Beyond Control (Beyond, Book Two)

by Kit Rocha

  The water settled along with Lex's frantic breaths, and she lifted her face from the crook of Dallas's neck. "Jesus."

  Grinning, Dallas pushed damp hair back from her cheek. "Yeah, that got a little out of hand. I can't seem to keep my cock out of you."

  "I've noticed," she teased. "I was talking about all the damn water on my floor."

  "It does seem like there's a whole lot less of it in the tub."

  As if she really gave a shit about the water with him inside her and hot aftershocks still pulsing through her. "You wrecked me and my bathroom. And I feel pretty good about it."

  He leaned up to claim a lazy kiss before biting her lip. "Hope you still feel good when I give you homework to do while I'm out conquering."

  "Will I get detention if I slack off?"

  "Sector Four-style detention. You'll be bending over the teacher's desk for sure."

  She smiled slowly. "I'll be sure not to do my assignments, then."

  "Bad girl." Dallas caught her chin and gave her a faux-stern glare. "A good girl would spend the night thinking of more fantasies. And if getting bent over a desk counted, it could top what needs to be a very long list."

  "How long of a list are we talking about here?"

  "Fewer than ten would be disappointing."

  "And what do you plan to do with all these fantasies?"

  He smiled.

  No words, but the question had been rhetorical anyway. There was only one thing he'd ever do with a literal list of her deepest desires clutched in his fist.

  He'd make every single one happen.

  Lex arched an eyebrow. "Should I have Noelle help me with them?"

  Chapter Fourteen

  Dusk was a perfect time to survey his new empire.

  Standing atop the tallest building left in Three, Dallas watched the twisted maze of alleys and broken-down streets come to life as the sun dipped behind the distant hills. Eden was already alight, of course, its looming walls dominating the skyline, a constant reminder of the avalanche of power waiting to descend upon them.

  Not that Three needed a reminder. Entire city blocks were nothing but rubble-filled ruins here, silent testament to what happened when councilmen felt threatened. The first man to claim Three had moved too fast, consolidating profit and power with blind greed. He'd thought possession of the largest surviving electronics factory made him immune to reprisals.

  And it had--for as long as it took Jim Jernigan to bring a competing factory online in Eight. The next night, Eden blew a third of Sector Three back to the Dark Ages.

  And most of the sector hadn't managed to claw their way out of it yet. Dallas watched fires spring to life in barrels up and down the uneven roads. Here and there, signs of electricity flickered on, a soft glow spilling from windows or the flickering neon of a prized bar sign. But the streetlights remained dark, even in sections that clearly had power.

  Fucking figured. Nobody who'd set foot outside after dark in this hellhole would want the streets well lit.

  Dallas glanced at the silent man at his side. "Quite a prize I won us, huh?"

  Jasper snorted and clapped him on the shoulder. "It's a pile of shit, but now it's your pile of shit. Time to get to work, I guess."

  True enough. "Don't worry, Jas. If these guys we're meeting aren't complete idiots, you'll have plenty of time left over to play with your girl."

  "Tonight's business. I'm good with that." Jasper surveyed the growing darkness. "Ace got that intel on Gareth Woods from his friend with connections in the city. You won't like it."

  "Yeah?" Tension knotted Dallas's shoulders, but he refused to let it bleed into his voice. "So rip the Band-Aid off."

  "Looks like he's back in play."

  "Fuck." His hands ached, and he realized he'd clenched his fists. All the time he'd spent chasing the ghost Woods had become, and of course he surfaced now, when there was no time. "What's our old friend up to?"

  Jasper met his gaze, grave and serious. "The rumor? He's climbing in bed with Fleming over in Five."

  It would take all night to untangle the implications--and the enemies. Trent, who'd died trying to kill Dallas. Fleming, who'd always been a knife at Dallas's back. Gareth Woods, who'd tried to settle a score with Noelle's father by framing the man for his own daughter's death.

  How the hell were they all connected? Woods and Trent had attacked within a week of each other, but had that been a sign of collusion or merely coincidence? Trent had had a backer, no doubt, someone with access to city resources.

