Broken Play (18 page)

“Danny, I think I know what you've been going through. After all, isn't it the same thing I've been going through?”

“No,” he said belligerently. “It isn't. You were violently assaulted, almost raped. I'm the one who didn't do anything about it. I let them go. I played ball with them. I ignored what they did for my own personal gain.”

“Didn't I do the same?” Marian asked. “We made choices. And we talked about it at the time. We both agreed they were the only choices we had.” She put her finger against his lips to prevent a response. She just needed him to think right now. “Today things might be different. People would listen. But back then? No. We were on our own.” She pulled one of his hands up to her cheek. “You have always been there for me. I need you to be here for me now.” She looked into his beautiful brown eyes for a moment, eyes that were tormented by memories. “I know what you want. It's what we all want. And it's not wrong, Danny. Not here. Not now. Not like this. Let your first time be with me.”

“I ain't no fucking virgin,” Danny said in disgust.

“You are with multiple partners, aren't you?” she asked quietly. “But you've always wanted it, just like me.”

“Is that what you want to hear?” His voice was harsh, and he yanked his hand away from her cheek. “That when I walked in and saw what was going on, I was turned on? I thought it was hot? Some hero I am, right?”

“But once you realized what was really happening, that I wasn't a willing participant, you didn't think it was hot anymore, did you? You were furious. You came to my rescue. Those feelings you had when you first walked in? That was normal. If it had been a situation like this, my choice, my friends and lovers, then you'd have been absolutely right. It would have been hot and a turn-on.”

“Jesus, Marian, they were about to rape you,” he said in a strangled voice. “And that turned me on.”

“Not the rape,” she said firmly. “The thought of me with a group of guys.” He looked away, his lips tight and thin.

“Can I step in?” Tom asked, hesitation in his voice.

“I don't need some damn rookie's opinion on how fucked up I am,” Danny snapped.

“Good, because that's not what I was going to say,” Tom replied calmly. “What I was going to say was that I've never done anything remotely like this. I had one girlfriend in college and that is the only person I have ever had sex with.”

All eyes in the room turned to him. Everyone else looked as incredulous as Marian. “But you're so sweet, and smart, and cute,” she protested.

“Not because I didn't have offers,” Tom told her honestly. “I just didn't want to. My family was pretty strict, and sex was relegated to marriage. I thought I was going to marry that girl.”

“What happened?” Marian asked, turning to him. She leaned back against Danny, and was relieved when his arms came around her and held her to him.

“Nothing dramatic,” Tom said with a shrug. “We were just going through the motions. She didn't want to marry an NFL player. Didn't want that life. Didn't want me off fucking other women while she sat at home.”

“But you wouldn't,” Beau said. “You just said you didn't.”

“No, I wouldn't. Not because I was crazy in love with her, but because I was scared of my own desires, you know? I wanted it all. I didn't think I could have it, or should have it. But after seeing you guys, I think I can. We're talking straight, right?” He looked around, blushing. “I was afraid to ask a girl to try some kinky stuff. I'm not much of a lover. FYI.”

“I think I might be a little in love with you at this moment,” Tyler told him. “It will probably pass because you like science fiction way too much, but we should take advantage of it.”

Behind her Danny chuckled, and Marian actually got breathless thinking this was really going to work. “Rookie and his damn
Doctor Who
marathons,” he said.

“Well,” Tyler said flatly. “I'm openly bisexual and love a good orgy. So you know I'm in.”

“Wait,” Tom asked, a little panicked. “Who's getting fucked?”

“We all are,” Marian said with a grin. “But mostly me.”

Marian turned back to Danny and her hands went to her belt. Cass's heart was beating triple-time in his chest. He wasn't really sure how he was going to handle watching Marian with other guys. He loved to watch her with Beau, but Beau was different because he belonged to Cass, just like Marian. When they were together, they were all together. These guys were friends, trusted friends—at least Marian trusted Danny—but they weren't part of what he and Beau and Marian had. She didn't belong to them.

