by Vanessa Vale
Apparently, Sam saw them, too. The soft sound of his chuckle of amusement made my heart race. “Looks like I have been given permission to buy you a drink, Katie. What do you say?”
“My glass is full.” Oh, yeah. Great answer. Idiot. I felt my cheeks heat, but couldn’t think past the facts of the moment. Airplane Jack, with his blatant masculinity, playboy smile and rock hard body had pushed me so far off kilter that I had no chance of resisting Sam.
I took a deep breath, let it out. I could do this. I can talk to a hot guy without being a complete idiot. I had a law degree. If I could defend a case before the most ruthless of judges, I could talk to a hot guy in a bar. And it wasn't just any guy, but Sam Kane.
Maybe it was because of Airplane Jack that I decided to let go with Sam. I'd blown it with him—epically—and God would not put this hottie in my path to fuck up twice. In the same dang day.
God, he was dressed in a navy suit and tie. His cream-colored dress shirt and crisply ironed dress pants said this man was like me, a tough professional, a driven individual who paid attention to the details. Add his movie star good looks and the fact that he was acting interested, and it was safe to say he was scrambling my brain. I’d never been any good at off-the-cuff flirting even when my brain was actually working.
“A suit and tie. I thought I was the only one overdressed,” I commented. I wore a skirt with four inch heels to a bar. In Montana.
He grinned then. With those straight white teeth and the little turn up at the corner of his mouth, yeah, my panties just got soaked.
My cell phone chose that moment to buzz in my purse. Resigned to the inevitable, I reached in my bag, pulled it out. I slid my thumbs over the screen, once, twice. I read the email. The effects of the liquor were gone and my brain turned back on, set to hyper mode.
“Excuse me,” I said to Sam, but had my eyes on the cell and the two paragraphs about work that couldn't be ignored. I shouldn't have come to the bar, taken time off. God, why wasn't there internet at Charlie's house? I wouldn't have missed this. Shit, if I could just get this one thing resolved…
Sam’s large hand wrapped around my wrist.
“Let it go,” he murmured in my ear.
I shook my head, focused on the status of my case, the brief that needed to be filed, the injunction. “I can’t. It's an important email and I just need to—”
“Work. Yeah, I know. I'm a lawyer, too. Remember? Trust me, it can wait.”
My back stiffened as I looked up at him. His dark gaze was focused squarely on me. No phone in his hand, no eyes on a damn palm-sized screen. He wasn't focused on work. He was focused on me.
“It can't wait. Do you have any idea what's going on in my little world while I sit here with you?” I lifted the phone and shook my head.
“Yeah, I have an idea. Your work is always at DEFCON 2, which means you're mobilizing the troops in your mind for some all out war with the other party. I can practically see the smoke coming out of your ears you're thinking so hard.”
Yeah, that about summed it up.
“How many drinks have you had?”
I frowned. “Two.”
He looked me over. “And you're still wound up tight. You need to chill the fuck out.”
Now I was pissed and I stood. Just because I lived with a metric shit ton of stress didn't mean my work wasn't important to me. Cara and those men might vouch for Sam, but he was a jerk. “And if I were a man, I'd be considered career driven, not wound up. Look, Sam, I don't need you to tell me about my job. About what to do.”
He grinned again. Cocky bastard.
“Yeah, I think you do. And I wasn't being sexist with my comment. Women have more balls than most men, and you do the same job in hot-as-fuck heels.” He glanced down my legs to the ruthless heels I usually wore. “I was the big city lawyer once, too and I'd been wound up so tight I was going to have a heart attack before I turned thirty.” He studied me with that intense dark gaze again. “I think you need someone to help you shut it all down.”
“But—”
Sam grabbed my cell from my hand, held it up in the air so the only way I could reach it was to climb up on the stool. I wanted the phone back bad enough, but I refused to be baited.
“We can debate all night. Hell, it would be fun and a serious turn-on, trust me. But it's nine at night. Even later in New York. Work can wait.”
