Golden Dancer (13 page)

“Are you okay, Mac?”

Those turquoise eyes gazed at him with so much affection, it took Mac’s breath. “Yeah, sorry. Just trying to catch up with myself.”

The dancer smiled. “It’s got to be a lot to take in, love. Just let me know if you want to talk.” He gently touched Mac’s hand, and even that soft caress sent fire through every nerve. Jesus, he was gone on this man.

Gone. That’s what Trelain would be tomorrow. Gone back to New York, leaving Mac to…what? Shit, he didn’t want to think about it.

Trelain walked over to look at a collection of painted miniatures. Mac stared at him and then back at Daniel. He didn’t want to admit it. He was pretty attracted to the big man too. Jesus, who wouldn’t be, male or female? It was easy to understand how the guy made his fortune. Scary smart and likable. You could watch people around him smile and laugh. He made everyone feel important because he seemed interested in them. And he trusted people to be their best selves. Mac shivered.
Get over yourself; the guy’s a thief. Just a damned sexy one.

Surreal. He was having an affair—no, a ménage for crap’s sake—with a man he thought was a thief. A man who’d likely broken the law, and Mac was determined to prove it, at least enough to write about it. And yet that didn’t seem to stop him from letting the guy suck his cock. And Jeeee-zus, could that man suck! Not even Trelain was as good. His dick was hooked.

Who’d have ever thought, after a lifetime of barely caring about sex, that he’d let the little man down there control his brain? But that was the problem. As Debbie liked to tell him, sex is a powerful force, and if you don’t give it space, it’s likely to come bite you in the butt. His butt had big teeth marks. Maybe literally as well as figuratively. He didn’t know whether to be pleased or embarrassed. Some of both.

A big hand gripped his shoulder. “You hungry? Let’s go get some lunch.”

Daniel guided him out the door as Trelain fell in beside him. Mac could see the disappointment on patrons’ faces at the loss of that vision. Outside, Daniel pointed up some stairs. “You like fish? Let’s go up to the Fishery.” Mac pulled back. The Fishery was a favorite hangout for him and his friends. He could see someone he knew.

Daniel cocked his head. “Don’t like it?”

“No, it’s not that…” Oh hell, he was a reporter. He could easily explain away his association. The other two could be the couple. “Actually, I love fish.”

The big man smiled, and something in those dark eyes suggested he knew just why Mac was hesitating to go into the popular restaurant.

Inside the casual dining place, Mac glanced at the crowd at the bar, all watching sports on big-screen TVs. Whew. Home free. No one he knew. The hostess walked them past the loud beer-drinking group to the dining area in back on an enclosed porch. The three walls of glass gave a spectacular view of the quaint town and the ocean beyond. They took a table in the corner and ordered mahi-mahi sandwiches all around at Daniel’s suggestion.

Trelain laid a hand on both their arms. “Thank you both for showing me this lovely town. I like it so much.”

Daniel smiled. “In the summer they have some great art festivals. One is like a flashback to the sixties. It’s a lot of fun. We’ll have to go.”

Mac felt…what? Jealousy? Confusion? Would he still be with them in the summer? Did he want to be? Could he bear the idea of Trelain in Laguna but not seeing him? Touching him?

Trelain raised that long-fingered hand from Mac’s arm to his cheek. “What’s wrong,
malysh
?”

“Nothing.” Mac glanced around and shook his head. Trelain’s smile faded, and he pulled back his hand. Shit, he’d hurt him. Mac reached for his hand. “I’m sorry, Trelain.” He looked up. No, God. Straight ahead, in the main part of the bar, Debbie stared at him from her table with two other friends. Had she just arrived? She had to have seen. He pulled his hand away like he’d been burned and stared down at the table. Maybe she wouldn’t be there when he looked up. The waiter arrived with their sandwiches.

He wanted to walk out the door, but it was already too late. He knew Debbie was totally zoned in. Plus, he wasn’t sure he could leave Trelain on his last night. Mac’s lips already ached to be kissed, and his cock remembered so well what it felt like in the man’s tight heat. He’d already hurt the dancer’s feelings by being an uptight idiot. If he chickened out and left, the dancer would never forgive him, with good reason. And he’d leave the field to Terrebone.

“Hi, Mac. Fancy seeing you here.” He looked up at his rat friend and knew his face was as red as her hair.

“Hi, Debbie.”

She didn’t wait to see if he was going to get his act together. With a huge smile, she extended her hand to Trelain. “Hi, I’m Debbie Malcolm, Mac’s erstwhile best friend.”