Beau slid behind him and wrapped his arms around Cass's waist tightly. “I'm crazy turned on at the thought of watching her with other guys,” he whispered in Cass's ear. “That's fucked up, right?”

He'd caught Cass unawares, and his words produced a mental image of Marian and Danny fucking, black skin against white in the candlelight, and suddenly Cass couldn't wait to see it. Couldn't wait to watch Marian get what she wanted, to watch other guys worship and covet what he owned. It was ridiculously caveman, the idea of owning her, but it worked for him. The other side of that coin was that she owned him, too. Body and soul.

“We are both seriously fucked up,” he whispered back. He slid his hand back around to Beau's hip and pulled him in tight, so he could feel his erection pressed against his ass. He wasn't sure what he and Beau were going to do, but they were both already so worked up, chances were they were going to be blowing each other before Marian had her first orgasm.

Marian opened her coat and flashed Danny with a seductive little smile. “Think you can do this?” she asked, the innuendo and invitation in the question obvious to everyone.

The air seemed to get sucked out of the room as they all waited for Danny's response. He reached out and pushed the coat over her shoulders and she let it slide down and off, onto the floor in a puddle at her feet. “Yeah,” he said. “I can definitely do this.” He put his hands on her hips and leaned over and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, “With a little help.” The he snapped his gaze up to hers and asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she told him, giving him a sexy little smile and caressing his shaved head. “I am definitely sure I want to be done.”

Tom looked a little out of his element, but Tyler didn't need instructions. He walked over and picked up Marian's coat and handed it back to Tom. “Put that someplace,” he told him. Then he went to his knees beside Marian and reached for her foot. “The heels have to come off. I've been stilettoed before and it's not fun or sexy. Lift.” She lifted her foot with a laugh, clinging to Danny while he wrapped his arms completely around her. Tyler slid first one shoe and then the other off, handing them to Tom as well.

“I kind of liked the shoes,” Tom complained.

“You can have your own adventures some other time,” Tyler said. “Nights like this are all about compromise.” He didn't stand up, but stayed on his knees, stroking her from the small of her back, down over her buttocks, and then the back of her leg. Cass saw Marian shiver at the slow caress. “You are gorgeous,” Tyler said in awe. “When you flashed us earlier, I knew it then. But getting this close to you…” He leaned in and sniffed her skin and then licked her hip. “Amazing.”

“I think Tyler is very good at this,” Beau said. “I'm going to enjoy watching you.”

“You're going to do more than watch,” Marian said. “But not yet. I want these hands”—she wrapped her arm around Danny's neck and placed a hand over Tyler's on her hip—“to give me pleasure first.”

“Your wish is my command,” Tyler said. He stood up and looked at Danny. “Ready?”

Danny blew out a nervous breath. “Yeah, I think I am. I hope I am.”

“Be more confident,” Tom said, coming over to stand next to Tyler. “I'm nervous as hell, but let's do this.”

“Standing against the wall?” Tyler asked, as if that were perfectly acceptable.

“Table,” Danny said. He picked Marian up as if she weighed nothing, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, laughing. Cass suddenly realized that she hadn't stopped smiling in the last five minutes. Her excitement was contagious. Tom was smiling and so was Tyler. Danny might take a little more time. He was so intense every minute of every day.

Danny set her ass down on the end of the table. “Or do you want a bed?” he asked, unsure.

“Table,” she answered. “More exciting that way.” She giggled and looked over her shoulder at Cass and Beau, winking.

“Whatever you want, sugar,” Cass said. “You got me all wound up.”

“I want them to see you,” she said, and Cass knew what she meant, knew it without her saying more, but she did anyway. “You and Beau.”

“All right,” Beau said, all casual, like it wasn't a big deal. He let go of Cass and stripped his shirt off over his head while all the other guys watched. “That okay with you guys?” he asked. They'd all dressed up a little tonight, with nice shirts and dress slacks. Beau'd been wearing a royal-blue polo. Cass loved him in blue.

