Golden Dancer (16 page)

How could the man be so bossy and so submissive at the same time? Maybe it was the secret of his success? It sure as hell turned Mac on. He opened the bedside drawer to scramble for some condoms.

“No, I’ve seen your tests, you’ve seen mine. Just fuck me bareback. C’mon, Mac, I’m dying here.” He reached out the big, blunt-fingered hands covered in gel. Mac knelt on the bed and scooted forward so Daniel could grab him with both hands. Shit, he did that with enthusiasm, stroking the silky fluid up and down while Mac gritted his teeth and tried not to come. Daniel looked at his face. “Don’t you dare come till you’re in me. I gotta have it.” He dropped his head to the mattress and stuck that hard-muscled butt in the air. Talk about an offer Mac couldn’t refuse.

Mac positioned himself behind Daniel, centered his big cock on what seemed a too-small hole, and pushed. Oh, sweet God, hot and tight. Tighter than Trelain even. The billionaire didn’t bottom much, it seemed. Why did he want Mac to fuck him? Oh, who the fuck cared? Mac rammed his hips in hard, getting a deep, satisfied moan from Daniel.

“Oh yeah, I knew. Had to be this good. Oh God, Mac, that cock is like a treasure. Should keep it under lock and key. Just for me…and Trelain. Just for us.”

It was stupid to be proud, but he’d spent his life having women look at his big thing like it was an ugly, lethal weapon. He loved that Daniel thought it was special.

He pumped with even more enthusiasm, getting grunts and moans from his lover. Shit, he was doing this. So many years, so many failed affairs, with Mac never satisfied and feeling second-rate. But he could make this powerful man moan and writhe…and that gorgeous dancer loved having Mac fuck him. He’d spent his life hiding from who he was only to discover that the reality was finally full of satisfaction.

A soft wail escaped his throat to mix with the rising cries of Daniel. “Oh shit, Mac, give it to me. Give me all of it. I’ve dreamed of this every day. Oh God, fuck me… Don’t hold back. Harder, harder.”

Oh yeah, no need to be gentle. This big man wanted all he had to give, as hard as he could give it, his balls slapping a tattoo against Daniel’s bare ass.

“Oh, Mac, oh yeah, oh yeah…” Daniel arched his head back as he slammed his hard butt onto Mac’s cock while pumping his own dick. Then he let his head fall onto the mattress, chanting, “Oh God, oh God.”

Like a continuation of Daniel’s litany, Mac heard himself yell, “Ohhhhh!” Then all that was left was hot molten feeling pouring from his cock up his spine into his neck, until it felt like the top of his head was coming off. And he froze as a geyser poured straight into that hot ass. Oh God, so sweet. He fell over that smooth, muscled back, and both men collapsed to the bed.

A moment later, he heard a soft chuckle. “Man, your balls must be as huge as your cock, because my ass is gonna leak your cum until next week.”

How should he feel about that? Was that bad, uncomfortable?

Daniel twisted a little so he could put a hand on Mac’s face. “God, it feels so good. I’ve never been so full. I’m full of you.”

Mac stared into that beautiful face so surprisingly surrounded by that silver mane, then grinned. “Was I okay for a beginner?”

Daniel maneuvered them so they were lying side by side but turned slightly toward each other. “You’re a natural.”

Mac grinned.

“Actually, I’m not kidding. You are definitely gay, Mac. It’s amazing that you were able to suppress your natural desires and hide from everyone—including yourself—for so long.”

Mac nodded. Shit, that was the truth, and he still had to tell Devin.

Daniel caressed his face again. “But if you let us, I think Trelain and I can eliminate your amateur status very rapidly. After all, we wouldn’t want you to have to go looking for your loving when there’s so much to be had right here.”

“I thought about it.”

A crease appeared between Daniel’s eyebrows, which pleased Mac more than he wanted to admit.

Mac smiled. “Actually, I couldn’t imagine being with someone else. The thought kind of made me sick. I just want to be with Trelain…and you.”

The blue-black eyes bored into him. “Are you sure, Mac? I totally understand if you only want to be with Trelain. He’s an easy man to love. Of course, I’m not saying I’d step aside for you to have free access, but I would at least understand.”

