Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

Mitch laughed. “I guess both.”

“Yes to each,” she said, tossing the small leather satchel into the suitcase. “You’ll see when you’re released, Mitch. The living conditions out here are worse than you can imagine. It’s bad on the outside, Mitch.”

“Jordie, honey, you weren’t in prison. I don’t want you talking like you were. You aren’t ‘on the outside’ of anything. You’re the center of my world. Don’t you ever forget how much you mean to me.”

“And what about Trixie? Was she the center of your world?”

The line went silent.

Jordie Anne zipped the large bag and dragged the bulky object to the floor. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she stalked to the dresser and stared into the looking glass. “Mitch, I want an answer. Was Trixie important to you?” She narrowed her eyes and set her jaw. She flinched as she noticed the evil stream of malice and disdain pouring from her wicked expression. Was this really who she’d become?

She tilted her head, studying Mae’s room located across the hall. Mae appeared to be writhing in pain, moaning as she rolled from one side to the other. She was sprawled across her mattress, muttering and whining, probably begging for help.

Yes, indeed. This was who she was, what she’d longed to become. “Mitch, I’m waiting for an answer!”

“We’ve talked about this before.”

“Damn it to hell! I want to hear you say it again. Tell me how you felt about her!”

“Why do you want to do this?”

“Because you need to know you can’t love two women!”

“Well, I’m sorry if that hurts you, but yes, Jordie, I loved Trixie. Very much. I loved two women. If that damns me in your eyes, I hate that, but one thing I’ll never do is lie to you.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks. “You should’ve lied to me, Mitch. A fib might have saved your little whore’s life!”

* * * *

“So how about it, Ansley? Do you fuck for sport?” Tristan asked after agonizing minutes of silence.

She’d give him an A for directness. He’d shuffled a few boxes and pretended to busy himself counting stock, but when he stopped moving around, he looked her in the eye and aimed below the belt, right smack-dab between her intimate folds.

Hell, he might as well stick it to her. For the past thirty minutes, all she could think about was using his body to warm hers.

“Hmm, I’ve heard something about that game. Ah yes, I do remember listening to some of the girls down at the spa chatting about sex for pure pleasure and fun. I believe I remember how to play, too, but it’s been a long time,” she replied, laughter in her voice. A moment later, she was serious when she said, “Like you mentioned. Look at where we work. I’m properly schooled in the matters of the body.”

“A nice gal like yourself probably knows how to get down and dirty when the right temptation comes along,” he said, brushing his middle and forefinger down her jaw.

“You think so?”

“There isn’t a doubt in my mind.”

“You’re pretty confident of yourself, too. Aren’t you?” she asked, her pulse tickling her wrists. His touch was maddening. The way he looked at her was bewildering. She was under his spell and couldn’t understand why. There was chemistry there, and no way she could deny the attraction even if she tried, but she didn’t go out with men like Tristan. She knew better!

“You wouldn’t be interested in me if I acted any other way.”

“Well, let me knock down that testosterone level a bit,” she said saucily. “When we took over the ownership of this club—Clink was formerly owned by Patience’s family—we all agreed from the get-go, we wouldn’t date our employees.”

“I’m not asking you out for dinner,” he informed her, taking his time swiping those bow-shaped lips with that sensational tongue. Oh dear Lord, it was one of the longest she’d ever seen. And he was doing the whole tongue thing on purpose.

It was all she could do to keep from propositioning him right then and there.

“Then what
are
you asking me?” She took the opportunity to go on another visual treasure hunt, revisiting the bulge in between his hard thighs, allowing herself to wonder what kind of abs he was packing underneath his button-down shirt.

“Come on, Ansley. I’m new in town. I haven’t had a woman in nearly three months. You come in here looking good enough for a man like me to notice. Now, you expect me to spell things out?”

“You wanna fuck me?”

“Such a sassy little mouth,” he said, tilting her chin. He moistened his lips. “And yeah, baby. That’s exactly what I want to do.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Too much for ya?”

She didn’t reply. If he only knew the truth.

“Ain’t that a damn shame? I was under the misguided impression that you were woman enough to ‘handle’ me.”

When he threw her words back in her face, she snapped out of her temporary doofus stage. “You know if I fuck you and decide it’s too difficult for us to work together, I’ll only fire you after the fact.”

He laughed. “Wouldn’t make a damn to me. I decided from the moment I set eyes on you, I’d know what it felt like to have your body under mine.” He bit his bottom lip and tilted his head as if he couldn’t quite decide if he wanted to add anything more. Finally, he said, “I dream of those sensational lips, your head bobbing over my…” His voice trailed, and he groaned as if he knew he’d just crossed barriers he should’ve left properly placed.

“You’re way out of line.” And she was far too aroused. His raspy voice made her ache. Standing close to him made her knees knock together, her pussy clench, and her ass cheeks tickle with excitement. For a split second, all she could think about was Tristan standing behind her, spanking her.

Tristan, an obvious Dom, would know how to sate a woman, satisfy her needs, appease her curiosity, and claim her for his own, even if the experience only lasted for one night.

Oh yes, her lust was out of hand.

