A Perfect Trifecta: Delta Heat, Book 3 (10 page)

Jenn leaned closer to Mondo. “How?”

“You’re a smart girl. Craig’s still pretty green. You better than him can figure this out.”

“Now?”

“Find him. Alone. Give him back his sweet little sub.”

Craig felt his heart crash to his toes. Maybe they weren’t meant to be, not if he was going to come between Jenn and Aiden. He’d never wanted that. He gripped her upper arms gently. “Jenn. Go find him. You two had each other first. Maybe this wasn’t supposed to be anything more than what it was.”

Regret filled her dark eyes. “I’m sorry, Craig. So sorry. I guess I got excited thinking I could fix him.”

“Maybe there’s nothing there to fix. Maybe you two just need to talk. Figure out what’s missing in your relationship together.”

“But…”

He kissed her mouth. Just a gentle touch. Then he mustered a bitter smile. “I’ll be all right. Swear.”

However, as he watched her walk away, he knew he’d lied. He’s miss her like a hole in his heart. He didn’t dare to consider the loss of Aiden. The Dom had never really been his. His dreams had been a fantasy. Completely, hopelessly out of reach.

Mondo’s hand patted his shoulder. “Losing someone you love, even to someone worthy of her, isn’t easy.”

Craig’s gaze slid to Ash, who sat again on Gus’s knee while the big guy rubbed her back. Mondo had loved Ash but stepped back because he knew she’d be happy with Gus. “Does it get easier?”

Mondo’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “No. It really doesn’t.”

Jenn didn’t find Aiden’s car at the usual places—the apartment building or La Forge—so she drove to the firehouse. There, she found his black pickup parked outside. She pulled in beside it then let herself out. So she’d found him. But she still didn’t know yet what she’d say.

Hoping she hadn’t completely fucked up their relationship, she walked through the bay, down the hallway to the rec room. She peeked inside, noted the TV blaring and gave a wave to one of the men who started to stand. He knew her and eased back into his armchair.

The clank of weights dropping drew her attention. Moving farther down the hall, she stood at the door of the small gym room. Several other firefighters were inside, mostly sitting on benches and talking. One of them noted her appearance, slapped the man next to him, and suddenly they were trailing past her, leaving her alone with the man who pretended she wasn’t there.

The barbells he lifted in rapid succession were heavily weighted. He was sweating. Shirtless. Wearing just a pair of plain gray sweatpants and sneakers.

Her mouth watered because she wanted to lick at the sweat. But she shook herself. Aiden needed something from her.

Trying not to think about what she was doing, she went with her instincts. Her submissive heart. She strolled slowly inside, dropped her purse beside the door and closed the door before she stripped to the skin. Naked, she walked toward him and knelt beside the bench where he reclined.

Aiden continued to ignore her.

For her part, she ignored the hardness of the polished concrete floor beneath her knees. Other things weren’t so easy to push out of her mind as she waited. His body was so beautiful. So strong. A study in rippling, übermasculine muscle.

Every flex heightened her awareness of the things she loved about his body. The strength of his embrace. How safe he made her feel. The sheer power he kept tightly controlled every time he touched her. Aiden didn’t trust that strength. Not when it came to her. And she’d resented it.

But that restraint was a testament to his desire to protect anyone weaker than he was. Proof of his deep feelings for her. How selfish had she been to want to push him into losing his control for her own pleasure?

He settled the weights into their bracket then jackknifed to sit with his legs straddling the bench.

Jenn didn’t dare glance up. Not until he said something. Gave her permission.

“Why are you here?”

She closed her eyes. What was the right thing to say? Rather than the apology she wanted to give him, she whispered, “I’m here to be punished.”

After a long, pregnant silence, he asked, “Did you even lock the door?”

She shook her head. “I deserve the humiliation.”

“If you deserve it, why did you close it?”

Jenn dropped her head another notch. “Because I wanted you to make that choice.”

Again, he remained quiet. So long that she thought maybe coming here had been a huge mistake.

“Go open the door, Jenn.”

She held still for a moment—shocked he’d actually made that choice—but then she rose unsteadily and walked to the door. Taking a deep breath, she opened it. Thankfully, the corridor was empty. But it was a firehouse. Men had work to do. The doorway to the gym was one away from the kitchen. Eventually, someone would see.

She left it open and returned to kneel beside him again.

He raised a finger, touched her nipple and rubbed the tip. It hardened beneath the second and third soft brush. Then he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and held it.

“Back up.”

With his fingers still squeezing her nipple, she crawled backward, mindful her ass faced the door but seriously beginning not to care. He rolled the tip between his fingers then released it to spring back. He stood and slowly rolled down his pants, freeing his cock.

The long column bobbed in front of her face, already partly hard. More than anything, she wished she could rub her cheek on it, seek a little solace from the warmth. She licked her lips then heard a soft grunt.

Glancing up, her gaze locked with his. His smile gave her pause. Chilled her. Oh, he was going to take back his pride in spades. His expression held too much satisfaction. She’d behaved boldly following him here and then giving him her subservience in such a potentially embarrassing way. But she’d wanted to prove how much she loved him, how willing she was to let him lead. If she’d waited, his anger and disappointment in her might have festered. She’d give him this moment. Sacrifice her pound of flesh.

Aiden lifted his head. “Sorensen!”

Her body jerked, and she swung her head to look behind her.

Heavy tread came quickly down the hallway. Billy Sorensen’s broad frame filled the doorway. His gaze dropped to the floor and widened. “Holy shit. Um, what did you need, Aiden?”

“Block the doorway. But you watch.”

Blond brows shot upward, but Billy leaned a hip against the door, signaling his willingness to stay.

