Hot as Heller [The McAlisters of McKenna Downs 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  “Fuck that,” Little Timmy spat. “I’m not quitting.”

  “Your funeral.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Cool off, brat,” Bear said to Timmy.

  “Oh yeah? I’m not your bitch.”

  “You’re acting like one,” Bear retorted.

  Little Timmy piped down when one of the senior members gave him a look.

  “What the fuck did you fold for?” Shifty asked. “You said he was bluffing.”

  “I thought he was,” Bear said. “Now I’m not so sure. Better safe than sorry.”

  Shifty tapped his finger on the table, throwing a testing look at Heller.

  Danielle’s breathing picked up, but she managed to stifle her sounds of bliss. God, what if she came right here in front of everyone?

  She heard a pleasing Irish brogue and saw Aiden Friel standing there.

  “You seen Taurus?” he asked.

  “Over here!” Taurus came over from one of the pool tables where he’d been playing with a few of the men. “What’s up?”

  “The food and games have been lovely, but are we gonna talk business?” Aiden asked.

  “Later, after the orgy,” Taurus said.

  “Hell yeah!” Little Timmy cheered. “I call dibs on Tina.”

  The older one frowned. She thought his name was Old Silver or something along those lines. “You’re too young for that shit and she’s too old for you.”

  “I am not and she is not.” Little Timmy cringed, chucking a threatening look at Bear when the biker touched his arm. “Hey, what’s the big idea?”

  “You’re being too fucking loud,” Bear said.

  “So?”

  Aiden heaved a sigh. “I told you before I’m not an orgy sort of man. How thick is that feckin’ skull of yours?”

  “So don’t join in.” Taurus shrugged. “Just stay and watch. Hell, we can talk business while we watch.”

  “Seriously? You’re gonna stand there and restrain y’rself from all those women?” Aiden asked with doubt in his voice.

  Taurus snickered. “I had you there for a minute, didn’t I?”

  Aiden rolled his eyes, but a half smile slipped through.

  Little Timmy rearranged the cards in his hands. “How come you never join in, Aiden?”

  “I’m Catholic,” Aiden said.

  “So?”

  “So you say,” Taurus mused. “If you’re Catholic, then I’m a lobster.”

  “Well, you look like one,” Aiden told him.

  Taurus snorted beer up his nose when he started to laugh.

  “Quit harassing him,” Bear told Little Timmy.

  “Quit touching me,” Timmy shot back. “Makes me think you like me.”

  “Trust me, kid, I don’t.”

  “There’s no hurry, Shifty,” Heller said. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”

  But she didn’t. Her pussy was fluttering with pre-orgasmic pulses, clit bulging with hot blood and tingling with primitive urges.

  “Heller,” she whispered.

  “Don’t talk,” Heller murmured.

  His command dragged a whimper from her that she did her best to smother. She loved when he went all alpha male on her.

  “What’s going on over there?” Little Timmy teased. “I’m no cocksucker.”

  Everyone shut up and looked at him.

  “What? I’m not.”

  One of the old, friendly men sniggered. “Nobody said you were, Timmy.”

  “Well, Bear keeps looking at me like he wants to make me his twink.”

  Bear reached for his highball glass that had a sprig of mint hanging over the side. “I so don’t.”

  “No. You like that makeup-wearing dude, Percy, or whatever the fuck his name is,” Little Timmy said with a wry smirk.

  Bear loured at him. “You shut up about him. He seems like a nice kid.”

  “Nicer than you deserve,” Timmy muttered.

  “Did you know Caesar was killed by those closest to him?” Aiden asked with a gleam of humor in his eyes.

  “So what’s your point? Nobody’s gonna do a damned thing to me. I’m the fucking president’s son. I fuck some of their daughters and nobody can stop me,” Little Timmy taunted.

  “Well, let’s just hope you don’t have an accident,” Aiden spoke into his glass before taking a drink.

  “I heard that.”

  “Timmy, shut up,” Shifty ordered. “You’re making it fucking hard to think.”

  Oh God, I’m going to come! Here? Now?

  “Heller,” she breathed shakily.

