Hidden Heat: Hauberk Protection, Book 4 (14 page)

“From what I’ve seen of Sandy, she’s not the Madonna you’re making her out to be. There’s a lot of fire inside her. Waiting for the right man to set it free. If she’s the right woman for you, she’ll accept you for all your flaws.”

Or she’d see his flaws and punch him right in the gut.

Chapter Eleven

“Shit. I’m running so late. Troy’s going to be here in like ten minutes and I’m not anywhere near ready.” Sandy grabbed a blouse from her closet and held it up in front of her. “What do you think, Jazz? This one?”

“The color washes you out a bit.” Jazz reached across the pile of tops Sandy had already discarded and plucked a blue sweater from the middle of the pile. “I liked this one better. It brings out the highlights in your hair.”

“I don’t know. Troy likes things he can undo easily.” Sandy swiped at the ginger cat hairs clinging to the wool. “The sweater sorta leaves the girls hard to get to.”

“Ah, so he’s a breast man, huh?” After frowning at the abandoned clothes, Jazz uncurled her feet from beneath her and joined Sandy to stare at the closet.

“Breast man. Butt man. Leg man. He likes it all.” Together they went through the remainder of Sandy’s wardrobe before settling upon a peach shirt Sandy had folded away for spring. “It’s a little thin but with my coat I should be okay.”

Jazz crawled back on the bed as Sandy dressed. “You’ve been seeing a lot of him lately. What’s it been now? A month?”

“Just about.”

“You getting serious?”

“I don’t know.” She wished she had the time to flop on the bed and discuss what the heck was happening in detail with Jazz. “I mean, the sex has been great. I told you about the time he had me do him at the booth in that little bar, right?”

“In graphic detail, babe. You also told me about the time he got you off at the theatre. And the time you two did each other in the parking lot later. So what’s the matter? You think he’s one of those guys who doesn’t like to commit?”

“No, that’s the problem. I think he might be. I don’t know.” She lifted one shoulder before dropping it. “I’m not ready to settle down yet. I’ve got too much I want to do with my life.”

“Like what?”

“I want to travel more. I want to take courses at GW. Maybe get a degree. I don’t know. Just…do stuff.”

“You can travel even if you’re in a relationship. Hell, with the way you say Troy travels, go with him on his business trips. And if you want to take courses, hello, why haven’t you enrolled already? You’re the only one stopping you, babe. None of that will stop you from being in a relationship.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Yeah, but? You’ve got a really great guy interested in you, girl. Don’t fuck this up.”

Great, here she wanted someone to back her up and Jazz decided to be the logical one all of a sudden. What did they say about the best defense? “What about you and Mitch? I haven’t seen him around much lately.”

“He’s coming over tonight. But I’m thinking of breaking it off with him. He’s getting too intense, you know?”

Ha! So she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t commit. “I thought he was kind of cute.”

She must have hit a sore spot because Jazz wandered to the window and stared out. “Yeah, he’s cute enough, but he’s always on his laptop, you know? And there’s something creepy about the way he’s always hanging around here. Do you know I found him waiting for me outside the apartment again the other night? We didn’t have a date or anything, he was just there, waiting.” Jazz pressed her forehead against the glass. “Wow, you should see the size of the limo that’s pulled in.”

Sandy peered over her shoulder in time to watch the driver open the rear door and Troy emerge. “And there’s my cue to leave.”

“Mine too. If I don’t get my ass in gear, I’m going to be late for work.” Jazz hugged her at the same time as someone knocked on the door. “Don’t worry about anything this weekend, okay? Just have fun.”

Exactly what she’d planned. She dashed out to the entrance and grabbed her coat, Jazz trailing her. “I’m so excited, I can’t stand it. Now open the door.”

With a laugh, Jazz unlocked the door and swung it open. “Hey, Troy, come on in. Your girl’s all ready to go.”