“Um, sure,” Tom said. “Not like we haven't all seen each other bare-assed in the locker room.” Cass almost laughed at how nervous he was. He had no idea what he was getting into, but he was game.

Cass stripped off his clothes, right down to his birthday suit, not caring at all about his hard-on in front of these guys. They were all going to be sharing quite a lot soon enough. He might as well start. Beau stepped up next to him, as naked as he was, and Cass didn't hesitate to touch his arm, getting his attention before he kissed him. It was slow and deep, leaving no question as to what he and Beau had been up to lately. He really needed to stake a claim on someone right now, and Marian was off-limits.

“Oh, yeah,” Marian practically growled. “You know I love that.”

“You are quite possibly the perfect woman,” Tyler told her. “Run away with me.”

“Nope,” she told him. “But you can use me at your leisure.”

“Yep,” Tom said. “Perfect.”

Beau thought he'd be nervous. But when Cass kissed him with everyone watching, he got so turned on he started to shake. The stuff he wanted to do was crazy. Watch Marian fuck other guys, let other guys watch Cass fuck him. But damn if tonight didn't make it all seem right.

“Everyone else,” Marian said, and Beau pulled away from Cass, his lips wet from the kiss and throbbing in time with his dick. He was never going to last.

Tyler casually unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. Tom watched him, then took a deep breath and pulled his off over his head. They both looked over at Danny.

“What?” Danny said. “We have to do it like a Chippendales lineup or something? Don't you all wait on me.”

“Okay.” Tyler shrugged and kicked off his shoes. He was the exception tonight, wearing his signature jeans, and he began to unbutton them. Tom hesitated, blushing again.

“You said it yourself,” Cass told him. “Isn't anything we haven't seen already.”

“Well, there's something you haven't seen,” Tom told him, “since I don't usually walk around the locker room sporting wood.”

“I've got one that works, too,” Cass said, looking down at his dick standing at attention. “So I'm not impressed. Do what the lady asks.”

“Unless it really makes you uncomfortable,” Marian added with an irritated look at Cass. “Tonight isn't about that. It's about having fun and doing what we've always wanted to do.”

“Right,” Tom said. “But I have to admit walking around a room full of guys with an erection was not on my list. At least, not yesterday.”

“And today?” Tyler asked, tossing his jeans onto the nearest chair. His body was so perfect that Cass almost regretted letting Marian see him naked.
Sports Illustrated
would definitely be calling him for the body issue. He glanced over at Beau, with his beautiful skin decorated with those black tattoos. All right, Tyler wasn't as gorgeous as Beau. But Beau was
not
posing for
SI
.

“Today I'm all about trying something new,” Tom said. He stripped off his pants and then his boxer briefs, laying them over the same chair Tyler's clothes were on. He was pale next to Tyler and Marian with their tan skin, but next to Danny's dark skin he practically glowed. Cass sort of liked the balance they made, not that he'd tell them that. The guys probably wouldn't be happy to know he was looking that closely. “Are we going to compare dicks?” Tom joked. “I always wanted to do that.”

“Well, somebody's lost his shy,” Tyler teased.

Marian pushed Danny away and grabbed Tom's hand, pulling him up to the table and between her legs. “You snooze, you lose,” she told Danny. She smiled up at Tom. “Okay, gorgeous. What do you want to do to me first?”

“Aren't you in charge?” Tom asked, glancing nervously over at Cass and Beau.

“The lady's in charge,” Cass told him.

“And the lady is asking you what you'd like to do to her,” Marian repeated.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Not what I was expecting,” Marian said, “but absolutely. Where?”

“Here?” Tom answered with a question.

“I meant where on my body do you want to kiss me?” Marian asked. Cass thought she was being really patient with the kid, but he'd better step up soon or Cass was putting Tyler in his place. The kid had no game, and Marian needed more than a body tonight. She needed men who desired her and treated her like a precious thing to be treasured, not a general directing her troops. She needed a safe place to surrender, and strong arms to hold her when she did.

“Right here,” Tom said, rubbing his thumb along her lower lip. “I want to taste you here first.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that,” Marian said. “And then where?”