  “I want you to,” Heller said softly.

  Dear Lord, that was hot. The rubbing became more insistent, the sensations gathering, strengthening.

  She needed a distraction, anything to keep her from coming.

  Cards. Chips. Not working!

  She noticed that the silver chain around Aiden’s neck had some kind of Celtic charm on the end. It looked like an ankh.

  The Egyptian symbol of eternal death. Wait. Eternal death? That makes a lot of sense. Eternal life, that’s what it was. How nice. I wonder if the necklace has some kind of personal significance to him, or if it’s just some random charm...oh God!

  Heller rubbed her faster, keeping her still when she tried to take her clit out of action.

  Like when Heller wears that big gold chain with the Celtic cross. Oh God! It’s just decoration to him. Not like when he wears the club necklace with the bison. I’m going to come!

  “Jesus Christ.” Taurus looked away before looking back at them, at Shifty mainly. “I can see pool was the right choice tonight.”

  “Then get your ass over here and play, fool!” someone called for him.

  Taurus grinned. “I’m coming.”

  “Are we gonna talk business or what?” Aiden asked, inflection rising with frustration.

  “Later,” Taurus said. “Pool and orgy first, then business. I’m being rude. We’ll talk while I’m having a good time. You can watch if you like.”

  “That’s very sweet of you. Best mates forever.” Aiden raised his brows and rolled his eyes.

  Shifty threw his cards down, exhaling loudly. “I’m out.”

  “Me, too, damn it.” Little Timmy hurled his cards at the table, sending them flying.

  A few men snickered.

  “Well, Shifty, if that’s the way you feel.” Heller tossed the chip aside and then showed his cards. “Does that look like a royal flush to you?”

  “You bluffing son of a bitch!” Shifty stood suddenly.

  “Please!” Danielle gasped in shock when her orgasm hit. She’d intended for the “please” to calm Shifty down, but it came out pleading and breathless, like her climax was the reason. It very well might have been.

  Her hand slammed down on the table far too dramatically to hide the fact that she was coming. Her cunt shuddered and spasmed, leaking hot juices into her panties. She bit back enraptured sounds, eyes closed. Once it passed she jolted against Heller and choked on her own breath.

  When she found the courage to open her eyes she saw everyone watching her in silence. Somebody clapped and then they all were clapping, except for Shifty, who stood there with a crooked smile. He nodded, apparently deciding that her raunchy little show was payment enough to keep from brawling with Heller.

  Aiden wasn’t clapping either, but he didn’t smile or appear aroused in any way. He looked on with indifference or possible annoyance before walking toward one of the pool tables. Maybe voyeurism wasn’t his thing.

  “Well, that’s enough of this shit,” Shifty announced. “Let’s see how else we can amuse ourselves.”

  Everybody got up, but Danielle didn’t until she had her pants back on and the fly closed.

  “Poor Bear’s gonna be bored as hell,” Little Timmy taunted. “All those tits you don’t know how to appreciate.”

  Somebody walked in just then. “Hello, Daddy!”

  It wasn’t anybody she knew, but for a split second there his dark brown
hair with the bleached spikes on top had made her think it was Justin Huntington, the bartender at Leather & Lace. Upon closer inspection she discovered that this guy’s brown hair was dyed, judging by his blond eyebrows. He was probably a natural blond, whereas Justin’s natural hair color was dark brown.

  “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Bear extended his hand, pulling him closer when the guy was near. “Guys, this is Shelby.”

  Somebody almost choked on their drink in the background. Danielle peeked over and saw that it was Aiden.

  The members greeted Shelby.

  “Let me take a look at your fucking face.” Little Timmy pushed through the group. “Hey, you’re not that Percy makeup lover.”

  Bear eyed the brat coolly.

  “What?” Shelby gave Bear a mischievous look. “Who is that?”

  “Nobody,” Bear said brusquely.

  “It’s this fucking blue-haired twink he secretly likes but won’t talk to,” Little Timmy said smugly.

  “Turquoise,” Bear growled.

  Shelby laughed and rubbed Bear’s belly. “A man after my own heart.”

  His head jerked when he saw someone walking out of the room in kind of a hurry.