Troy’s gaze skimmed down Sandy, hardly sparing Jazz a glance. “You sure about this, sunshine?”

Holy crap, he looked hot in leather pants and a black shirt. “You betcha. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got lined up. Let me grab my purse.”

“You won’t need it.” Troy grinned and Sandy’s heart sped up at the promise in his eyes.

“I need to bring my phone. In case there are any messages. And to check my email.”

“You’re not going to have any time to check your email. And where we’re going, they make you leave all electronic devices at the gate. So there’s no use bringing it.”

A thrill went through her as she remembered what she’d heard of the Rouge’s policies to prevent blackmail. Whoa, Momma, she’d asked for excitement because she was tired of the usual hundred and twenty volts and he was delivering a sixty-thousand watt experience.

“I like the sound of that.” She reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Anything else I need to bring?”

“Just yourself. Come on, the car’s waiting downstairs.” He took the keys from her hand and led Sandy into the hall. Once Jazz locked the door, he laid his arm across Sandy’s shoulder and hugged her.

He didn’t say anything in the elevator, and Sandy was too juiced to talk anyway. Her imagination, however, ran overtime trying to come up with the various scenarios they might act out over the weekend.

She stopped when they walked outside and the chauffeur opened the rear door of the limo. “This isn’t a Hauberk car. You went out of your way to rent one? That’s so sweet.” So extravagant.

“I’m not about to use a work limo for what we’re going to do.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “It’s provided by the club. The driver’s going to watch everything we do on the ride up. Give you a little experience performing for an audience.”

“Oh.”

She ducked her head and climbed in. Holy shit. This wasn’t just a limo, it was a sex club on wheels.

“No one can see in the windows. There’s a special coating on the glass that prevents anyone from seeing in.” Troy tapped the glass of the door.

“That’s good.” Though the danger of being seen at a traffic light might have added a thrill.

She looked around, wondering where to sit. “Um, don’t we have any seatbelts we’re supposed to use?”

“There are all sorts of restraints. But they may not go around your waist.” Troy settled onto the…well, she wasn’t sure what it was. Half-seat, half-bed. The damned thing was made for sex. “You can sit here for the moment. After you’ve stripped, that is.”

Wow. He wasn’t wasting any time. Her whole body lit up like a Christmas tree. Maybe she should have put that blue sweater on, she could have lifted it over her head in one motion. No, undoing the buttons one-by-one would make it more like a striptease.

Troy made a rolling motion with his hand. “Don’t waste time trying to seduce me, sunshine. Just ditch the clothes and sit down before we get going or you’ll—” The car lurched into forward motion sending her sprawling across him. “—fall.”

“If you say ‘I told you so’, I won’t blow you,” she muttered.

Very gently, he lifted her off and sat her on the end of his seat. Couch. Whatever it was called. “No blowjobs. I’m not willing to take the chance on being gelded if this damned car hits a pothole. Now undress. I’ve got other plans for you.”

Less than a half minute later, she was completely nude, her clothes piled in a heap on the seat beside Troy. It’s not like she had a lot to take off. She’d deliberately not worn a bra or underwear.

“Turn around and lean up against me.”

“All right.” She obeyed, wiggling her behind against his erection to taunt him. He wrapped one arm around her waist, cupping her breast with one hand, the other toying with her naval ring.

“Hook your legs over mine.”

A glance toward the front and she discovered the driver of the limo had an extra mirror—aimed directly at her.

“Don’t worry about him.” His palm smoothed down her belly and over her mound. “Now, there are going to be a few rules you need to know about for this weekend. First, I need you to trust me. If I ask you to do something, you need to do it with no questions asked.”

“I do.” Her eyes fluttered closed, giving into the sensations of his fingers sliding through her moisture, the warmth of his breath and the coolness of the leather against her bare skin. The knowledge that the limo driver was watching in that mirror.

