Bind (Manhattan Lux Book 1): Manhattan Lux (19 page)

“Then yes.” She turned her cheek into his palm and pressed a soft kiss there, her gaze flitting back to his with a touch of shyness so faint he almost thought he imagined it. “Yes. We can do that.”

T
here was
such a thing as a Tantric Chair, apparently. What he’d thought were upholstered coffee tables were, in fact, said chair.

He’d tried to take her in a manly fashion, make good on the whole jackhammer threat, but she’d yelled at him about his knee, produced a short length of that damn black satin rope from a pocket, and threatened him with it. So instead of pretzeling his sweet Jun on the sofa, she’d pushed
him
back onto the Tantric Chair and then stripped.

He wanted, no
needed
, to watch. Needed to see every naked inch of her as clearly as he’d been able to see her on that screen. He was
not
going to compromise on that. As it turned out, Tantric Chairs were super handy for all kinds of kinky fuckery. Like for instance, watching your sexy girlfriend squat daintily over your dick and then slowly impale herself on the length, dark eyes rolling farther back into her head with each bare inch.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” He strained the words through his teeth, palmed her tits roughly, and rolled her nipples between his fingers so hard that she stiffened, back arching and pussy clenching down on him like a vice.

“Oh fuck Wyatt,” she breathed the words and the way she said his name made him want to look up, to memorize the expression on her face right now so he’d never forget it. But he could not unlock his gaze from their hips, from where they joined, from where her body melted with his. Wet. Hot. Slippery. Sweet-t. Swuh-h.

She was doing something with her hips now, something like dancing, gyrating on his cock like…

Jinx put her hands over his, and moved them from tits to hips.

This time he looked up and met her gaze.

“Help me move,” she said, and then she smiled.

Holy shit.
He almost came right then.
Keep it together!
His brain yelled.

How long had it been since he’d gone bareback? Too long to remember. And who cared? No way any other woman had ever felt this good. This
tight
. This
hot
. This silky, sexy, juicy. Tight….
oh fuck
…had he already said tight?

His fingers dug into the sweet globes of her ass, gripped her cruelly to him. She moaned, and his gaze flew up, concerned he’d gone too far, that he’d hurt her. But she was still smiling, leaning over him, those luscious tits dancing over his lips.

He caught a nipple. Sucked hard. She moaned again, and he lifted her. Light as a feather his kitten, his Jun. He lifted her off his cock and then slammed home again, his lips curling into a smile around that same captive nipple when she screamed.

“Fuck Wyatt!”

Oh how he liked to hear her scream.

He had to say, she’d been right about the chair. In this position his knee didn’t burn, didn’t fight for his attention the way it would’ve if he’d been on top. And the view from this angle, tits bouncing in his face, well that was superb.

Jinx leaned forward braced her hands on either side of his head and pressed her lips to his, her tongue sweeping in to tease.

“How about that jackhammer?” she breathed.

Wyatt moaned into her mouth and set a faster pace. That she trusted him, was handing over the reins to him, made his pulse run fast and crazy. The urge to own her erupted like a sudden fever, and he held her fast, thrusting up, driving into her cunt brutally, again and again, until their skin was slick and blotchy and he felt her contract around him.

She arched back, and his hands followed the swanlike curve of her body, up over her breasts to cradle her neck in his hands as she came around him, lips trembling, his name stuttering from her lips.

“Come with me, ” she whispered. He pulled her head down to his, and kissed her.

She said his name again, breathed it against his lips, and he was undone. He pressed his face against her breasts as he spent, emptied hard and deep, tiny pinpricks of light dancing at the corners of his vision as they collapsed the rest of the way together.

“I think,” he began, then swallowed, tried to find his voice. “I think I’m gonna need one of these coffee tables.”

She laughed, the sound a buzzing tickle against his sensitive skin.

“It’s not a coffee table, you giant dork. It’s a Tantric Chair.”

“Whatever you say, kitten. I still want one.”

She moved, folded her arms on his chest, and propped her chin up, gazing at him.

