BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras) (15 page)

They didn’t need the game anymore. He opened his eyes and she was looking right at him, at his mouth, like she wanted more. And hell, his mouth wasn't a pretty sight, so he must have done something right.

"Jami, you need to tell me when to stop." He kissed her again and slid his hand into her bra. Her tiny nipple hardened as he circled it with his thumb. He pushed the material off her breast and dropped down to suck that hard nub into his mouth. "Tell me or I won't."

She made a sound that seriously didn't sound like 'stop'. Not even close. His dick throbbed as he slid his hand between her thighs and rubbed the swatch of damp, silky cloth over her clit.

"Tell me."

"I can't!" Her thighs quivered against his hand and she moaned. "Carter—"

"Luke."

"Luke!" She let out another whimper and spread her thighs further apart. "Please!"

He bared her pussy and slipped one finger inside her. "What you saw in there turned you on, didn't it? Would you like to try that with me? A little bondage—or maybe I
will
spank you. I bet you'd get off after just a few smacks."

"No . . . I don't know." Her warmth clamped around him and her nails raked at his scalp. When his fingers went still, she
thunked
her head against the brick wall. "I want to try.”

“Good girl." He rewarded her by adding another finger, which he could only push in to the first knuckle. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, cutie?"

"Yes!"

A bit more pressure and he managed to get both fingers inside her. But she was so tight, his dick was out of the question in this position. Of course, there was always the back seat of his car.

Sucking in a deep, deep breath, he withdrew his fingers and straightened. "Come with me, baby. I don't want to fuck you in an alley."
Okay, I do, but it's not happening.
"We'll go somewhere where we can get comfortable."

She hesitated for less than a second before nodding. He grinned and took her hand.

His back hit something hard. Maybe another brick wall? Not that they had a habit of sprouting out of pavement.

"This 'price' for silence—who pays it for you?" A heavy hand dropped onto his shoulder and the smooth accent drizzled down his spine. Which would be cool if it was another chick. But there was no mistaking Seb for a woman. The big man slapped his hands against the wall, caging both him and Jami. "I stood back, ready to let this go at the 'kissing and a bit of touching' you asked for. But what kind of man would I be to let you take advantage of Mr. Richter's daughter and not say a word?"

Luke swallowed and looked down at Jami. The lust-filled haze that had stolen her away had faded. She looked nervous—not that he blamed her. Seb must have gotten some flak about those pictures. What if he told Richter to get on his good side? To protect his career?

No. Seb wouldn’t do that.

You sure about that, Carter?

"Seriously, man. We're teammates." Luke gave Seb a weak smile. "That's got to count for something?"

Seb's lips slit into a cold smile as his hand curved around the nape of Luke's neck. "Yes, it does. I'll stop before you ask me to. You're not ready for all I want from you, but I'm patient."

Before
I
ask him to? Is he fucking high?
Blocking Jami with his body, just in case the man
had
lost it, Luke turned to face him. "Look, buddy. I don't know how they do things in LA, but here, straight men don't suck cock.
Comprende
?"

"Can you look me in the eyes when you say that, Luke?" Seb took hold of Luke's collar and used it to jerk him forward. "Tell me a 'straight man' would react the way you did when I touched you inside the club. That he would hold still as I rub against him and make it clear how I want to use his body."

His dick was already hard. Because of Jami. And it stayed that way because she was right behind him, wet and ready. His balls tightened because he wanted to get rid of this guy and continue where he'd left off. Seb didn’t turn him on, he . . .
 
he freaked him out. But, damn it, he had to do something to shut him up.

I know who I'm into. If the guy wants to get his rocks off by groping me again, what-fucking-ever.
Seb was pretty big. He wouldn't be able to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. Like . . . his ass clenched. A total don't-go-there reaction.

"A straight man would tell you to go fuck yourself. And I'm telling you exactly that." Luke reached back and Jami grabbed his hand. "But you've got me, so do what you've
gotta
, man. Squeeze my fucking ass and get it over with. But I
ain't
putting your dick in my mouth."