  “Hey, isn’t that…?”

  “What?” Bear asked.

  “Nothing,” Shelby crooned with a slow shake of his head and a tiny smile.

  “So how did you two meet?” Heath asked.

  It surprised her that the question came from him. She stuck her hand in his jeans pocket and he smiled down at her before giving Bear and Shelby his attention again.

  Shelby grinned. “It’s a deep, romantic story.”

  “We met last week at a bar in Sioux Falls,” Bear said, putting an arm around him.

  “I totally lied about the deep part.” Shelby snuggled into him. “And the romantic part. We met in a hot way.”

  “I see he keeps you around for your mind,” Little Timmy muttered.

  Someone slapped him upside the head.

  “Ow! What?”

  Shelby snickered, not seeming offended in the slightest. His personality reminded her of Percy Gibbons, the one Bear was really interested in, but his build and hair somewhat resembled Justin Huntington.

  “What are you drinking?” Bear asked him.

  “Oo, cosmopolitan, please,” Shelby said as Bear walked him closer to the bar.

  “We’re all very happy for Bear,” Shifty said with heavy sarcasm in his tone, “but there’s another room I need to be in right now.”

  A bunch of men followed him and she heard women’s voices from down the hall.

  Lovely.

  “Yeah!” Little Timmy gave the collar of his T-shirt a quick jerk as if readying himself. “Show time.”

  He wandered down the hall after most of the others.

  Danielle scratched her neck, desperate for distracting conversation when she heard howling and screaming from down the hall. “I like your hair, Shelby. My fiancé, Brighton, used to wear his hair like that back in high school.”

  “Thanks.” Shelby sat on a barstool, sipping his cosmo. “I’m actually a blond naturally, but I dyed it for somebody.”

  “You got a boyfriend?” Bear asked.

  “Mmm, no, you’re good.” Shelby gave a flippant wave of his hand. “It was just a one-night stand a couple of months ago. The man wanted me to role play some guy he was into, but he dyed my hair before he would even fuck me. This stuff on top is my natural color. He was pretty particular about how he wanted my hair. Yeah, it was weird, but then things got really hot afterward.”

  Bear didn’t seem bothered by the discussion of Shelby’s sexual adventures.

  “I’m not against having turquoise hair either.” Shelby blew him a kiss.

  Bear’s expression cooled. “You’re not him. Don’t dye your hair.”

  He pulled Shelby off the stool, walking him across the room.

  “Oo, is it love?” Shelby chanted.

  “I meant just be yourself.”

  “I don’t think you did. I think you love Percy.” He giggled when Bear gave him a noogie on their way into another room.

  Taurus came in from down another hall. “Where the hell is Aiden?”

  “I think he might have left,” Heller said.

  “What?” Taurus scowled. “The bastard harasses me about talking business and then just leaves? What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

  A woman let out a pleasured scream from another room.

  Taurus got a lusty grin and waggled his eyebrows. “Well, there is always that.”

  “No!” Little Timmy shrieked from down the hall. “You guys weren’t supposed to notice me! The women don’t mind! I don’t mind! Unhand me! I’m a man, legal, ready! Let me go, assholes!”

  “Your old man may be out of town, but that doesn’t mean you can break his rules,” a man told him.

  “Fuck the rules! Little Timmy’s angry! Do you want to see him fucking angry?”

  “Out you go.”

  A door slammed shut.

  “Just you wait! When I’m president you’re all gonna pay! Everybody who pisses me off is gonna pay! You hear? Now you’ve gone and pissed Little Timmy off!”

  Taurus wore a stoic smile. “Excuse me.”

  He disappeared down the hall.

  “I’m gonna fucking join the Blood Demons MC if you don’t open the goddamned door!” Little Timmy threatened.

  A resounding slash of metal scraping swiftly across metal followed the threat—a door being unlocked was her guess.

  Little Timmy changed his tune. “Hey, Shifty, don’t look so pissed. That was a fucking joke. We’re okay, right? Yeah, we’re okay. Taurus, why is he looking at me like that?”

