The heat of Gideon’s hand increased as he squeezed and pumped, moving up and down Max’s jeans-covered cock. Unable to stop himself, he rocked his hips forward, thrusting, needing his dick inside something—a fist, a mouth, pussy, ass. At this point he wasn’t sure he cared. He just needed to fuck something. Someone. Gideon.
Mandy.
Her name zapped a moment of sanity into his brain and he pulled back from the kiss. He didn’t go far, couldn’t make himself leave. The pulse at the base of Gideon’s neck called to him and Max felt his teeth changing, preparing to penetrate, pierce his skin. Not to kill—to mark and claim.
He reined in the wolf but couldn’t resist one taste. He scraped his teeth along the tight throat muscles, savoring the shudder that ran through Gideon’s body. Not enough. Max laved his tongue across the tiny scratches left by his incisors, soothing, sampling. God he tasted good. And Max wanted more. Wanted to lick his way down Gideon’s body, take his cock in his mouth. Yeah. That little shudder will be nothing. He’ll be screaming when his dick is sliding between my lips.
The thoughts, desires, didn’t panic him the way he thought they should. His wolf was too powerful, too strong with the need to fuck the male beside him.
Max tipped Gideon’s mouth to his, sinking his tongue back into the warmth that called. He was allowed one compelling taste before it was gone.
Gideon pulled back, stepping out of the embrace, his lips shining.
Max shook his head, trying to get back in focus. The wolf’s nagging growls demanded he return but the human mind crushed the noises. What had he been thinking? He’d been thinking about fucking Gideon. About sucking him off. And the idea hadn’t freaked him out.
Now though, his heart started to pound and it felt like someone was standing on his chest.
“Have a good night.”
Max looked up. Gideon walked away, heading to his car. Part of him thought he should call him back, part of him wanted to call him back but he couldn’t get his voice to work. Gideon smiled as he opened his car door but sadness laced the edges of his eyes.
Gideon’s car started and he pulled out into the road, with Max still watching, still wondering what would have happened if Gideon hadn’t pulled back. Bad enough you’re fucking Jax’s girlfriend. Don’t start fucking his friends too.
Except he wasn’t fucking Jax’s girlfriend. Not any more. Not again. Last night had been an aberration. He wasn’t going to compound the problem by repeating it.
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He was going to walk inside and tell Mandy who he was. The thought made his cock wilt.
Maybe he should wait. Stick with the plan to talk to Jax first, explain what happened, hope his brother didn’t murder him and then have Jax tell Mandy.
That sounded better. He’d walk inside and tell Mandy he had an early meeting.
That was a generic enough excuse to not spend the night fucking, right?
He paused at the front door, feeling like he was bearding the lion in its den. Except it wasn’t the lion’s den, it was Jax’s and really, what did “bearding a lion” mean? The inane thoughts kept his mind busy enough that he could open the door and step inside.
For the second time tonight he stopped, two feet into the living room, his heart taking another jolt.
Mandy—naked this time, no lingerie—knelt beside the coffee table Her hands behind her back, her eyes lowered. A classic submissive’s pose. Max’s knees trembled.
Sweet fuck.
The warm scent of her wet cunt filled the room. God, he’d become addicted to that smell last night and wanted more, wanted it all over his body, his mouth, down his throat.
“Mandy?” He was amazed he didn’t stutter.
“I hope I please you…sir.”
“You please me very well.” Words fell from his mouth without conscious thought.
Though that wasn’t surprising because all of the blood in his body had drained into his cock. His hand moved to his fly, knowing he was close to coming in his jeans but unable to resist one light stroke, an anticipation of…what? Mandy’s mouth? Her pussy? Her ass? Gideon’s comments about how fuckable she was came back to him. Every part of her would know his cock. Every part.
Command returned to his body. Determination strengthened his knees. He walked forward, stopping just in front of her. He planted his feet outside her knees.
“Raise your eyes,” he ordered. Tension rippled through her body. She wasn’t used to following another’s commands. She’d gone along with it last night but this was different. There was nothing teasing in his voice. Nothing to suggest this was less than it was—a Dominant and his submissive. He waited, thinking this might be too much for her, but then she moved, tipping her head back and looking at him.
Love and hunger surged through his body as he stared into her eyes. She submitted to his command but remained strong, allowing him control of her body.
He reached down and rubbed his thumb across her lower lip, small circles along the sensitive skin. A subtle warning that he intended to fuck her mouth. Her eyes twinkled as she opened her lips and licked the tip of his thumb.
His cock jumped in his jeans as if knowing it would receive the next caress. Max held back, not wanting to go too fast. Not wanting to rush the experience.
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He stepped back and walked around her, looking at her from every angle. Gideon was right. Fuckable. Her breasts firm and round. So sensitive—as he’d learned last night. He wanted to straddle her chest and spill his cum across her skin. Mark her with his scent. The wolf growled its approval, tightening the images in his head until Max could almost feel it happening.
Strange but tonight there were no other voices in his head. No recriminations for fucking his brother’s fiancée, no lingering bit of guilt.
