

  “That sounds delicious, but I think we should be careful with my clothes. I don’t plan to wait until one of them can get me some clothes when it’s time to leave. I can think of better ways to use our time.”

  “So can I, baby.” He nuzzled her cheek before moving back to that delectable mouth.

  He thrust his tongue against her lips in a demand for entrance. Her mouth opened. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned into him. He threaded his fingers through her hair, tugging her closer. He deepened the kiss. It became rougher, more dominating.

  He slid his palm up and down her back before sliding around to her breasts. Those lush mounds always drew him. He plucked at her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Her moan flowed into his mouth. The sound sent a thrill through him. He wanted to hear more.

  Her hands slipped between them and began working on the buttons to his shirt. He pulled back and nipped her lower lip. She dug her nails into his chest.

  “Getting a little aggressive.” Tony flicked open two of the buttons.

  “That’s not aggressive.” She leaned forward and licked his neck. “I’m tempted to rip your shirt off.”

  Tony blinked at the slow lap of her tongue. She inhaled while she nuzzled the spot right below his earlobe. The action reminded him of a whyr female. She hadn’t gone through the change, though he longed for that to happen. She’d be more certain of their relationship when it happened.

  “I will have to go back out onto the floor at some point tonight. Let’s leave my shirt in one piece.” He pushed her shirt wider, revealing her blue bra. Her lush breasts looked beautiful framed in that silky lingerie.

  “Hmm.” She nibbled along his neck and her hands eased under his shirt and ran over his muscled chest.

  He pulled back. He cupped both of her breasts. The firm mounds filled his hands, and the blue contrasted against his tanned hands. He traced along the edges and hid a smile when she shivered. He saw her nipples tighten.

  The scent of her arousal rose, pushing at his lust. He reached around and flicked open the catch of her bra. He pulled the slip of fabric off. His mouth watered at the thought of getting his mouth on those reddened nipples.

  Firm fingers closed over his cock through his pants. He drew in a sharp breath. He hadn’t realized she’d moved her hand. She stroked up and down over the ridge. His heartbeat pounded.

  “God, baby, give me a few moments. I want to give you what you crave.” He grabbed her hand and pulled in a deep breath. Her touch felt sizzling and wonderful.

  “I need you.” She tightened her fingers. “Let me stroke your cock.”

  “You’ll make me come in moments.” He pulled her fingers away from his cock. One or two more strokes of her hand and he’d press her to the floor and fuck her hard.

  “That wouldn’t be bad.” Her other hand lifted and cupped the back of his head, tugging him close for a kiss.

  He met the demanding plunge of her tongue. The kiss soon became voracious. He lifted her and pulled her into his lap. She moaned.

  He pushed her shirt off her shoulders. With impatience pounding through him, he tugged the bra free. He craved her taste and the feel of those reddened nipples between his lips.

  Tony lowered his mouth to her breasts. He drew his tongue around one tight bud. She moaned and wrapped her arms around him.

  He sucked at the tight peak while his hand began to play with the other. She twisted in his hold. His cock swelled. He’d like to turn her around and thrust his cock deep. He didn’t though.

  Determined to take her higher, he slipped one hand down and inside her pants. He pressed his fingers between the lips. Her thighs widened and she moaned. She was
wet. Her juices coated his fingers. His fingers circled her clit. She wriggled in his lap, making it harder to resist ripping his pants open.

  He drew his fingers down and traced them around the entrance. He dipped the digits into her pussy before spearing deep. He played with her until she twisted and bucked in his arms.

  “Tony.” Her nails dug into his shoulders.

  He rose to his feet. She clung to him and wrapped her arms and leg around him. He peeled her off and took her to the end of the couch.

  “Bend over the couch, baby. This is how I need you.” Tony fished in his pocket before pulling out a condom. He unfastened his pants and pushed them and his underwear down far enough to free his cock.

  She bent over the end of the couch. He couldn’t resist smoothing his hands over her rounded ass and up her back. She pushed back in clear invitation. He rolled on the condom. With one hand, he gripped her hip. He nudged his cock against the slick lips of her pussy.

  Her heat seared through the latex of the condom. He’d love to feel those slick juices on his cock, but would hold back until she gave permission to go without the barrier. He rocked his hips forward, rubbing his cock between the folds. He couldn’t stand the torture for more than a few moments though.

  He pulled back and guided his cock to her entrance. He didn’t hesitate. His cock forged into her. She gasped and rocked back into him. He stilled, half-afraid that he’d hurt her. A shiver ran down his back. The other part wanted him to pull back and sink in again. He resisted, taking a deep breath.

  “Are you okay, baby?” He had to force the words from a clenched jaw.

  “Move, Tony.” She looked back over her shoulder.

  Her inner muscles clenched around his cock. The two words offered all the reassurance he desired. He thrust his hips forward. Hunger pulsed through him. He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her tight back against him.

  He drove hard into her. She moaned. The need to come rolled through him. His hips pistoned against hers. Her tight channel clenched around him, squeezing and rippling over his cock. The tight grip pulled a low growl from him.