"You will do as I say, Luke." A swift motion and Seb had his hand in Luke's hair, jerking his head back painfully, his dark eyes narrow as he leaned down. "We can start with a kiss."

Luke twisted and winced. The man wasn't letting go. "I'd
rather
suck your dick."

Seb smiled. "Well, I am willing to negotiate."

* * * *

"Maybe I should leave the two of you to discuss this." Jami tried not to sound bitter, but she was woman enough to admit defeat. Sebastian wanted Luke. Not her. She’d almost felt guilty when Sebastian had stepped up behind Luke, but he hadn’t look jealous, like most men would when catching another man with their woman. Hell, he hadn’t looked at her at all. She slipped out from behind Luke, tossing back. "Don’t worry, Sebastian won’t say anything."

"Mi cielo."

Her knees locked. Her spine went stiff. She fisted her hands by her sides and kept her back to the men. "What?"

Steady footsteps behind her. Fingers slipped through hers as Sebastian spoke quietly. "You didn't truly believe I would let you go so easily?"

Spinning around, she stared at him. "Why would you want me when you have him? I saw you together in there! You—"

"You told me you did not want to be 'exclusive'."

"Yeah, but—"

"From what I saw out here, you obviously meant it." His brow furrowed slightly. "Should I assume that you are no longer interested in me?"

"No!"

"What the fuck, you two are together?" Luke's sharp tone cut through the silence of the alley as he moved towards them, stopping close enough for her to catch the glare of the streetlights in his narrowed eyes. "Were you fucking playing me? What are you, bait? Giving him a way to blackmail me into letting him fuck me?"

Jami sneered.
In denial much?
"He doesn't need to blackmail you for that."

"I'm not a fucking fag—I mean, not that being queer or . . . fuck, whatever's PC, is a bad thing.
 
No offense." Luke's cheeks were blotchy red as he glanced up at Sebastian who simply gave him a blank look. "You're gay. And you don't want people to know. I'm good with that. And flattered, really, but—"

"Niño." Sebastian's jaw hardened when Luke opened his mouth. Still holding on to Jami, he crowded Luke back towards the wall. "Be. Silent."

Luke drew in a noisy breath and clamped his lips together.

"I am about as gay as you are a Dom. No, perhaps slightly more, but that is irrelevant. Think carefully before you argue." Sebastian turned to her now and his grip on her hand tightened. "Why are you here?"

She winced. He obviously wasn't thrilled that she
was
here. And she didn't think it was because he'd caught her with Luke. "I needed to see what this was all about. To see if I was ready . . . ."

Sebastian nodded slowly and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you?"

"Yes."

Clearing his throat, Luke slowly moved away from them. "Glad you two worked that out. I should go."

"You are no longer interested in Jami buying your silence?" Sebastian didn't physically block Luke's escape route, wasn’t really holding Jami in place anymore, but something in his stance made either of them budging an inch seem like a bad idea. "I would hate to think I ruined things for you both tonight."

"You didn't—I mean, it was just a . . . ." Luke scuffed his shoes on the pavement and rubbed his hands on his leathers as he met her eyes like he wasn’t sure she’d want Sebastian to know about their game. "You know that, right?"

Fuck. Playing with him had been a bad idea on so many levels.
"
Dammit
, Luke. You seriously think I’m going to let him believe any of that was real?”

"I don’t know."

"Give me some fucking credit." Her face heated up as Sebastian arched a brow at her. “We were playing a game and . . . we got a bit carried away. But after seeing the two of you in there, I needed to . . . .”

"You needed to be part of it, mi cielo." Sebastian kissed her throat and eased her back against the wall. "You still do."

She shook her head, but he put his finger over her lips before she could speak.

"I want to see you as you were—so close to complete surrender." He moved to the side, head tilted slightly as he studied Luke. "Can you bring her to that point again, or are you so eager to leave?"