Trelain rose and flashed a smile that would have given heart failure to half the population of Laguna. “Oh, I am honored and delighted to meet you, Debbie. My name is Trelain.”

She grinned. “Of course, I know who you are, Mr. Medveyev.”

“Just Trelain.”

“Just Trelain.” She turned her green laser eyes on Daniel. “Hi, I’m Debbie.”

He flashed the pearly whites. “I’m Daniel. Do you live in Laguna, Debbie?”

“Yes, just up the street from Mac. Do you?”

So, she didn’t know who this was. He really wanted to see her expression. “Deb, this is Daniel Terrebone. I’m sure you’ve heard his name.”

Her eyes only widened slightly, making her an unofficial member of the Actor’s Studio. “Of course. I’m delighted to meet you.”

Trelain grabbed a chair from the next table. “Please, won’t you join us?”

She glanced at Mac evilly, then smiled back at Trelain. “Thank you, but my friends and I are just having a quick beer while we get carryout. I’m delighted to have met both of you. Mac, I’ll see you tomorrow maybe. You can catch me up on your story, okay?” She gave him a slight wink and a wave. “Bye, now.”

When she left, Daniel cocked his head. “Story?”

Think fast, MacAllister. “Yes, I told her about the profile of Trelain.” That wasn’t exactly a lie.

Trelain carefully ate the fish filling of his sandwich with a knife and fork, leaving the bread behind. Mac glanced up and saw Debbie leave with their friends. Whew. He took a huge bite of fish, bread, tomato, lettuce, and an excess of ketchup, nodding toward Trelain as he chewed. “Why aren’t you eating the whole thing? And your french fries are going to waste.”

Trelain carefully wiped his mouth. So fastidious. “I have eaten myself into oblivion the last two days, and I haven’t danced a step. I will soon be a hippopotamus such as the ones made famous in Mr. Disney’s film.”

Mac almost spit sandwich across the table at the vision of a two-thousand-pound Trelain in a tutu. “Not likely. Your body is perfect.”

The turquoise eyes pinned him. “Thank you, Mac. I am delighted you think so.”

Daniel leaned in. “Besides, you burn a lot of calories having sex, so that means you’re probably operating at a deficit.”

This time Mac did spit a little.

Daniel’s voice got even silkier. “And when Mac and I are done with you tonight, you’re going to need multiple plates of french fries just to fit in your tights.”

Mac practically came in his pants. Trelain stared at Daniel. Their eyes held. Trelain carefully put down his knife and fork and slipped both hands under the table. Mac felt a hot hand on his thigh, dangerously close to the nearly exploding cock. He assumed Daniel was getting the same treatment because the man’s nearly black eyes got glassy. Trelain’s voice was a whisper. “I think I need to lose weight right now. I can’t wait another minute.”

Daniel grabbed his wallet, threw money on the table, and guided Trelain toward the door with Mac following behind trying to hide his erection by slouching so his cargo shorts bagged. But even if the whole world saw, he had to get this burning dick into Trelain, and he had to do it fast.

Chapter Fifteen

The six-block walk to Daniel’s estate felt like sixty, but finally they pushed the front door open and passed the unflappable butler as they raced down the hall to the bedroom. The man didn’t even grin. Not a quiver. That was self-control! Mac had zero at the moment.

Inside the bedroom, Daniel grabbed Trelain by the shoulders and pulled him in close. “You want to fuck me, baby?”

Whoa. Daniel, bottom? Didn’t seem like the type. Clearly, Mac’s cock loved the idea, and if it wasn’t hard as nails before, now it actually hurt.

Trelain stood on tiptoe, a uniquely graceful gesture in his case, and kissed Daniel’s carved lips. “Been waiting for you to ask, my sweet. Now, why don’t you beg a little?”

Daniel’s dark eyes crinkled. “Would that please you, beautiful one?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You want Mac to hear me beg you to put that lovely cock deep in my ass? Is that it?”

“Oh my, yes.”

His face got very serious. “You know how much I love you to fuck me, don’t you, baby? I crave it. When I’m sitting in business meetings, making deals for another billion dollars, I’ll be thinking only about your beautiful cock buried inside me. I beg you, Trelain, fuck me until I can’t stand up. Until my hole hurts, until it weeps for you morning and night. Please, baby. Please.” Trelain grabbed the big man and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Mac thought his mouth must be hanging open. Daniel begging? Shit, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and that was saying a lot lately. He had to get his shorts off. Just the feel of the fabric on his oversensitized cockhead was making him crazy.