“It depends on whether you're a good girl or not,” Tom told her. He was focused completely on her, ignoring everyone else in the room. That seemed to have settled him down, and he was lining up his play at last.

“Not,” Marian whispered against his lips.

“Right answer,” he whispered back, and then he kissed her, and what a kiss. It looked like a Hollywood kiss, the way he took her in his arms and sort of dipped her sideways, her head snug in the bend of his arm, his other hand cupping her cheek. Marian slid her hands slowly up and over his shoulders until her arms were wrapped around his torso. When the kiss finally ended she was staring at Tom like he'd hung the moon.

“That bit about not being much of a lover?” she told him. “A complete and utter lie.”

Tom chuckled. “Maybe. A bit. I don't know. Tonight you're going to let me do the things I never had the guts or the right girl for.”

“I'm the right girl,” Marian purred.

“You sure are, sugar,” Cass said. He walked over and leaned one hand on the table as he kissed her shoulder. “I want to watch them make wicked, kinky love to you.”

“Like you do?” she asked, tipping her head back and looking at him upside down.

“Yep,” Cass said, “but with a few more dicks for your added enjoyment.”

“I like the way you think.” Marian reached back and pressed her finger to his lips, and he opened up and sucked the tip. She tasted salty and her nail was sharp.

“Oh,” she gasped, yanking her hand away. Cass looked up and Tom was kissing her breast, sucking on her nipple.

“She likes that,” Cass told him. “Make it rough. She really wants to feel it.”

Marian moaned and Cass stepped away. He'd asserted his ownership enough. The kid knew who she really belonged to; he knew what his job was. Cass looked over at Danny, who was still dressed. He motioned Beau to follow and walked over. “Need some help?” he asked, stepping behind Danny. He slid his hands under his shirt and pressed his palms against his back and Danny jerked away like he'd been burned.

“No, man,” he said quickly. “I can do it.”

“I'll help, too,” Tyler said with a devilish grin. “No trouble.”

“I got it,” Danny said firmly. He pulled his black, silk T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Then he yanked open his belt, almost as if it were a challenge he was determined to win. He slid off his loafers and then his dress pants followed. When he was naked, he stood there with his arms crossed, glaring at Cass. Cass put his hands up in the air, surrendering.

“Just trying to get the party started,” Cass told him. “She wants you, and I want to give you to her.”

“I'm giving myself to her,” Danny told him belligerently.

“Either way,” Cass said, trying not to snap in irritation. “As long as she gets what she needs.”

“I don't understand you two,” Danny said quietly, frowning at him and Beau. “I get her, why she wants it. But you? I thought you were in love with her.”

“I am.”

“So am I,” Beau said.

“Then why let other guys fuck her?” Danny was genuinely confused, going by the look on his face.

“Because we love her,” Cass said simply. “We want her to heal, we want her to be happy. We want her to always have what she wants. And right now, this is what she wants, what she needs. So it's what we want.” He glanced over at Marian, where both Tom and Tyler were now caressing her and kissing her on her neck and shoulders and breasts. “She's beautiful. I love to see her like this. Don't you?”

Danny looked, then shook his head and looked away.

“No?” Cass asked, frowning. He'd thought Danny was into it, but maybe he was wrong.

“No.” Danny shook his head again. “That's not what I meant. I just never thought I'd see her like this, you know? I don't know how she can do it. That night…man, I thought she'd never get over it. She shook for a week, damn near had a panic attack whenever she saw any of those guys. And they held it over her, those fuckers.” He was whispering, his voice low and angry. Marian couldn't hear what they were saying. Tom and Tyler had her distracted, and she was laughing with them as they explored each other. “They knew her old man had chosen them over her and they never let her forget it. I had to stick close to her night and day after that, 'cause if I didn't, they would have had her, man. They would have done it again, knowing they'd get away with it. Her dad put a great big target on her back and he didn't give a shit.” Danny was looking away from them all, staring at the wall across the room.