Luke's tongue trailed his bottom lip. "She's your woman—"

"Tonight, she is
our
woman." Sebastian's tone changed, taking on an alluring quality, pacing her pulse, seeming to control the way she drew in each breath. As Luke approached her, his inhale and exhale matched hers. Sebastian caged them together once again and they both stopped breathing as he whispered in Luke's ear. "Get her ready for us, semental."

 
Hot lips covered hers. Bricks dug into her back as Luke pressed against her. She couldn't help but respond to the wild passion in his kiss, even though it was so
so
wrong. The man she wanted had given her to another. Was guiding his hands to her breasts, to her cunt, curving his fingers into her. She whimpered as two fingers thrust deep, one Luke's, one Sebastian's. She could feel how Sebastian's was slightly longer, thicker, while Luke's was rougher. And they touched all the right spots. And she knew it was because of Sebastian.

For a moment it was almost as though Luke wasn't between them at all.

"Sebastian . . . ." She moaned as the sizzling pressure built up within, reached out, needing to touch him.

A gruff sound escaped Luke as he raked his fingers into her hair. He stared into her eyes as he sucked on her bottom lip. His finger thrust in deep as he bit down hard. The metallic taste of her blood came with the flick of his tongue.

He smiled against her lips. "A little kinky?"

"
Mmm
." She let her lips part and arched up to him, loving the feral way he kissed her, as though he'd lost all control. "Just a little."

"I want you, Jami. I want to fuck you so bad—
God!
" He kissed her again, moving so he was flush against her, so she could feel Sebastian's hand sliding down over the bulge between them. She cupped his face in her hands as he groaned and his eyes snapped open. "I can't—"

"Stop thinking about it." She
panted
as the thrust of his finger became erratic and Sebastian's slick finger slipped over her clit. Her thighs shook as the sensations pooled into a fiery undercurrent of pleasure. As Sebastian stroked Luke's cock, she felt tension in his kiss. He shook his head and his lips left hers.

"Can't. Wrong—"

"No it's not!" Jami dug her nails into his shoulders as his head dropped back. Her eyes met Sebastian's seconds before he claimed Luke's lips. Everything within clamped down and her eyes
teared
as Luke's fingers went still. The dull throb of denial was almost painful, but she held in her protests. Something had changed, and suddenly, it didn't feel like Sebastian was sharing her with Luke. It felt like . . . like she was sharing Luke with Sebastian. He could have her easy, she'd made that very clear.

But Luke . . . he couldn't have Luke without her. And he wanted them both.

Her lips curved as she brought her mouth to Luke's throat and slid her hand up over his chest.

* * * *

Luke groaned into Seb's mouth and fought to resume the steady pumping of his fingers into Jami's snug, wet slit, but the pressure on his lips and his dick stole any control he had over his own body. The gentle kisses running up his throat made him shiver, such a fucking sweet contrast to the almost violent way Seb was kissing him.

Damn it,
Seb
was kissing him. He should stop him. Should knock him on his ass and beat the shit out of him—or at least get in a few good shots before Seb had a chance to get back up—but not just yet. No one had kissed him like this in a long time. Sometimes it felt like he was that guy with the hooker in Pretty Woman. His money made him good enough to fuck, but not to kiss.

You're letting a dude kiss you, Carter!
His brain kicked into high gear and his hand fisted at his side.

Soft slender fingers worked his fist open. Jami's hips dipped forward, urging his thick, clumsy fingers in deeper. Torn between mind-numbing desire and self-loathing, nothing he did seemed right. What would a girl like Jami want with a guy like him when she had a guy like Seb?

Hell, he couldn't even figure out why
Seb
would want him. Or why he gave a shit either way.

A low growl rumbled from Seb's massive chest, ripping Luke from his wondering thoughts as it vibrated straight down his spine. The man tasted like some kind of dark, foreign beer, which Luke never liked until he learned not to guzzle it down just to see how fast he could get wasted. Those bruising lips were slightly salty with sweat. And hot. So goddamn hot.

The kiss gentled just as Seb drew away and Luke made a rough sound in his throat as he latched onto the collar of Seb's shirt. No matter how messed up this all was, he wasn't ready for it to end.