Turning back, she watched as Aiden reached down, palmed his balls, then gripped his shaft and stroked himself hard. Lord, he had her full attention now as he lifted the tip to her mouth. “Suck it, slut.”

He’d called her that often, but again, it was all about context. This time he’d done it in front of his friend. But wasn’t she deserving? Humiliation burning in her cheeks, she opened her mouth.

The firehouse wasn’t the right place for this kind of punishment. They both knew that. At the club, she’d have done this gladly, but Billy Sorensen wasn’t a member of their club. And Aiden had never asked her to go public outside the club’s environs.

But that was the point. She’d instigated this, and now he wanted her embarrassed. Wanted her cowed.

Closing her eyes, she closed her lips around his cock and sucked.

Anger boiled inside Aiden. She’d dared him into this. Stripping where he worked. Offering service here where he’d been so careful to keep his secrets. His crew was a horny bunch, but they lived in a vanilla world. They kept their affairs private, or at least as much as bragging men ever did.

Aiden aimed a glare at Billy, who gave him a shrug, confusion and more than a little curiosity gleaming in his blue eyes.

“What’s this about, Aiden?”

“Punishment. Hers.”

“And this is how you do it? The captain has strict rules…”

“It’s needed.”

Billy gave a slow nod. “I’ll expect an explanation. If he catches you, it’s my ass too.”

The only way Aiden would be able to explain would be to take Billy to La Forge. But maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. They’d been growing closer as friends. Saved each other’s asses a couple of times. Talked about their women when they bunked side by side. Aiden had kept silent about his practices, but Billy knew all about Jenn.

At least the part about her moving in with him. Billy had teased him about weddings and babies. Something Aiden had ignored because he knew Jenn and he were a long way from setting down roots together.

Only maybe that prospect wasn’t as distant as he’d thought. Her willingness to do whatever made him happy took guts and strength he’d never attributed to her before.

Although, looking at her now, she looked anything but strong. Tears streaked her cheeks as she gave him the sweetest head ever. Aiden rubbed his hand over her hair, petting her, loving the picture she made kneeling in front of him, her eyes closed as her lush, red mouth swallowed him down.

Digging his fingers into her scalp, he began to pump into her mouth.

Her suctioning grew stronger. She breathed a little more noisily as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat.

“Use your hands,” he murmured.

Eagerly, she gripped him with both and began to work his shaft, her fists gliding in the moisture she’d left, up and down, her strokes meeting every forward bob of her head.

She was becoming aroused. Her nipples were small, tight spikes. Her skin was flushed.

He pulled her hair to force her to back away. Jenn blinked her eyes open and another tear skimmed down her cheek. His heart twisted, but Aiden couldn’t stop now. He reached down to help her to her feet, then bracketed her waist and forced her to turn around and face Billy.

She didn’t fight him, but her legs wobbled a bit. Her arms stayed at her sides, giving Billy an unimpeded view of her pretty body.

Bending toward her, Aiden gave Billy a steady glare, warning him not to say a word. “Bend at the waist, Jenn, but look at him. No hiding. Let him see what a pretty slut you are.”

Billy’s gaze studied her. No doubt he wondered why she put up with Aiden’s crude words and even cruder actions. Hers and Aiden’s preferences had to be shocking. Spots of red crept across Billy cheeks, but he didn’t move a muscle and his expression didn’t change.

Aiden wished he’d had a chance to warn him first, but what better test of friendship and loyalty? Ignoring Billy, Aiden turned his full attention to the woman whose body trembled in front of him.

“Now, Jenn.”

A hard slap against her ass had Jenn pushing aside any thoughts of what Billy was seeing. She didn’t care that he had a perfect view of her aroused breasts or bare mound. She bent, her long hair falling toward the ground.

Aiden reached down between her legs, slid his fingers into her cunt and drew down moisture. Then he widened his stance, bringing his hips down. Clutching the sides of her ass, he moved her back onto his cock.

Her breath shuddered out, but she didn’t protest, didn’t make another noise as he pumped into her. With her pussy already primed, he didn’t hold back, plunging into her hot channel as he pulled her back, slamming their bodies together. His hands were the only thing holding her upright as she swung forward and back.

Sorensen shot a glance behind him. “Davis, back away.”

“What the hell’s goin’ on?” came a voice drawing nearer.

“Just back away. Keep the captain busy.”

“Sounds like—“

“I’ll fill you in later.” When he glanced back at Aiden, he shook his head. “Seriously fucked up.” But then his gaze dropped, likely to watch her breasts jerking because Aiden was moving faster, harder, pounding her ass now as he stroked into her pussy.

And Billy’s hot, interested stare was doing a number on her, making her intensely aware of every shattered breath she drew, of the tightening of her nipples as her breasts quivered and jerked.

“Finger your clit, slut.”

Jenn groaned and shook her head.

“You said you came to be punished. I’m doing this for you. Giving you what you asked for.”

One hand left her hip, then landed in a sharp crack against her buttock.

Her pussy creamed, fluid gushing to make his strokes wetter, the nasty slurping sounds humiliatingly audible.

Billy’s cheeks darkened. His cheeks billowed around the breath he let go.

Another slap landed, and she bit her lip to hold back her cry. Jesus, the wet sounds were getting louder, and he was popping his hips against her ass, slapping her flesh with each quick, deep stroke. Before long, everyone in the firehouse would hear them.

She thrust both hands between her legs, pulled up her folds and rubbed her clit. “I’m doing it, Sir. I’m rubbing my clit.”

The added sensation was unbearable. Jenn couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold it back another second. She moaned and panted, her pussy swelling, on fire. “Sir, please, Sir,” she said, her voice sobbing.

Aiden grimaced. “No.” There’d be no relief, no reward. She’d arrived at the firehouse determined to be the supplicant, she’d damn well see it through.