If the cold didn’t kill her, the fiery chemistry between them might. One way or another, she’d need a little mouth-to-mouth if they didn’t leave that refrigerated unit soon.

“There are too few places to step when you’re in confined quarters.”

“So that’s your excuse,” she said, finally snapping out of the lust zone, the place where she’d been dazzled into fantasies beyond her control.

“We’ll be locked up for several hours, Ansley. I see no reason why we can’t make the most out of our situation.”

That was the problem. She was contemplating options. She wanted to screw him. She longed to have his cock between her lips, her head bouncing over the swell of his dick. Then she wanted him between her legs, pumping that wrought iron between her pussy lips as he wedged his cock inside her channel and fucked, pounded, and forged straight ahead.

She ran her fingers through her hair.
Oh shit
. Was that a bead of sweat trickling across her forehead? She’d heard of come-on lines, and initiated her share of them, but this man’s words were different. This was verbal foreplay, and the way he spoke to her made her pussy weep, her nipples tender.

“Ansley, you and I have a small problem. I don’t want to just fuck you, because to fuck you and let you off that easy won’t bring either one of us enough pleasure.”

“It won’t?” she asked in a husky voice, deeply interested in whatever he said, grasping for his next word.

“Oh no, I want to lay you down and keep you bound to my bed. Then, I want to make you scream until you’re hoarse, until your body is writhing from need, arching for the cock I alone will feed you.” He winked. “Don’t worry, sugar. When the time comes, I’ll treat you right. You’ll beg and plead for mercy. By the time I’m through with you, your orgasms will be sharp and violent. Afterwards, you’ll only know one man’s name, long only for my tender touch.”

“I will?” she choked out, realizing if she didn’t stop this, she wouldn’t wait until she knew him better and she wouldn’t care if he took her to his bed or hers. She’d jump his bones and wouldn’t give a damn if anyone walked in there and caught them.

He cradled the side of her neck and looked down on her like she belonged to him, as if she were his woman, already claimed and stamped as his. God in heaven help her. He had such lovely eyes, deep blue but bitter cold, kind of glassy, like a predator’s eyes, and yet Ansley wasn’t afraid. Secrets existed behind those remarkable sensual windows. Experience lived there, too. But the memories he guarded, that’s what concerned her. An event in his past haunted him. He ran from ghosts. He was trying to leave them behind, but they refused to let him find peace.

Were the ghosts still after him? Was that why he left Asheville? Did his past continue to chase him? Was he bound to a history that would never let him go?

His eyes told the story his lips most likely wouldn’t speak. Still, she wanted him in her bed, longed to know his kiss, his lips brushing past hers, his tongue delving inside her mouth, twirling around and around, as she fought to sip the tip and capture it, draw him into a mind-boggling, soul-searing kiss destined to change their lives.

Yep. She was in trouble all right. She might as well throw in her single towel and admit defeat.

He lowered his mouth to hers, but he didn’t kiss her. Instead, he whispered across her chin and, to her surprise, nuzzled her. “I’ll stretch those shapely legs of yours, lie between them, and lick you until you need a man’s cock to set you right, something more than that noisy little vibrator you keep tucked away in your office closet.”

“Have you been prowling through my things?” she asked, trembling as she focused on his face, the tight determination stretching perfect skin over high cheekbones.

“No,” he quickly replied, shifting his hand upward. He cupped her face. Sincerity lingered in his eyes, a softer expression than he’d worn before.

Oh, grief and hell. He looked like a man who’d already fallen in love!

Now, she didn’t care if he’d prowled. She didn’t care if he’d watched.

She nipped at the pad of his thumb as he dragged the texture across her lip. Her tongue fluttered across his fingernail. She opened her mouth, drew in the hard digit, and closed around the center, deliberately sucking and tantalizing, tempting and teasing him, hoping he’d pressure her to drop to her knees and take him, suck his cock as she implied she could, as she hoped she soon would.

He closed his eyes. “Hmm, baby. I can only imagine.”

Now, she craved him. The cold numbed her hands. She wanted to warm herself against his hard form, rub against him until the friction between them ignited passionate fires. She released the hard wedge of flesh and tipped his nail with her tongue one final time, a gesture playful enough to draw him into a heated kiss.

And the kiss almost came.

She stretched her neck, contemplating the meeting of mouths. Suddenly, his hands fell to her shoulders and he held her at a distance. His grip was firm, his eyes remarkably cool. “When a woman leaves her office door cracked in the wee hours of the morning, she should make sure the building is empty before she pleasures herself.”

Chill bumps scattered across her skin. She didn’t have to ask when he saw her. She knew the date and the hour, right down to the minute. The event occurred after they’d worked their first shift together soon after Patience and Kimberly left town. It was maybe ten minutes past four, right after Bailey told her he was taking off and heading home.

She’d gone into the office thinking she was all alone, forgetting about the key Patience evidently gave to their closing bartender. She wasn’t worried about who saw her because, in her mind, no one was there to watch.

The club had been packed that night. Their private suites were rented out, and the VIP loft area remained on a waiting list from the time they opened until the last call for alcohol. She’d had enough sexual imagery to inspire naughty thoughts and simply couldn’t postpone a little one-on-one fun with her battery-operated toy.