Mac just stared for a minute. What was the truth? A subject he seemed to be having some trouble with these days. “No. I want you too. I didn’t know how much until today. I guess I told myself that I wanted Trelain, and to have him, you were…part of the package. But now I see it’s much more than that. I don’t understand completely, but I don’t want you to go away. Even if I could have Trelain without you, I…don’t think I would want that.”

Daniel chuckled. “Not exactly a ringing endorsement.” Mac started to speak, and the man held up a finger. “But I get it. You chose Trelain. I was thrust upon you. You saw me first as a rival, a thief of your man.” Mac cringed at the choice of words, but Daniel continued. “I’m happy you wanted to be with me today and that you even think that you might like to have it continue.” He moved in closer and licked the side of Mac’s neck, sending sparks straight to that big cock Mac thought would never move again. “And I hope to make it worth your while to keep me around.”

Suddenly, Mac was consumed by raging heat. He grabbed Daniel by the hair, which produced a sexy moan, and slammed his mouth down over those carved lips. Who knew he could get it up twice in one afternoon? But hell, he had a lot of lost time to make up for. And was he sleeping with the enemy? At the moment, he just didn’t give a shit.

Chapter Eighteen

He felt like jack shit. Daniel had called Mac that morning and asked him to come over to the beach house, saying he had a surprise. They had spent that fateful night two days ago at Mac’s, but yesterday had moved their marathon lovemaking over to the big beach house.

Marathon it was. Hell, Mac felt like a horny teenager, desperate to stick his cock in an available orifice, but in his case, only one orifice would do. Or two, really, but only one was available—Daniel’s ass. Mac seemed to be able to get it up again and again, and Terrebone never tired of taking everything his lover had to give. Yeah, and that would include his artifice, dissembling, and outright lies. No matter which way you looked at it, he was screwing Daniel Terrebone.

Last night, Mac had gone home. A story needed filing, and he really had to check in on what data had come in from Von Berg. He was ashamed to admit he’d been relieved when his private e-mail account had shown no new messages from the German. Then Daniel had called early this morning.

When Mac arrived at the estate, the butler had said Mr. Terrebone was on the phone and had taken Mac directly to a bright, airy room at the opposite end of the hall that looked out on the ocean. In what had perhaps been a guestroom, Daniel had set up a desk with a shiny new computer, printer, scanner, copier—all the very latest technology. In fact, some of it probably wasn’t even released yet. Yeah, Mac figured you can do that when you own the company. The butler, whom Mac had come to know as Carlos, told him the room was his office to use as he wished. He should make himself at home. And Mr. Terrebone had said if Mac preferred any of the art from other rooms, he had only to express his preference. Hmm, did that include the
Golden Dancer?

Jesus. The guy boggled his mind. Someone else could think it was the careless gesture of a very rich man. Mac looked at the comfortable striped chairs, the big desk, and the storage cabinets. He grinned at Carlos. “He picked all this out, didn’t he?”

The man smiled slightly as if he appreciated that Mac got this. “Yes, sir.” He’d given Mac a little nod as he left him in his new digs.

So here he was sitting in one of his new striped chairs. First instinct? Panic. Having sex with Daniel was one thing; being beholden to him was something else. And he was damned confused. Why would Daniel do something like this for him? True, he didn’t know much about relationships. Is this what people did? His dad was pretty generous. But he and Daniel were guys, for crap’s sake. And they barely knew each other.

Truth? Daniel was generous with his money, his time, and even his affection. The declaration he’d made to Mac when he came to the cottage had taken guts and a willingness to be honest, no matter what the consequences. It was a lesson Mac, who said he valued truth and honesty above everything, hadn’t begun to learn. He wished he could leave the house and escape, but then he’d lose Trelain, and…yeah, he’d lose Daniel, and the thought made him short of breath. He had to find a way to say thank you for a gesture he didn’t really understand. He looked around. Damned great room, though.

Walking down the hall, he passed by the entry and into the other wing beyond. As he got toward the end of the space, he heard the rumble of Daniel’s silky baritone coming from the office. Yeah, that was the place he’d give an arm to spend a couple hours alone in. He figured if the door was open, there must be nothing secret—or exciting—going on. As he got closer, he heard a heavy German accent, and it stopped him. Should he listen? Shit, he was a reporter; of course he should listen. He looked over his shoulder, but didn’t see Carlos or any of the staff. Standing a few steps down the hall from the office door, he clearly heard the thick voice.

