A Shot of Sin (14 page)

She reached for his shirt and began to undo his buttons, unable to pull her gaze away from the skin she continued to expose. His chest was covered in a light dusting of hair, his pecs defined, his abs smooth and taut. She ached to run her hands along the lines of sinew, to bite into his flesh and make him flinch. She wanted to make him mindless, to repay him for the way he’d made her feel for too damn long.

With a rough hand, he pushed apart her thighs, exposing her, making her more vulnerable than ever before. She was on display, at his mercy, and her body had never felt more alive.

“You’ll always be open for me. You understand?”

Her legs trembled as she undid his last button with shaky hands. “Yes,” she murmured. “Always.”

“And you will only ever give yourself to me.”

She lowered her hands to her sides and raised a brow. “As long as the same rules apply to you.”

“Always.” He grinned, boosting her confidence even though the threat of other beautiful women from Vault of Sin hovered in the back of her mind.

“This is mine.” He glided his hand over her abdomen and then lower. She pressed her lips together to fight a scream when he slid two fingers through her dripping sex. He leaned over her, his hand still on her pussy while the other palmed her breast. “These are mine.”

She whimpered, thrusting her chest into his hand. “Yes.” She moved her hands to the bedhead and gripped the wooden frame, digging her nails into the timber. “Please, Leo.”

He held her gaze, slowly gliding his fingers into her sheath as she released a long, deep moan. He withdrew just as languorously and wiped a trail of her juices around her clit, flicking the bundle of nerves back and forth. Movement came into her periphery and she froze, sensing more than one person hovering in the doorway.

“Focus on me,” Leo demanded.

She tried. Really, she did, but the pleasure in her body began to ebb and all she could see were the shadows of onlookers darkening her lover’s features.

“Me, Shay.”

He yanked off his shirt and threw it to the mattress beside her. The hard, unyielding flesh was enough to distract her for a fleeting moment. Then her gaze drifted, moving to the couple standing close together against the wall, then to the two familiar faces in the open doorway.

“Holy shit,” she gasped, grabbing Leo’s shirt to cover her exposed breasts as she squeezed her eyes shut.

T.J. and Brute were there, watching her like a fucking porn show, their focus harsh enough to burn a lasting impression on her retinas.

“Close the door,” Leo ordered, making her wince at the disappointment in his tone.

She’d wanted to impress him, to wipe away every memory he had of other women, and replace them with the crazy passion she had to share. How the heck had T.J. and Brute skipped her attention. Travis had mentioned staff participating after last drinks, yet the important point hadn’t crossed her mind. She shook her head at herself as shuffled footsteps drifted into the distance and the door closed with a click.

Then the back of her eyelids were illuminated with the overhead lights and her eyes burst open.

Don’t panic. Don’t freak out…any more than you already have.

“Aren’t they meant to be on the other side of the door?” She clung tighter to the shirt, as T.J. and Brute approach the bed.

“Calm down.”

Calm down? She was crazy with panic. Hadn’t they just discussed remaining faithful, albeit vaguely? Now T.J. stood to the left of the bed, his somber smile focused her way as if he was about to face a firing squad instead of a naked woman. Then there was Brute. His usual scowl had deepened, his eyes harsh with disapproval.

“Yeah, calm the fuck down, Shay,” she muttered. “How the hell am I meant to do that with him glaring at me?” She flicked her gaze to Brute before swallowing over the emotion building in her throat and then focused on the black cotton sheets.

This was a fuck up of epic proportions.

“I suppose now would be an inappropriate time to ask for a glowing reference.”

“I’m not letting you run,” Leo spoke softly. “Look at me.”

When she didn’t, he made a move to climb off her. On instinct, she gripped him around the neck and yanked him back down.

“I’m naked,” she ground through clenched teeth. “Move off me and die.”

“I won’t, if you look at me.” He settled between her thighs and leaned on one elbow to peer down at her.

Fine.
She raised her gaze, coming face-to-face with penetrating ocean eyes.

“You wanted to jump in the deep end, Shay. Don’t forget how to swim now that you’re here.”

His words repeated in a continuous loop. Taking the plunge wasn’t meant to be easy…it also wasn’t meant to be this confronting, but if she walked away now, there was no way she would come back.