Reaching behind him, he slipped my cell in his back pocket. I eyed his ass.
“Try for it. Trust me, I'll like it.”
Another fucking grin. Cocky bastard.
I narrowed my eyes.
He circled his finger at me. “This prickly lawyer routine probably scares people away. I find it fucking hot. That outfit is your armor, right? Let's dance.”
He didn't give me a chance to argue further, only tugged me onto the small dance floor and put his hands at the small of my back. We were close. Real close. I could smell him, not clingy cologne, but soap that smelled like the outdoors and pure unadulterated male.
A swat to my ass had me startling.
“Chill. The. Fuck. Out.”
I narrowed my eyes, ready to strike him dead with a zinging one liner.
“That look is only going to get you kissed. Dance.”
I took a deep breath, let it out. I had Sam Kane's hands on me, his thumbs stroking over the top swell of my butt. Speaking of my butt, it was warm where he'd spanked me.
“I've killed people with my stiletto before,” I warned him, beginning to move.
“No doubt you have a whole string of dead bodies in your wake.” He shifted his hips, slid his leg between mine, making my trim skirt ride up my thighs. I was practically riding his thigh, which was not bad at all.
“The thing is, doll, that's another turn on.”
I laughed then, trying to cover up my growing desire. Who knew arguing was hot as hell? And that swat, it made my ass tingle and my pussy wet. My libido was singing, no, screaming at me to press my body chest to chest and thigh to thigh. I wanted his hands to move a little lower, to settle on my ass. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and breathe his subtle scent into my lungs. If I were being totally honest, I wanted his cock pounding me into oblivion so I didn’t have to think about all the bullshit I was dealing with in New York. I wanted to forget about work, and life, and the asshole back at the office who was, most likely, stealing clients from me at this very moment.
“Stop thinking, doll, or I'm going to have to spank you again.”
***
SAM
“You are a misogynistic asshole,” she muttered.
My hands pressed her into me more firmly. She couldn't miss the feel of my cock, rock hard, against her belly. Even with her killer heels, she was tiny. Well, she wasn't tiny, she had lush curves that felt incredible against my palms. Her breasts were mashed into my chest and I swear I could feel her nipples harden.
I didn't know why her attitude got me hard, but it did. She wasn't mild. She sure as hell wasn't meek. From the emails we'd shared about her uncle's will, her work schedule was insane. It had taken her a month just to rearrange her appointments and get work on board for this trip. Her throttle was wide open and she refused to slam on the brakes. That made me want to be the one to slow her down.
“Let's go, doll.”
I tugged her off the dance floor, pulling her with me across the bar and down the hallway by the restrooms, then around a corner to a small area by the emergency exit. The lights here were dim, the music quieter. While someone might come upon us, no one would think to go past the bathrooms unless there was a fire.
I pressed her up against the wall, my hands at her hips holding her in place. Even with the dim green glow of the exit sign, I could see her eyes widen.
“Asshole, definitely. Misogynistic?” I shook my head, looked at her parted lips. “I love women. Even ones who are pricklier than a cactus. But like I said, you need to chill the fuck out and I'm the one who's going to make you do it.”
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��Oh really? And how is that? Gift certificate for a massage? Free yoga class? Yeah, I've tried it all.”
I slowly shook my head. “Yoga? Hell, no. Although I bet you look damn hot in those tight little pants. You need to come a few times. That should loosen you up.”
“And you're the man to do it?”
“Absolutely. Right here in this hallway.”
She thought I was all talk. Hell, no. She needed to come on my face. That would take the edge off. She looked around, but we were definitely alone. “Here? No way. I don't do stuff like that.”
“That is fucking obvious.”
“You might know what you're doing in a courtroom, but this?” She waved her hand between the two of us, although I didn't give her much room to do so. “You might need to pull out a text book or something. It isn't working.”
Not working? I bet her panties were soaked. I was going to find out, because while she might like to be in charge, it wasn't going to happen.