  Sighing, he rubbed at the back of his neck. All the good Lex had done with her clever fingers was long gone. "What a fucking mess."

  "Uh-huh." Jasper stretched his neck to one side until it cracked. "First Trent in Three, and now Sector Five. Starts to look like a flanking maneuver. Like Woods wants to choke you out, nice and slow."

  "I should have seen this coming." Woods had tried to assassinate Noelle--and had shot Lex instead. From that moment, he'd been marked for death, and Dallas was pretty fucking sure he knew it, judging by how paranoid he'd gotten about his security. "He probably thinks Noelle's darling daddy and I are plotting against him. If he wasn't in bed with a sector leader before this, I should have figured he'd find one."

  Jasper grunted. "He's blown the biggest advantage he had--we can see him coming."

  "They always do underestimate us." He nodded to the broken streets spread out beneath them. "Which could very well make this a distraction, if Cerys is in on it."

  "Eh, they handed you Three because they have nothing to lose. You take all the risks, do all the work, and they sit back and collect. It's a no-brainer."

  "There's your problem, Jas. You're talking lots of sense and only a little bit of greed." Movement below caught his eyes, and he watched a group make its way through the shadows. "Do you know what it takes to run a sector?"

  He answered with a low laugh. "If I did, you'd have to watch your back."

  "Damn right." Excitement was building in Dallas's gut now, anticipation of the thrill that came with matching wits against an enemy. The men from Three would be here soon, and he'd get to play his favorite game. "We're all fucking insane, and damn near suicidally obsessed with more. Nothing's ever enough for us."

  Jasper leaned against the wall of a small hut that had been built on the rooftop. "So I'm learning."

  More than a little chiding in his tone, or maybe Dallas only imagined it. He bared his teeth in a grin. "Is this where I tell you I can quit any time I want?"

  "Come on, man. You know it's a lie. You love this too much."

  It was true, but that wasn't the whole reason. "And I can't stomach the idea of taking orders from anyone dumb enough to want my job."

  Jasper grinned. "We all like you well enough, raging insanity and all."

  "Gee, thanks. I love you, too."

  He raised both eyebrows and pulled his cigarette case out of his vest pocket. "Don't let Lex hear that. She'll get jealous."

  Somehow, Dallas doubted it. "Man, she'd sell tickets. And since she's probably going down on your woman right now, I think you and I are fucking well stuck with each other."

  "So that's that. You and Lex." Jasper struck his lighter and touched the flame to the end of his cigarette. "You gonna go ahead and mark her? Enough with this collar bullshit?"

  "When she's ready." Which wasn't the same thing as willing. Sometimes he thought he might be able to talk her into wearing ink now, but one thing held him back.

  Do you trust me?

  As much as I trust anyone.

  He'd get a yes out of her. And then he'd claim her.

  "She'll get there." Jasper offered the lit cigarette to Dallas and pulled another from the case. "Even when she's not with you, she's thinking about you."

  Words to make any man smug. "She damn well better be."

  Jas blew out a sharp breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "Asshole."

  Grinning, Dallas slapped his second on the shoulder. "Whatever. Tell me you wouldn't say
the same thing."

  "I'd only say that about a chick if I couldn't get her the hell out of my head, either."

  Lex had been carving out a permanent place in his subconscious since the day he'd caught her trying to steal from him. So fucking young, so unrepentantly brazen. He'd told her she'd be the death of him, and she'd blithely agreed.

  They'd both meant it. He hadn't changed his mind.

  And he still wanted to be back in that bathtub with her, danger be damned. "She's not just in my head. She's in my blood."

  Both of Jasper's eyebrows shot up at that. "Christ, you're serious, aren't you?"

  Ignoring the wide-eyed incredulity, Dallas took a long drag from his cigarette and blew smoke up toward the night sky. "I was talking marks. Damn right I'm serious. You of all people should know."

  "Guess I never thought I'd see it." Jasper rubbed his chest through his shirt, right over the spot where Noelle's name had been inked into his skin. "You've collared other women, but you never really wanted to, did you?"