She’s mine.
The conviction of the statement didn’t startle him, didn’t surprise him. Almost as if he’d known the truth last night. He could only hope Jax would forgive him some day but he couldn’t, wouldn’t let Mandy go.
Her shoulders shifted as he stared at her back, continuing the slow circle around her. She rolled her shoulders again. The movement wasn’t physical discomfort but insecurity. A low rumble rattled from his throat. She was sexual and delicious and he would make sure she believed that.
He walked back around to his previous position, straddling her knees. Putting his cock within easy reach of her mouth. She looked up, gulping as her gaze wandered past his erection.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, honey.” He smoothed his fingers along her cheek. “You know how well it fits inside your pretty little cunt.” She gasped as the explicit word.
“Now you’re going to see how deep you can take me into your mouth.”
She didn’t respond, didn’t speak, but she licked her lips.
“Open my jeans and take out my cock. I want to get between those pretty lips.”
Mandy shivered as he spoke, her clit tingling warning her she was close to coming—from just a few words. If she’d been alone, she’d have touched herself or gotten one of her toys out.
But she’d learned last night that he—it was still difficult to think of him as Jackson—wouldn’t allow that.
Gideon had planted the idea of being naked but after she’d stripped off her clothes—for the second time tonight—she found herself remembering Jackson’s voice last night. The power, the commands, and she’d put herself into this position.
Swallowing deeply, she tried to keep her heart from exploding as she pushed up on her knees and reached for the buttons keeping his jeans closed. His erection pressed against the rough denim material. She cupped her hand over the thick line, sampling it against her palm.
“You are not to tease me, Amanda. I told you to take out my cock. Don’t make me punish you.”
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The center of her stomach seemed to drop—both with the commanding, almost par
ental “Amanda” and the threat of punishment. What would he do to her? And did she have enough courage to find out?
Her pussy fluttered and a wicked thought formed. She could misbehave just to see what would happen. She stared at his erection, still pressed against those tight jeans.
But not yet. First she wanted to feel his cock in her mouth—give him some of the pleasure he gave her last night.
Keeping her eyes lowered, hoping she looked sufficiently submissive when really she expected to have him on his knees in a few moments, she twisted her fingers around the first button, then moved to the next. Hmm, she understood the fascination with button flies. Every one released spread the denim wider, allowing his cock to press forward. The material of his briefs kept it from springing free and Mandy was glad. She wanted to play a bit, tease him.
She finished with the last button and spread the placket open. She leaned forward and pressed her open mouth to the hard line of his cock. Through the material, she licked, leaving a hot damp trail behind. She glanced up, wanting to see his reaction. He stared down, the line of his jaw tight, his eyes glowing with that strange red light.
Holding his gaze, she flicked her tongue out, wetting the front of his briefs.
“Honey, you’re asking to get your ass spanked.”
“No, sir,” she whispered but couldn’t resist one more lick. She slid her fingers into the waistband and tugged it down. His cock bounced up as if excited to be freed from its prison. “Poor baby.” She moaned, wrapping her hand around the thick shaft and pulling it close to her mouth. She brushed a kiss along the side. “Trapped so long.” A whisper of her tongue. “Needing some attention.” She ran her open mouth up the full length of the shaft, stopping before she reached the head.
“Amanda.” The warning in his voice was clear and only encouraged the shivers across her skin. Her nipples pulled up tight. She guided the tip of his cock to her breasts and rubbing the head across her skin. He crouched down, giving her more access.
Smiling, she swirled the thick head around her nipple, spreading the drop of pre-cum into her skin. His groan drew a new rush of heat into her pussy.
“I’ll try to do better, sir,” she whispered, trying to hide her smile, pulling the tip to her mouth and lapping at the head. It was delicious, the sweet taste of his pre-cum so different from any other man’s. Addictive. She wanted more.
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and stroked, short slow pulses.
His hips thrust forward once, shallow and hard. He grunted and straightened, forcing his back straight.
She looked up, letting her smile flow through her eyes. The salty taste of his skin tingled on her lips making her crave more. His eyes burned, red in the light of the living room. Wicked confidence guided her and she opened her mouth allowing his cock to fill her. She relaxed her throat and took him as deep as she could, savoring the masculine groan. Heat swelled in her chest and she moaned, letting the sound translate 100
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to his cock. He pushed forward and she sucked, drawing back, tightening her lips, wanting to feel every inch as she pulled back.
She let his cock pop out her mouth. She lapped at the head then turned her attention to the shaft, exploring, sampling inch after inch and finding those extra special places that made him growl.
His hips started move. Shallow thrusts that warned she was pushing at his control, that he wanted to fuck her mouth. The sweet pre-cum that dripped off the tip made an enticing treat and Mandy lapped it up before returning to the base of his cock. She eased her hand between his legs and cupped his balls. Tension zipped through his body and made her bolder. She squeezed, not too hard, just enough to draw a grunt from her lover. She repeated the motion, a light, gentle squeeze.
“Fuck.”
The guttural curse made her smile, hunger for more made her retreat, drawing back and placing the tip against her lips.