“I warned you, doll. Don't push my buttons because I'm going to push yours.” I slipped one hand down between her legs and I could feel the heat of her through her skirt and panties. Yeah, her panties were soaked. “I'm going to push this button… right here.”
I tapped at her hard little clit and she gasped.
“I hate you,” she said, her voice breathy.
“Is that so? Your pussy seems to like me just fine.”
She rocked her hips into my palm and begged. “Please.”
“That's my girl,” I murmured, leaning into the task before me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Now
CATHERINE
“Oh my God.” As the orgasm wore off and reality returned, I hastily pushed down at my skirt as Sam rose to his feet. Using the back of his hand, he wiped his mouth, which was, oh, wet from my arousal. He'd made me come with just his tongue, well, and his cousin's attentive kisses, the rough brush of Jack's whiskers, his dirty, filthy words he whispered in my ear. My pussy still quivered with little aftershocks of pleasure.
Standing—no, looming—before me were two gorgeous men who, together, gave me the best orgasm of my life. Oh. My. God.
They were both grinning, of course. Assholes.
It was completely unlike me to allow a guy to drag me to a back corner of a bar and then go down on me. Yeah, that had never happened before. I'd never even fantasized about it before. I would now, for the rest of my life. I didn't even like Sam, but he was so fucking hot and he somehow made me crazy. Crazy in lust.
“I liked swallowing the sounds of your pleasure, sweetheart,” Jack said, voice cocky.
I felt my cheeks heat and it wasn't from coming all over Sam's face. I couldn't meet his gaze. I knew he was staring at me. I felt it.
When he'd come upon us, he hadn't been upset catching me in such a compromising situation. No, he hadn't even been upset with his cousin. He'd been eager to join in. Join in! With his relaxed stance, one shoulder against the wall, I had no idea how long he'd been watching Sam lick me, how long he'd seen me tugging and pulling on Sam's hair to get him to move right where I wanted him. I'd been too far gone to care that he'd come over and joined in. And when he'd kissed me, oh shit. I'd never come like that before.
Sam elbowed him as he ran his tongue over his lower lip. “I did all the work.”
“Yeah, and you got to taste her pussy,” Jack grumbled.
Sam grinned. “Damn straight.”
“You're cousins?” They looked nothing alike. Sure, they were both big, but that was where the comparison ended. Jack was fair while Sam was dark. Jack seemed lighthearted and Sam was the serious one. The rancher and the lawyer.
“You got it. Our fathers are brothers,” Sam said. He lifted his chin toward me. “And you're Airplane Girl. Jack told me all about you. Except that Airplane Girl is really Katie Andrews.”
“Katie Andrews who used to come from New York to visit… ah, it all makes sense now,” Jack replied, running his fingers over his jaw. I could hear the rasp of his whiskers even over the muted bar music. “I wanted to find you and introduce you to Sam, Catherine, but we're all well acquainted now.”
My hands came up and covered my eyes. “I… I can't believe I just did that.”
Sam took a step closer, dropped his voice to a dark whisper. “What? Come all over my face?”
That broke me out of my embarrassment. I pulled my hands away and narrowed my gaze. “God, you are so crude. I need to get back to Cara,” I whispered.
“Cara Smythe?” Jack asked. “Yeah, she and her men left.”
“What?” My eyes widened. “They… they left?”
Jack brushed my hair back from my face. “They must have thought you were in good hands.”
“Yeah, mine,” Sam said, stroking the backs of his fingers down my arm. I swatted it away.
“You just started a little early,” Jack added. Why did they have to stand so close? “See, sweetheart, I've been looking all over town for you.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked. He'd been looking for me?
Sam stepped back and Jack moved in close, pressing against me. I felt every hard inch of him, just as I had Sam when he first tugged me into the dead-end of the hallway. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “Yeah. If you want monkey sex, I'm the one for the job.”
“Monkey—” I gasped, then pushed my finger against his chest, remembering what Elaine had written in her messages from the plane. “You read my instant message on my laptop!”