  "Sure I did. I wanted sex, and I needed it to be simple." Not quite a lie. Once Lex had pushed him to start accepting women into the gang, he'd had to draw a line to keep applicants off his dick. Nothing killed his hard-on faster than a woman counting the ceiling tiles--or mentally counting the money she hoped to get.

  "Simple," Jasper echoed in agreement. "Yeah, that's the last damn word I'd use to describe Lex."

  "Guess I got tired of it." He snuffed out the cigarette on the wall and turned to face Jasper. "Gonna have to learn to be flexible again."

  "Uh-huh. Your woman doesn't play by anyone else's rules."

  She'd play by his, if he was smart enough to keep the game too addictive to quit. And she'd given him a good idea of where to start. "Speaking of playing, I think she misses you and Noelle. Next time we have a night off, we should fix that."

  He shrugged. "I'm down for it. Don't think I need to check with Noelle."

  "What if it wasn't just the four of us?"

  Jasper choked on a lungful of smoke. "You mean, like a party?"

  "A little more exclusive than that," Dallas grumbled. Sharing Lex with Noelle was tolerable, and Jas was damn near an extension of her. As for the rest... Well, at least Lex's fantasy included a jealous rampage. That was pretty much a guarantee. "Lex wants something. I wanna give it to her. That's all there is to it."

  He nodded slowly. "I'm down," he said again. "Just let us know where and when."

  "Soon." The sooner the better. He'd tested plenty of Lex's boundaries, shoving her to the edge of her comfort zone and coaxing her beyond. Time to find out if he could do the same.

  A trio of shadows parted from the darkness below, and Dallas put thoughts of Lex and pleasure aside as they approached the building. "At least they're punctual. Now we just have to worry about whether or not they're here to kill us."

  "I won't be impressed unless they try."

  Grinning, Dallas turned to the propped-open door that led into the abandoned building. They'd already cleared out a room and righted a beat-up old conference table and a few rickety chairs. He'd meet them here, in their territory, and feel out their motivations. If he was lucky, he'd find that same mixture that made Jasper so valuable--greed tempered by sense and a healthy dose of self-preservation.

  If he wasn't, he'd stare across that table and see his own suicidal ambition reflected back at him. And he'd grant their death wish.

  There was only room for one crazy bastard in his territory.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Someone was at her door.

  Lex heard the latch and saw the door swing open, reflected in the large mirror backing her vanity. It had to be Dallas, a fleeting thought confirmed when he stepped across the threshold, dressed in jeans and a simple dark T-shirt.

  Just as presumptuous as before, and she made him wait until she finished sweeping blush across her cheeks before speaking ruefully. "Come on in, O'Kane."

  He leaned against the wall behind her and met her eyes in the mirror. "Not gonna throw something at my head and tell me to knock?"

  "Have I ever?" She spun around on her stool. "Wait--don't answer that."

  "Mmm, best not to." He studied her face for a silent moment as his smile settled into a more serious expression. "I need you to pull off one of your miracles this weekend."

  That sounded ominous as hell. "It doesn't involve a trip to another sector, does it?"

  "No. But it involves bringing people from another sector here."

  It could only be one thing. "A party for the prospects from Three?"

  "Yep." Dallas pushed away from the wall and strolled toward her with all the lazy arrogance of a man secure in his welcome. "We'll invite others. Allies and friends of the gang, a few fighters from all over. But they already know what we're about. The guys from Three are the ones who need the right first impression."

  The ones who could round out Dallas's power base in their home sector. He could take over in Three and lead with fear alone, but if they could be trusted and useful, bringing some of Trent's former men into the fold would be smarter. "No problem," Lex agreed.

  He traced one fingertip along her jaw before sinking his hand into her hair. "I want to close down the club for the night and hold it in the Broken Circle. Dancers, but not any of our girls. Everyone needs to be shined up pretty, but I want you to double-check the lieutenants and their women. And no sweet white lace for Noelle. The two of you will be front and center, and I want you both as fierce as you get."