“That was a hell of a lot of fun,” he said. And then, because he could, he extended one finger and booped her on the nose. “Boop.”

“Did you just boop me on the nose?” She squinted at him.

“Yep. Been wanting to do that for a while.”

“And now seemed like a good time?”

He shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”

She smiled at him. “So, you’re not upset with me?”

“About what?” He frowned, looked up, searched his recent memory in reverse. Orgasm, jackhammering, titties…oh right. “About the video stuff?” He shrugged again. “Meh.”

Jinx arched a brow.

“Boop.”
Heh, she let me do it again.

“Wyatt.”

“Mmmm?”

“The video.”

“It’s okay,” he said.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning if you’re fine with it, if you want to show it, whatever. I’m not the boss of you.”

“No, but your feelings matter to me.”

“Well my feelings are that I’m not the boss of you.”

Jinx sighed and began to rise, but Wyatt caught her, wrapped his arms around her waist and held tight.

“Sorry, okay look. I can’t say it’s something I would’ve written down on a list of things to look for in a girlfriend, but it’s something you made, it’s part of who you are. You’re not ashamed of it and want to share it, so why should I feel any differently?”

“It doesn’t bother you that people will be seeing me like that? Watching me fuck?”

“I would have assumed so. Yesterday, last week? Seems like that would be something that bugs a guy. But after seeing it like that, and thinking about it, now…well—” He wiggled his hips beneath her, grinding against her center, hard again, and wanting.

“Oh.” Her eyes went wide and she smiled.

Wyatt hooked his hands under her arms, dragged her up his torso and kissed her deeply, the forceful invasion of his tongue making his feelings quite clear. He broke the kiss, cupped her ass in both hands and notched his cock home, letting the tip just breach her entrance, still sticky and wet from the last round.

“That answer your question?” He nibbled his way up her jaw, pausing to torture an earlobe with his teeth. “As long as you’re mine, as long as I’m the only one who gets to fuck this pussy,”—he stroked deep, relishing the raspy sound she made as he sank inside—“then I don’t care who watches. Let them want you. Let them watch and go crazy wanting to fuck you. I don’t care, as long as I’m the one that gets to have you.”

“You have me,” she said, pushing back against his chest so that she was sitting on his cock now, riding him, matching each thrust with enthusiasm. “You have me.”

* * *

“
T
-minus twenty to opening people
!” Jinx rounded the corner into the front lounge of Lux and scanned the room. “How’s the crowd?” she asked, crossing to stand next to Wyatt.

“See for yourself.” Wyatt grinned and held up his mobile phone. “That’s the live feed from the cameras outside,” he said. “I’d say from the looks of it, we’re in for a hell of a night.”

The video feed flipped, showing scenes from various cameras around the perimeter of the building. The line to get into Lux was about ten people wide, snaked around the corner, and down the block out of sight. Jinx squinted at the screen. “Wait does it…”

“Yup.” Wyatt nodded. “That line is so long is goes beyond the reach of our cameras. “NYPD has shut down part of the street and is re-routing traffic for the pedestrians safety.”

“Deeee-am, sis,” Aiko said, striding towards them, and pulled her sister in for a half-hug. “You know how to put on a shindig. I can’t remember the last time I saw such a big crowd for an opening.”

“Yeah yeah.” Jinx waved off the comment but Wyatt could spy a flush of pride in her cheeks. “Oh, before I forget,” she said. “I’m using the videos.”

Aiko pursed her lips. “The black rope and sexy times ones you mentioned?”

“Yeah. Just letting you know.”

Aiko shrugged. “It’s cool. Whatever you want to do. Thanks for the heads up.”

“Great.” Jinx leaned into Wyatt and kissed him on the cheek. “Gotta run, almost show time. I’ve got to check just a few more things—”

“Go,” Wyatt said, kissing her back and sending her off with a pat on the butt. “Aiko and I’ve got stuff to do too. I’ll catch up with you when I can. Break a leg, kitten.”

Jinx grinned at him over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with excitement, then rushed off in the other direction.