“I very much resent not having received this payment, and I will work for you again when pigs fly!”

Mac had to force himself not to laugh. “Pigs fly” in that accent. It ought to be in a book.

Daniel’s soft voice replied. “You know my terms, Stefan. There’s no need for us to speak further until I’ve received it. Take care, my friend. Do not forget, I am a very good client.” Silence. Apparently, he’d hung up.

Shit, it was the hacker. It had to be. Stefan Saltz, SS. And Daniel had described himself as a client. Mac leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Daniel could have hired SS for something else. But how likely was that? Jesus. This was practically proof. Practically the story he had waited for forever. His breath came in short gasps. But just practically. Not for sure.

The silence stretched. He had to do something. He took a deep breath. He was grateful. No matter if the man was a thief, Mac was grateful for his gift and…everything. Mac backed up down the hall quietly and then called, “Daniel. Are you here?”

“Here, Mac.”

He took the few steps back to the office and pushed open the door that stood ajar. Inside, Daniel sat behind his glass desk. He was so handsome; Mac didn’t have any trouble smiling. “Thank you so much.”

Daniel patted his lap. “Why don’t you come here and tell me that.”

This would be embarrassing. Mac crossed the space and tentatively perched on Daniel’s lap. The bigger man grabbed him and pulled him back so he was leaning against Daniel’s arm and both his feet left the floor. Mac laughed. “Okay, this is a page in the Daniel and Mac cartoon book.”

Daniel nuzzled his neck. “Did you have something to tell me?”

“Thank you so much.”

Daniel laughed. “Oh, has something made you happy, Mac?”

Mac stopped and looked at those deep eyes. “Thank you. I know how much thought and attention you put into that lovely room. It’s everything I would have chosen…if I had more money and taste.” He grinned. “Thank you so much. How the hell did you do it so fast?”

“Actually, I started thinking about the room back on our weekend with Trelain. I’m creating a room for him as well, with practice space, a reading corner, and lots more. There are things I want to add to your room now that I know you a little better.”

“It’s a great surprise.” Yeah, one he couldn’t repay and didn’t deserve. He started to get up, so as not to cut off the circulation in Daniel’s legs.

The bigger man grabbed him back, seeming to like their silly posture. “Actually, it’s only part of the surprise.”

Mac snuggled Daniel’s neck a little, thinking they must look like nuzzling water buffalo. “What could be better? Unless you’re going to outfit my room with sex toys.”

Daniel kissed his nose. “That can be arranged. But as for better, how about a trip this weekend to see Trelain?”

His heart stopped, then sped up. “Really, in New York?”

“Yep, we’ll put the corporate jet to good use. He called to say he missed us so much. Shall we surprise him?”

“What if he’s not there?”

Daniel smiled. “I have a few resources. I’ll see if we can’t find someone to insist he stay in rehearsal for some made-up adventure, and we’ll pop in and surprise him. Would you like that?”

Oh, shit. “Yes, yes, I would.”

“How about we leave this afternoon. Can you get away?”

“Yes. Definitely.” To see Trelain, he’d leave anything behind. Whoa. Had he just thought that? Really? What was happening to him? He didn’t forsake a story for a social experience, even a romantic one. But at least he wouldn’t be leaving anything behind this time, because he’d be with Daniel, and if there was a story, Daniel
was
it. Though at this moment, Mac had to admit he hoped the story would just disappear.

* * *

Chassé, chassé,
fouettés en tournant
, plié, jeté, jeté, grand jeté. “Bloody hell!”

Trelain stopped, sweating and almost bloody winded which, considering his conditioning, was practically impossible. He panted in the middle of the rehearsal hall, which was empty but for himself and Andre, the bloody, fucking, slave-driving ballet master. He tried to control his voice. “Andre, tell me again why it is essential that I practice until I am sweating fucking blood on a Saturday when I have only two bloody performances of this bloody ballet left before the bloody season is over and I start rehearsing another bloody ballet?”

Andre gave him an indulgent smile and glanced at his watch, which caused Trelain to consider beating him over the head with the ballet barre that he was about to rip from the wall. “Indulge me just a tiny bit more, darling.” He glanced at his watch again. When had the man become such a clock-watcher?