“Oh, Jake,” she said, and the first wave of pleasure was wrung from her core.
He withdrew his mouth and fingers as the second spasm started, and she moaned in disappointment. But he swung up and over her, slamming his cock into her pussy as the muscles contracted again, taking her pleasure to a new height.
“Oh,” she breathed again, and his smile was smug as he took the chain between his teeth and tugged. Another orgasm appeared on the heels of the last, and she bucked against him, mashing her clit into his pubic bone, driving him deeper, harder as her muscles clenched.
“Say my name, wife,” he mumbled around the chain.
“Husband,” she moaned, her toes curling with satisfaction, her pussy spasming around his hard cock. She floated in that happy place, the one with no pain, with nothing but joyful shocks racing through her at mach speed. He thrust harder for a few beats and then he stilled. “Aren’t you going to come, too?”
“In a moment.” He dropped the chain and sounded odd, so she opened her eyes to see him looking over her shoulder at something. He resumed pumping, but it was obvious his mind was no longer on how good sex with her felt.
“Kate,” he murmured, and he might as well have chucked ice water in her face.
Chapter Ten
Kate?
Tia stared up at Jake, shock giving way to horror. He looked over her shoulder with a concerned expression, still buried dick-deep in her pussy. Damn him, he should be concerned. No, he should be scared as hell, because she was going to stab him with knitting needles until his heart bled like hers.
She must have stiffened because he looked down at her, confused. “What? Oh! Honey, no, I’m not saying her name because I want to come. Honest. I know who I’m making love to.” He drew his hand above her head, pulled back, and showed her his phone. “She sent me a text. She’s being followed.”
“Oh.” Anger turned quickly to confusion.
“She sent it twice—code for it’s important.”
“Being tailed would be important.” He never did what she expected, and it frustrated the crap out of her. And damn it, it still hurt to have her name said during the heat of passion. She shoved at his chest and he shook his head.
“Don’t be pissed, Tia. Please.” He scrolled through his phone, still on top of her.
“Don’t be pissed? Seriously?” She smacked his chest. “You’re going to fuck me and call her.
Her
.”
“It will be hotter than hell. Trust me.” His lips curved into a slow, sexy grin. “Think of it. Me, loving you, and she won’t know a thing. She might catch us.”
Tia narrowed her eyes, unsure where she stood on this. It did sound enticing, fucking him while Blondie listened. Jake had an exhibitionist streak and loved when they played scenes in the public areas at the club. But it also felt a little like they were cheating. Second best, again.
Before she could protest further, Jake pushed a button to dial and put the phone to his ear, cradling it between his head and his shoulder. “Kate? What the hell?”
Jake listened as he thrust harder, and Tia had to agree this was oddly erotic, that he was fucking her while talking to the woman he loved. Possession was nine-tenths of the law, and right now, Jake was hers.
Tia arched against his cock, driving him deeper, desire brewing again, swirling in her belly. Jake removed Tia’s nipple clamp and suck the sensitive peak gently. The blood flow returned, and the pain was as exquisite as the pleasure.
Jake lifted his head from her nipple. “Call Chase,” he said into the phone. Then he removed the other clip. “Where are you?” He lowered his head and sucked again, and the pain of the returning blood flow made her cry out. Her mewl brought a smug smile to Jake’s lips.
“What am I doing? None of your business. And I can’t do a damned thing from here. I’m on vacation. Chase has access to satellites and video feed. Just call him.”
He thrust again, pumping harder, staring into Tia’s eyes but looking concerned. “If you won’t call, I will. I don’t care if you think you’re wrong, and you’re making a huge mistake. It’s protocol. The shopping center has a zillion cameras he can tap into. He’ll get to the bottom of this.”
Kate shouted something on the other end, and Tia winced at the volume, unable to make out exactly what she called Jake. It wasn’t pretty, whatever it was. But Jake shook his head and said, “Bye, Kate. I’m calling your husband.” He ended the call.
Then he groaned and leaned forward to gently bite Tia’s neck. “Jesus, I almost came about four times, especially when she wanted to know what I was doing.” He kissed her mouth and drove hard, his balls slapping her ass. “I’m going to call Chase, but I want you to fuck me. Put your legs around my waist.”
She did and he rolled with her so she was sitting on top, his cock deep inside her. He grinned and picked up the phone. “Fuck me while I talk to our boss. I hope you come and scream really loud.”
“I don’t know if I can come.” Talk about stage fright.
“If you do, I’ll cook dinner.”
The idea of coming while he talked to Chase was scary and erotic all at once. She slid up the length of his cock and drifted back down in a leisurely stroke, enjoying how he felt between her thighs. “Will you tell him I’m fucking you?”
“Do you care if he knows?”
“No. I guess not.” What did it matter? Chase knew they were here, and the two men were well known at the club for very satisfactory threesome action. It wasn’t like she’d never had Chase, though she wished it had been different.
“Hey, Chase,” Jake said. He bucked his hips under her, encouraging her to move faster, and she obliged. “Call Kate. She’s being tailed.”