“What was that about?” Wyatt asked when Jinx was out of ear shot.

“She didn’t tell you about the videos?” Aiko’s features twisted in horror.

“No, no.” He held up a hand. “Relax, I know all about that. But—”

“Oh. You mean, why was she telling me?”

“Yeah. It seemed like a warning.”

“It was. Because we’re twins.” Aiko slipped behind the bar, grabbed a shot glass from a pad on the counter, and lifted it up. “Drink?” she asked Wyatt.

“Hell no, we got work to do. You shouldn’t drink either.”

“Fine.” Aiko slapped the shot glass down and selected a water glass instead. “Water it is, Mr. Buzzkill.”

“Hit me.”

Aiko grabbed another glass, filled it with water from the soda hose next to the sink, then slid it over the counter to Wyatt.

“So..twins?” Wyatt prompted, hoping she’d expand on her explanation.

Aiko rolled her eyes and drained her glass. “Look. Identical twin girls. It’s cute when they’re little, you dress ‘em alike in matching outfits, all that shit. But when they get older, when they start developing into women, well some guys get gross about it. Add to that the whole Asian thing, and it’s just creep-magnet time.” She filled her glass again, and gulped. “Some guys have an Asian fetish,” she said, sneering. “They think Asian girls are more sexual or more submissive or something, it’s annoying.”

“Yes,” Wyatt said. “I’ve heard stupid shit like that. And the twins thing, I can imagine that’s—”

“Well that’s just it,” Aiko said, cutting him off. “People
imagine
. They imagine that Jinx and I are exactly alike just because we look alike. That we’re interchangeable, in
every
way. I’m not talking about honest cases, mistaking one of us for the other. I’m saying that being an identical twin female can really fuck up your love life.”

“Oh.” Wyatt set his empty glass on the counter and frowned, unsure how to respond. “Yikes.”

“Yep.” Aiko nodded. “We’ve both been burned, but Jinx has had more than her fair share of shit.”

Suddenly, he felt cold. “Are you perhaps talking about the ‘monster loser’, the one you mentioned in the bathroom?”

“When you two were boning in the shower?” Aiko said “Yep, that was the worst. Asshole dogged
me
all through high school. I thought he was a moron, but Jinx thought he was cute, so when he asked her out after graduation, she said yes.”

“Wow.”

“They dated for quite a while.” Aiko’s lips set into a thin line, and and her expression darkened.

“He hurt her,” Wyatt said, his jaw clenching around the words.

“Not physically,” said Aiko. “But he did something unforgivable, something that left her with massive insecurities. Took her a long time to work through that shit. And it wasn’t exactly something I could help her with because what he did messed our relationship up too.”

“What did he do?” Wyatt asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

“We were at a party,” Aiko said. “Me, Jinx, and the douche-bag. All our mutual friends were there—we’re talking like forty people. Everyone was at this long table. Crystal chandeliers overhead, fancy table cloth, food and wine, very ritzy. He decided to give a toast. Stands up, smiles at everyone, feeling all good about himself in his expensive suit. Bastard rattled off a long speech about true love and sincerity. He was an actor, well he wanted to be, so he was really laying it on thick. Super dramatic, like this speech was going somewhere significant. He talked about finding your soul mate, your other half. Some bullshit about living his authentic life. Then he pulled out his chair, got down on one knee, produced a fucking ring box from his pocket and proposed. To
ME
. The
sister
of the woman he’d been living with for two years.”

“Holy mother-fucking christ,” said Wyatt.

“That was like, six different kinds of blasphemy, son. You’re going to hell for sure.”

“Then get out the whisky,” he said. “I’ll take that shot after all.”

Aiko poured them both a whisky and set the shots on the counter.

“So anyway. Long story short, Jun was mortified, ran off to stay with our great aunt in Japan. Met rope-guy there.”

“The one in the video?”

“Yeah that’s him. He taught her all the rope stuff, helped her pull herself back together and then she came home, she went to work for Jack. And you know the rest.”