“I’m not in this for anyone else,” she whispered. “All I wanted was you.”

Her gaze drifted away, over the sheets to the dark blue jeans T.J. was wearing. He stood still, not uttering a word while Leo ran a finger along her jaw, regaining her attention.

“All you’re getting is me. For however long you want me.” He narrowed his gaze, hitting her hard with his sincerity. “Playing with others would only be for your pleasure. And that doesn’t have to happen now, or tomorrow, or ever. You got that?”

She nodded, slightly relieved at his statement.

“But my ego needs to be fed.” The corner of his lips lifted, making her chest pound with his sexy confident smirk. “I want them to see your beautiful body. I want them to take notes on how fucking amazing I make you feel. I want their gaze on your face as you come undone by my hands, or my mouth, or my cock. I want them delirious with the need to have you.”

Shay shuddered, feeling the exposed skin all over her body break out in shivering gooseflesh.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

She bit her tongue to fight back the hell no. “Not when you’re smirking like the cat that got the cream.”

“But I do have the cream, gorgeous.” His grin increased as he slid a hand between them, spreading her slick, sensitive flesh. “I just need you to trust me so I can get the chance to taste it.”

Her breath hitched as he sunk his fingers deeper, gliding his thumb over her clit. “Okay,” she gasped. “Okay.” Okay, okay, okay. She nodded and licked her lips, dying for more. One touch was all she required to make her succumb. One touch and one wickedly sexy grin and she was all his.

“That’s my girl.”

He leaned in for a demanding kiss. His tongue penetrated her mouth with the same delicious rhythm of his fingers in her pussy. She clung to him, one hand around his neck, the other on his biceps, and let sensation take away her insecurities.

When he pulled back, she was panting, rocking her hips in need for more.

“T.J., get the cuffs.”

“What?” Her gaze shot to T.J. at the bedside table to her left, then over to Brute who took a seat on the mattress to her right, before snapping back to Leo. “Cuffs aren’t necessary.” She shook her head, pleading with her gaze. She had too much pride to plead aloud. If they were alone it would be different, but she had to regain some level of backbone to prove to the others she was worthy.

“They are until you lose that frightened look in your eyes.”

“I assure you, cuffs won’t help.”

T.J. softly chuckled and the impact of the sound stunned her. She glanced over to him, to the sweet gentleness in his wistful smile and knew she was safe. He had yearning in his eyes, just like Leo, and she supposed Brute had it somewhere too, under all those layers of brutality. They’d lost hope in finding the women to complete them and needed hope to move forward. She was that hope.

Silently, she raised her arm to T.J., letting the gentle touch of his hand work the cold metal around her wrist. He held her gaze as he locked it in place and then lightly ran his fingers from her wrist to her elbow before backing away to throw the other set of cuffs to Brute.

She didn’t want to turn her gaze to the smug bastard. He’d had his fun with her underwear earlier. She could imagine how he would rib her once this moment was over. So instead of looking at him, she raised her arm in his direction and stared at Leo as an unfamiliar touch worked its way around her skin. Fingers tickled her wrist, working higher over her palm, spreading her fingers before moving back down again.

“He needs you to acknowledge his presence,” Leo murmured.

Too bad. She raised her chin and worked her lower lip between her teeth, waiting for the delicate touch to end. Brute was her friend, a great guy hiding behind an asshole persona. One glance could ruin the connection they had and she was already risking enough with Leo.

Leo chuckled. “Well, just so you know, he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

Her eyes widened as Brute’s fingers continued to travel along her arm, from the tingling flesh around her elbow, to her biceps and finally her shoulder. She held her breath, wrapping her legs around Leo’s waist for grounding, willing herself not to break.

Her skin burned in the wake of Brute’s touch along her neckline, slowly down her sternum. She began to pant, caught between enjoying the lust wracking her body and the determination not to break so their relationship wasn’t catapulted into another turbulent atmosphere.

“Shay,” Brute’s deep voice called.

She shook her head, fighting hard to calm herself.

“Shay.” This time his voice was louder, and he drifted his fingers to the tingling flesh below her breast. “Look at me.”