“Sweetheart, your friend wants you to get laid. To fuck a Montana cowboy. I'm the man for the job.”
Sam cleared his throat. “We're the men for the job.”
My mouth fell open, turned my head so I could stare at both of them. Both stunning examples of mankind. “You think I should just hop into bed… with both of you? I've never… I mean it's—”
Jack looked left, then right. “We're in the back hallway at a bar and you just had Sam eat your pussy. Good thing I was here to kiss away all those sounds you make because the entire bar would have known what you were up to otherwise. Besides, you seemed to be just fine with me joining the party.”
I pursed my lips and gave him a glare I hoped would make him retreat.
“Whoa, now that's a look.” Jack stepped back enough so I could take a deep breath.
Sam laughed. “Yeah, making her come was supposed to wind her down a little. Didn't seem to work. That death look, doll, doesn't work on him either. We know what you want. More orgasms. Hell, you need them. Let us give them to you.”
“You know nothing about me,” I countered.
“I know you taste like sugar and that you come like a dream.” Sam lifted his right hand to his mouth, licked one finger, then another. “You're nice and sweet on my fingers.”
My mouth fell open and I almost came right then. He did not just do that.
“Sweetness, I want you to ride me like you did on the plane,” Jack said. “But in my bed and naked.”
“Stop calling me that.” I wasn't sure who I was mad at, them or me. It wasn't their fault I'd lost my head and did that with them. I was mad at myself for giving in to Sam's charms more than anything instead of stabbing him with my four inch heel. Sure, he was hot. Sure, he knew exactly what to do with that tongue of his. That didn't mean I'd just give in, did it?
I stormed past them, down the hall and back into the main bar area, cut right on by and didn't look at anyone—definitely afraid that they'd know what I'd been up to—and out into the parking lot. The sun was just setting over the mountains and the air was softer. Cooler. It felt good on my heated skin.
“You're afraid,” Jack called from behind me and I startled.
I shook my head and stared at the glorious sunset. All I could think about—ridiculous really—was why it wasn't dark at nine o'clock at night and not the fact that I'd just got it on with two men in the back of a bar. My mind was screaming “run, run” but my pussy was saying “more, more.”
“I should have known you'd follo
w me,” I said with a sigh.
“You think we'd let you walk to your car by yourself? I'm not sure what men are like in the big city, but here, a man takes care of his woman.”
I spun on my high heels. “I can take care of myself.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I dared them to disagree.
Sam walked slowly toward me. “I don't doubt that for a minute. But why would you want to?”
Jack moved to stand next to Sam. Some customers came out of the bar and walked to their car and I stayed quiet until their car doors closed.
“Because my vibrator doesn't prattle on like the two of you do.”
Sam chuckled, took in my defiant stance. “God, I love a ball buster.”
My cell rang and Sam pulled it from his pocket, looked at the screen.
I stepped forward and tried to get it from him. Yes, the asshole tossed it to his cousin.
I felt panicked at the sight of my phone, hearing it ring and not being able to answer it. “I need to get that.”
Jack shook his head. “No, you don't.”
“It might be Cara.”
“It's not a Montana area code so whoever it is can wait.”
“But it might be work.”
“And it's nine, two hours later back east. They can fucking wait.” Jack slipped it in his shirt pocket.
My mouth fell open staring as my phone disappeared.
“You know what she's doing?” he asked his cousin.
“Yup.” Jack crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking me.
“What?” I asked, confused. The two of them individually were ruthless. Together, they were lethal. “What the hell am I doing besides trying to get my fucking phone back?” I tapped my shoe on the pavement.
Jack tsked me. “Language, sweetness.”
“Bite me.”
Jack looked me over as if debating where to do just that. My nipples were hardening as if letting me know they were volunteering.
“You're getting all angry so we'll make the decision for you,” Sam said, pulling his keys from his pocket. A car chirped in the lot.