  "Dallas," she chided softly. "I know how recruitment works."

  "I know. But this is a whole new playing field." His fingers curled around the back of her neck, commanding and possessive. "For all of us."

  Lex shivered. "I'll get it done."

  "Tomorrow." A word that allowed no argument, and he didn't give her a chance to make one. "You got plans tonight?"

  "Asks the man who just barged into my bedroom," she whispered. "Would it matter if I did?"

  "Maybe." His grin returned, edged in wicked promise this time. "But mine are better."

  "Yeah? Why don't you tell me about them?"

  He reached into his pocket and dragged out a two-foot length of black silk. "Were you telling the truth about your fantasy?"

  Her mouth went dry as the implications of the silk hit her. "I wouldn't make something like that up."

  "The blindfold is for me," he admitted, watching her with dangerous intent. "But the hands and the mouths and all that comes after... That'll be for you, if you trust me and take it."

  If you trust me. There was no going back. If she denied him now, they'd lose the careful, fragile balance they'd fought so hard to find. And if she said yes...

  Could she say yes?

  Lex swallowed hard, held his gaze in the mirror, and nodded. "You won't let anything happen that I don't want."

  He smiled and settled the silk over her eyes, dropping her world into darkness. His breath danced over her ear as he tied it, and his words...

  Wicked words. Evil words. "Jasper and Noelle know all about what you want. They're waiting for you already, and you're right. She's so hungry to touch you. So are Ace and Mad. But they still know you're mine."

  "Six of us?" she asked, her voice hitching over the question.

  "Two of us." The knot pulled tight, and he dragged her head back. "Don't ever forget it, Lex. I don't care how many people are piled on a bed, in the end it's still about me giving you what you want and getting off on getting you off."

  No, it would always come down to just them. Everyone else, no matter how cherished a companion, was secondary. No one else could compete because no one else was Dallas.

  No one else was her.

  Lex relaxed against him. "They can touch me," she murmured, "but they can't have me. Only you."

  "Damn straight," he said, then hauled her out of her chair and into the air.

  The world spun around her, all the more dizzying from behind the blindfold. She landed across his shoulder
a heartbeat later, pinned by a strong, unforgiving hand dead center on her ass.

  Lex dug her nails into the small of his back through his shirt. She could only track their progress through the disorienting dip of his steps and the sway of his turns. It seemed to take an eternity, but finally he paused, and she heard his boot thump against a door.

  The next thing she heard was Noelle's familiar laughter, low and sultry. Dallas strode forward, and footsteps whispered past her to the right before the door clicked shut.

  Were they all there already, watching? Waiting? Lex tried to slow her breathing, but the anticipation that prickled along her skin had kicked everything else into high gear, too.

  He stopped after half a dozen paces--too few to be near his bed--and let her body slide along his as he lowered her to the floor. "Kitten, I know how you love to undress Lex. How about you crawl on over here and get started?"

  Hands. A touch she would have recognized, even without Dallas's pet name, tugging at the belt on her robe. The satin slithered to the floor, and Noelle traced her fingers up Lex's sides. "You're so beautiful."

  Lex opened her mouth, but the hot sensation of lips grazing her hipbone turned her words to a gasp. Not Noelle, not with the rough rasp of beard that chafed as the mouth moved, opened, followed by the wet heat of a tongue soothing her skin.

  "Jasper thinks so, too." Noelle's fingertip brushed the edge of Lex's bra and followed the line of lace until she reached the bow nestled between her breasts. "I'm mad at him now. I wanted to taste you first."

  If Dallas's goal was to fulfill her fantasy, they'd all get their chance. "Plenty of other things you could do," Lex said, catching Noelle's hand. "But you'd better hurry before the others beat you to it. There are others, right?"

  "There's--"

  A strong hand curled around the back of her neck, its touch so possessive and sure it had to be Dallas. "Don't answer that," he drawled, pressing his thumb over her pulse for a moment before sliding it under her chin to force her head back. "Are you doubting my word, Lexie?"

  "Yes." The word escaped her before she could think to lie.