  “‘Cause you’re a fucking idiot,” Taurus spat. “It’s all right, Shifty. I’ll take care of him.”

  “Hey now, what do you mean by that?” Little Timmy asked nervously. “I’m the president’s son, damn it!”

  “He’s got another son, you know that?” Taurus reminded him after the door shut and she presumed Shifty had gone back to his tryst.

  Little Timmy sounded aggravated. “He’s adopted.”

  “Your father could still pick him to take over after him,” Taurus said. “Who knows? You and your fake brother could have a nice healthy Loki-and-Thor relationship.”

  “You wanna fight?”

  A door closed and she didn’t hear their voices anymore.

  Heath shook his head. “I bet it’s quiet when that little putz isn’t here.”

  “Definitely,” Heller replied absently.

  He wasn’t focusing on the hall where Little Timmy rained down hell on everyone. Heller kept looking at the hall that Bear and Shelby had wandered down. She didn’t understand why until Heller looked down at Heath standing next to him, enjoying his drink. The look on Heller’s face was a heartrending blend of love and sadness. She knew what he was thinking.

  She decided to help him and seduce Heath out of his shell. Sticking her hand back in his pocket, she gave him a flirtatious smile.

  Heath smiled down at her, brown eyes heating when she grazed his cock with her finger through the fabric. “Whatcha doing there, sugar?”

  “Nothing.” She parroted Shelby’s feigned innocence with Bear earlier.

  Heller’s irises darkened when he saw the way her hand moved in Heath’s pocket and that their cowboy responded. She could already feel Heller’s long, thick erection blazing hot and thrusting between their bellies while Heath held her close, skin on skin. She couldn’t wait and really hoped Heath didn’t try to weasel his way out of this borderline exhibitionism that she was starting to crave.

  * * * *

  “Take your shirts off and lie down on the couch,” Heller instructed.

  They followed him over to one of the sofas and then obeyed his command. He salivated as he watched their enticing upper bodies come out of hiding.

  “Bra off, Danielle.”

  She blushed and timidly removed her bra, giving her ti
ts a nice soothing rub in their newfound freedom. He had no experience wearing bras, but he imagined letting one’s breasts free after extended wear was probably a pretty freeing feeling.

  Heller went into the kitchen and got some coconut oil. It was the healthy, unrefined kind. Sometimes he cooked with this stuff, but it was getting some obscene usage tonight.

  When he went back into the den area, Heath was reclining on his back on one of the couches with Danielle seated on the edge next to him while he toyed with her left tit. Who could blame him? They were right there hanging out in the open just asking for a neighborly groping.

  “Give me your hand,” Heller told her.

  She held it out and he wiped some of the oil on her open palm and fingers.

  “Rub that on his belly. I’ll oil you up.”

  Both Heath and Danielle seemed to enjoy being rubbed down with the clear liquid.

  After their bellies were greased with the fragrant coconut oil, Heller wiped his hands off with some paper towels and then flicked open the button on his pants. He slid down the zipper before reaching into his boxers.

  “Lie down on him.”

  She crawled up Heath’s body and snuggled close to him. He put his arms around her, nuzzling her.

  Heller whipped his favorite body part out and stepped closer. He bent slightly and leaned forward while she lifted up a little, just enough for him to slide his erection between them. She eased back down and he heard both his partners moan at the feel of his thick, pulsating flesh nestled in between their bellies.

  Heath’s abs felt nice and firm, but his skin was smooth in the middle, save for the sexy trail of hair under his navel. It made a soft nest for his cock whenever he rubbed against it.

  Danielle’s midsection was hairless, softer. They both felt so good.

  The coconut oil gave off a nice aroma as it heated with the friction of his thrusts.

  Heller gyrated his hips, hands bracing himself against the couch while he tummy-fucked them. Heath and Danielle cuddled with each other and made gratified sounds at the illicit feel of his thrusting penis against their skin.

  He was proud of her for letting down her hair with him earlier at the poker table. Just thinking about her sitting on his lap with her pants down and coming in her panties for him was a massive turn-on.

  He knew she secretly craved exhibition with him. Well, that was fine as fuck because he was all about getting it on with his woman in public.