“Once we’re there, I’m going to turn you over to a woman who will prepare you for the weekend. You’re going to get the whole works, a massage, manicure, pedicure and a couple other surprises.”

“Like what?” Her heart rate kicked up a little from uncertainty.

His fingers toyed with the thin Brazilian strip covering her mound. “She’s going to get rid of this for starters.”

“I would have done that myself if you’d asked.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her shoulder while his fingers resumed stroking her clit. “I know, sunshine. You can grow it back afterward if you like, but for this weekend, I want you bare.”

“Why?”

“Because I do. Do you have any other questions? Now’s the time to ask.” His body was rock hard beneath her, his touch a little less gentle than his voice.

“Will the other people take part? I mean will it be like an orgy where I have to have sex with everyone and their brother?” She wished she could close her thighs together to ease some of the ache gathering there.

“No one other than me will touch you but there will be people watching, and a few may have sex while we’re making love. But you’ll be blindfolded so you won’t be able to see them. It’s something I had to agree to when I applied to bring you as my guest.”

“So that once you take the blindfold off I can’t blackmail any of them because they’ll be able to blackmail me, right?”

“That’s not how they’d word it but essentially, yes. Now, the question is, do you still want to go?”

“Of course! I’m not going to back out. It’s all I’ve been thinking about ever since you told me you’d made the reservations.”

“Okay. Lean back and close your eyes. Let’s see how you do in front of an audience.”

Her pulse racing, she obeyed him. There was something so wicked about being naked in a car with someone watching as Troy toyed with her breasts and stroked her pussy. The car sped up and from the sounds filtering through the windows she knew they’d merged with traffic on the Beltway. Each bump in the road, each corner the limo took, added a new dimension to the experience. He varied the pressure and speed of his fingers until her body bowed against him, both shaking and rigid at the same time, and her breath exploded from her when her orgasm engulfed her.

“That’s it. Let yourself go.” His breath was hot against her neck, his beard rasping lightly against the sensitive skin.

His fingers still lightly stroking her, he held her until her breath approached normal. “Lift up a minute.”

Blinking, she did as he asked. He unzipped the fly of his black leather pants and pulled out his erect cock. She licked her lips, her mouth going dry at the sight of him palming his shaft. He handed her a condom. “I like it when you put them on me.”

Straddling him, she unrolled the latex, making sure to give him some extra strokes as she smoothed it over the length of his shaft.

Perspiration beaded on his forehead when she finally finished.

“Ride me, sunshine.”

She lowered herself over him over the bulbous head, over the long shaft until their hips met. He skimmed his fingers over her waist and let them sink into her hips, stopping her from moving when she started to rise.

“Slowly, love. It’s not a race.”

Yet she was so close to the finish line, and she sensed he wasn’t far behind.

He captured her mouth with his, the kiss starting as a whisper. Then his tongue slid past her lips in a tender exploration that quickly became an unquenchable hunger. The blood that had hummed through her veins caught fire when he tilted his hips and pushed deeper within her.

The pressure on her hips eased, granting a subtle permission to move. Liberated, she rode him, drawing his cock deep into her body, pressing her clit against the arch of his groin before pulling away, drawing him out. Tightening her body around that glorious thick head.

Want and need spiraled together as they rocked in unison. His name may have passed her lips when he dipped his head to capture a nipple with his mouth. The vibration of the car on the road added extra stimulation, sometimes helping, sometimes distracting.

Her head dropped back as she rocked against the long, blunt fingertip that slipped between her folds and found her clit. The scent of warm leather, of Troy, permeated her senses, combined with the feeling of the hard hot shaft thrusting inside her until she teetered on the edge of release.

Speech, thought, became impossible. Her rhythm faltered as the first wave of her impending orgasm fluttered through her. Fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place once more as Troy took over with a series of forceful thrusts. A groan caught in her throat each time he bumped against just the right spot, again and again and again. Her whole body bucked when her second orgasm crashed over her.