She flicked her tongue out catching another drop of that delicious, addictive pre-cum. Feeling his gaze on her, she looked up, pausing, giving him a moment to anticipate, to crave. She opened her mouth, wide, and took him inside, pressing down, meeting the forward thrust of one of those little thrusts.
They both groaned as he hit the back of her throat. She tightened her lips and pulled back, the smooth glide of his cock caressing the inside of her mouth.
Max struggled with himself, battling his conscience. Every lesson, every lecture he’d ever had from his father, Byron, and his older brother rang through his head, like they were standing behind him screaming “What the hell are you doing?” but fuck it was almost impossible to pull back. The heat of Mandy’s mouth, the sheer lust in her face as she sucked him drowned out the voices. What would be so wrong if he came in her mouth? She’d be a little turned-on for a day. That was a good thing. The little devil in his brain immediately created wicked fantasies of all the things he could do with her.
Moments before his conscience voiced its opinion. She thinks you’re Jax. She loves Jax.
He groaned.
“Mandy, stop.” He tightened his grip on her head and tried to hold her still but she kept moving, her lips sinking down and then sucking hard as she pulled back. His chest tightened like she sucked the breath out him and he felt his balls pull up, ready to come.
He swallowed and forced his lungs to expand, concentrating on keeping control—
not only of his body but of Mandy as well.
“Amanda.” He was pleased with his stern tone when really he wanted to whimper like a little girl. “I told you to stop.”
She pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth but rubbing her cheek against it, pressing her lips to the side. “But I want to taste you.”
He shook his head, allowing his dominant nature to come to the surface.
“Disobedient girls get punished.”
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She moaned, rubbing her lips along his shaft. So tempting.
It would be so easy. And she wanted it so much. And really what would it hurt?
His conscience came alive with a vengeance and he found the strength to take a step back.
He almost found the strength to walk away completely. Then she looked up, her eyes filled with the lust he’d reveled in last night.
The sight silenced his conscience. He was going to fuck Mandy. Going to have her every way he could and then he was going to fight his brother for the right to keep her.
He looked around, needing a place where they could play for a while.
He didn’t like using Jackson’s bedroom—didn’t want any memories of her and Jackson together—but it was the only bed and he had feeling when he was done fucking Mandy tonight, neither of them would be able to move. Plus the heavy crossbar along the bottom of Jax’s bed was perfect for what he had in mind.
Punishment. He’d promised a punishment and based on the brightness of Mandy’s eyes, he’d better follow through. And make it a good one.
Definitely the woman for him.
“You came here tonight to get fucked.” It wasn’t a question and he didn’t give her a chance to refute it. “Did you bring any of your toys?”
Her cheeks brightened and she opened her mouth but no sound came out.
“You brought that little plug, didn’t you? The one you want me to slide into your tight ass.”
She gulped and nodded.
“Very good. Where is it?”
“In my purse.” Her voice was soft, hesitant. Shy. “Sir.”
“Very good,” he said again. “I want you to go upstairs to…the master bedroom, stand at the end of bed, bend over and put your hands and elbows on the crossbar. Wait for me.”
He stepped back, his cock still hard, wet from her mouth. She wobbled a bit as she stood. Max watched, making sure she was steady on her feet. She’d spent a long time on her knees and he didn’t want her stumbling. That would ruin what he had planned.
She caught herself and seemed to find her
balance. Keeping her chin high, she turned and walked regally toward the stairs. He stared at her back, unwilling to miss a moment staring at her ass as she moved. It was incredible. Seductive. The sexual rhythm so innate she probably didn’t even know it existed. Hell, he hadn’t seen it that first night, with those ugly clothes covering her sweetly rounded body. He licked his lips, thinking he liked the ugly gray suit now—no one but he would know what was hidden beneath it.
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and lube. A few condoms neatly placed in the corner pocket. Love a woman who comes prepared.
And he was going to love her until she came again and again.
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Chapter Eleven
Mandy made the turn around the staircase and grabbed the railing, her body a strange mixture of strength and weakness. Her knees trembled but her heart beat loud and steady. She wasn’t frightened, at least not of Jackson. More than a little concerned about her own behavior. But there was no way she was going to back off now. Too many possibilities lay before her and who knew if she’d ever have this chance again. If tomorrow he woke up and regretted it again…
She pushed the thought away. Regrets were for later and she wasn’t going to allow herself to think of it. Experience the night.
Not wanting to get caught lingering in the stairs, she pushed open the door to the bedroom. The one time she’d been in Jackson’s house before, she’d taken a quick tour.
Now she looked at it from a completely different viewpoint—a woman about to be fucked senseless. At least she hoped that was the plan.
But first she was going to be punished and that somehow involved that butt plug.
Her stomach flipped over. When she’d started the day, she hadn’t imagined ending it bent over the end of Jackson’s bed.
Struggling to keep her breath steady, she walked into the room. He was still downstairs but she knew she didn’t have much time. She looked at the big, high bed and imagined being spread out on it. She looked at the strong four posts—perfectly suited to be tied to.
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