When Trelain pulled back from the kiss, he looked over his shoulder. “And you will fuck me, right, Mac?”

Oh crap, that was it! He started ripping his shorts off to give his pulsing erection some space to breathe.

Daniel laughed. “I believe our Mac is enthusiastic about this idea.”

Trelain reached a hand way up to Daniel’s hair and tightened his fingers in the thick silver locks. “Get undressed and on your hands and knees, big man.”

Mac watched with his cock pointing toward the ceiling as Daniel—there was no other word for it—obeyed. With a minimum of movement, the man tore off his shorts and print shirt, clambered onto the bed, and pushed his high, tight butt in the air as his face hit the coverlet. Jesus, Mac wanted to shove his cock in that puckered hole, but he hadn’t been invited.

The only one still dressed, Trelain leaned over and kissed that waiting ass. He spread the ass cheeks farther and slipped his tongue into the valley. Mac moved closer. Jesus, he couldn’t breathe. He’d heard of such a practice, but he was a guy who’d never even seen gay porno. What would it feel like to have someone’s soft, wet tongue around that sensitive area? Oh, Jesus, it had to feel so good.

Terrebone was moaning and bobbing his butt toward Trelain’s questing tongue. The dancer pulled back. “Get me the lube and condoms, Mac. And get some for you too. Hurry.”

The beautiful, effeminate man was downright pushy, and Mac had to admit he loved it. He rushed to the side table, grabbed the goods, and returned, not wanting to miss one swipe of that tongue.

Trelain stepped back and pulled off his own shorts and T-shirt, leaving him in underwear that was little more than a dark blue string showcasing his impossibly powerful buttocks. His cock was so hard, it had escaped the top of the thong, and its weeping red head, thrust from its hood, stuck up over the waistband. Mac just couldn’t resist. He fell onto his knees and began to lick the precum off that head like it was his own Popsicle. How do you get addicted to a taste in just a day?

Trelain caressed his hair, then pulled Mac back. “We have some fucking to do, malysh.” He took the lube and condoms from Mac’s hand, pulled off the thong, and fitted a rubber onto himself. He handed one to Mac. “Can’t wait for that big thing in me.”

That got him moving. Mac fitted on his own condom as he watched Trelain pour lube on his fingers and insert two into Daniel’s ass. A deep moan was his reward. The dancer leaned over that long back. “You like it, bolshoi chelovek?”

Daniel thrashed his head. “More please. A lot more.”

Trelain chuckled. “If you want a lot more, I should really ask Mac to fuck you. That big thing of his is so brilliant.”

Mac froze. Did he want that? He’d been dreaming of fucking Daniel only minutes before, but was he serious? And if he fucked Daniel, then Trelain would…

Trelain gave him a wink. “But I am selfish. I want that big thing in my ass, so you don’t get that much more today, sweetheart.”

Daniel raised his head from the mattress. “Trelain, stop teasing and fuck me.”

Smack
. The dancer’s hand slapped hard against Daniel’s butt, leaving a reddening mark. “I am giving the orders today, big man. And Russian orders must be obeyed.”

Daniel smiled, but meekly returned his head to the mattress. “Yes, darling.”

Trelain wiped his hand on the red mark in slow circles. “Ach, you think my orders are amusing?”
Smack
. The sound reverberated through the big bedroom, off the white walls decorated with beautiful paintings.

“No, no, I’ll do anything; just please fuck me, please.”

The dancer glanced at Mac again as his hand worked his own cock with lube. “Doesn’t he beg sweetly, Mac-Kenzie?”

Mac could barely nod his head. What would it feel like to be spanked that way? Too many new sensations and possibilities.

And in one fast move, Trelain fitted his uncut cock to Daniel’s hole and pushed in until his balls slapped against the bigger man’s ass.

Daniel screamed. “Yesssss.”

The dancer began to pump, one hand steadying himself on Daniel’s red butt. He thrust like a pile driver, making deep grunting noises.

Mac couldn’t move. Of course, he’d watched Daniel fuck Trelain, but in truth, he didn’t watch closely because it made him a little jealous, and he found himself wondering who Trelain liked to have fucking him more. But this—shit, this was riveting. The cock sliding in and out of that hole, watching it expand and then stay open as Trelain pulled out to the tip then drove back in. What did it feel like? Daniel was going nuts, thrashing his head, pushing his hard butt back onto that driving cock.