“Why?” She directed her frown at Leo. “You don’t want me here.” The truth escaped her lips. He’d warned her away from Leo when she was first employed and again last night. Subconsciously, his rejection had already cut deep.

“No.” He let the force of his word sink in before he continued. “I don’t want you hurt in here.”

She looked at him then, at the way his scowl had softened into something like regret.

“I don’t want to see you walk away like every other woman each of us have cared about.”

That’s not what their conversations had been about. Or was it? She scrutinized him, seeing the honesty in his features. Had his disapproval been out of protection for her?

“I’m a big girl.”

He inclined his head. “I know, and that’s why seeing you so shaken is hard to take.” His touch travelled over her ribs and then dropped from her side. “I’m here to protect you. To make sure this guy doesn’t fuck up, okay?”

Her lips tilted. “Okay.”

“I won’t fuck up,” Leo interrupted and pulled back from her body.

She winced at the exposure, sensing the weight of three heated gazes rake her from head to toe. Leo stood at the foot of the bed, devouring her with his eyes as he unclasped the button at his waistband, lowered his zipper and pushed his pants to the floor.

His erection tented the front of his boxers, making her mouth salivate, her restrained hands clench. He lowered the last piece of material covering his body and let his cock bob against his abdomen as he shucked his underwear.

“Time for the cat to get the cream,” he drawled.

He fucking drawled at her with smooth male arrogance and then crawled back onto the mattress and parted her thighs. He had no inhibitions, no shyness, no doubt. He was in his element, his eyes alight with determination.

“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” He sat back on his haunches, staring down at her exposed flesh.

She pulled against her restraints and winced at the bite of pain to her wrists. In an instant, she had Leo’s attention, and T.J. and Brute were at her cuffs, easing the skin around her holdings.

“I’m fine.” She looked at each of them in turn. She’d never been adored before, never been fawned over or taken care of like this. “I’m not going to break.”

“Good. Because I’m just getting started.” Leo lowered between her thighs, placing his mouth an inch away from her pussy, letting the brush of his breath tickle her skin. “Wrap your legs around my shoulders.”

She did as instructed, as fast as she could, hoping he wouldn’t hold back from sinking his tongue between her folds. The first stroke down her core sent her back arching off the bed, her hands pulling at the restraints again. Caress after slow, sweeping caress, he tasted her, making her pant and wish she could run her hands through his hair and hold him in place.

“More,” she pleaded. “Please.” Her embarrassment at the compulsion to beg disappeared. She’d grovel for deeper penetration if she had to. She just wanted more. She tugged at the restraints in annoyance, not caring at the pain it caused her wrists. It provided a much needed relief from the torture Leo was lavishing on her body.

“Release her hands,” Leo demanded. “She’s going to hurt herself.”

She straightened in relief, eager to touch every hard inch of his flesh. T.J. and Brute did as instructed, yet the restriction on her arms remained. T.J. entwined his fingers with hers and pressed down on her left hand while Brute held tight to her right. They climbed on the bed at her sides, watching in silence as Leo went back to devouring her pussy.

She squeezed T.J.’s fingers the closer she came to orgasm. Never would she have thought she’d be relieved to have all three of her bosses around to share the most sensual experience of her life. Without them it would still be profound—her taking a chance and giving herself to Leo—but now her pleasure was heightened, and more importantly, she felt at home around these men.

Each time Leo’s fingers entered her, her gaze glanced from one man to the next. All their focus was dedicated to her body, to the way she began to writhe her hips. Their attention was addictive. She ground her pelvis harder, moaned a little louder every time Leo hit that perfect spot, and enjoyed the buzz of exhilaration that came with the flare of a nostril, the narrowing of a gaze or the tensing of a jaw.

Brute moved closer, leaning into her neck. The brush of his light beard was enough to escalate her lust and bring her closer to the edge.

“I knew you’d be like this,” he murmured in her ear. “Receptive. Sensitive. And a fucking treasure to behold.”

Oh God. She gasped. Dirty talk would send her over the edge and she didn’t want to fly just yet. Leo’s touch was enough, the brush of his fingers moving in and out, the suction of his mouth settling over her clit. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think with the delicious words flittering into her mind, Brute’s breath tickling her neck.