She heard a loud, “Fuck,” from Chase’s end, and the call disconnected.
Tia wrinkled her nose. “I couldn’t come that fast if I wanted to.”
“He’ll call back. Keep fucking me.” Jake strained, his head back, the cords of his neck thick. She’d never seen him quite this aroused, even during wedding sex. It was almost as if he was in a lusty frenzy, the need too much for him to bear. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to come when he calls back.”
She stopped moving and placed her hand on his damp chest to balance herself as she looked down at him. “Are you doing this so he doesn’t suspect how you feel about Kate?”
Jake shook his head. “I’m doing this because if he were here, watching, it would be the best high. If I had a dollar for as many times as I fucked a woman in front of Chase, I’d be a rich man. Threesomes were his thing. This is my thing. Making love to you while he’s on the phone is even better, because he’s at work. It’s so hot. I used to call him all the time during sex—he got off on it, too.”
“That’s…crazy.”
“Is it? You need pain. I need to be heard. And this is much, much better with you. I’ve never felt this high. Please, Tia. Fuck me. Please.”
To hear him beg like that, the pleading in his voice brought her desire to a frenzied peak. To know this beautiful man was so high because of her… She arched her back again. But to have her boss listen… Jake thrust upward, and his groin hit her clit, sparking the lust that had grown earlier, during Kate’s call.
He reached for her breasts, and she leaned forward, enjoying as he sucked first one, then the other, the nipples sensitive under his tongue. She followed the rhythm he set with his hips, keeping his cock deep inside her pussy, her clit rocking on his pubic bone. The phone rang, and she jumped at the sudden jolt of pleasure.
Jake answered it, reaching for her clit at the same time. “Yeah?”
He pinched, and she fought a moan.
“I know, she told me the same thing.” He pinched her clit harder, and Tia bit her lip harder. “She used to be a crappy liar. Now, I’m not so sure.”
Tia rocked faster at hearing him talk smack about Blondie. She found a still-sensitive nipple with her fingers. So good. So naughty. She rolled the peak, giving a little twist, and this time Jake groaned, obviously enjoying the view.
“What am I doing? I’m reading under a tree.”
Tia heard a distinct “bullshit” on Chase’s end of the conversation.
“So what did you do about Kate?” He beckoned to Tia, and she dipped down, supporting herself with one hand on each side of his head. He held the phone aside and sucked one of her very sensitive nipples, his tongue rolling the peak.
She bit back another moan, and Jake said, “Hang on a second.” He covered the phone. “Remember the rules,” Jake warned. He put phone back at his ear. “Go ahead, Chase.”
Tia shuddered at the thought of moaning with Chase listening. Another orgasm threatened, the pleasure divine, and she went to bite her lip. Jake’s fingers dug into her hip, and she released the moan as he had commanded. She panted, trying to catch her breath as she rocked her hips faster. Who knew being vocal in sex could be so much fun?
“Yeah? Well, a shopping center is full of cars. Maybe she was overreacting.” Jake paused and gave Tia the sexiest smile, one full of promise. “Yeah, I’m doing what you think I’m doing, buddy.”
He thrust up harder, and Tia answered him with a powerful down stroke that threatened to toss her over the edge again. She pinched both nipples, enjoying the pain, the pleasure, and suddenly she couldn’t stand it any longer. “Jake,” she moaned, unable to help herself.
“Don’t you wish I called you more often?” Jake asked. She whimpered and closed her eyes as an orgasm swallowed her whole. “She’s beautiful when she comes.”
Chase groaned from his end and she heard him say, “Not fair.”
“I know, not fair, since you’re not getting any.” Jake’s eyes glazed over. “I have to go, or you’re going to end up finding Kate for a booty call.” He chucked the phone and tossed his head back as he rammed into her pussy, once, twice. He stilled, and damp heat flooded her sheath. Groaning, he reached for her. She collapsed forward, letting him hold her.
“Two,” he said, his voice smug.
“Three.” She didn’t want to feed his ego, but she was fairly pleased as she floated in that happy place, the one with no pain. Only shocks of pleasure and Jake’s arms around her.
“Three? I’m getting good at this, aren’t I?”
“Smug bastard.” But she said it with…love? No, not love. Something else. Definitely something else. She rolled off him, disturbed.
He looked at her. “You’re okay, right?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know.” He searched her eyes with a concerned look. “You told me a lot. We had intense, kinky, exhibitionist sex. And I really can’t read you sometimes.”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t have to give in to whatever I want, you know. Just because I want you, you can say no. Just because I want wedding sex doesn’t mean you don’t have a say. You deserve to have what you want. If this isn’t what you want, then speak up.”
“It’s just a fantasy.” She bit her lip though.
“It’s more than a fantasy. To me. I think…” He shifted and reached up to smooth the hair from her face. “I felt like we were…more…the moment I stepped on this property with you.”
She gulped back fear and rolled from him, trembling. “More…more what. We were friends with benefits. Less than that, even. Fuck buddies. You were forced to bring me home. How can I be…more?”
“I don’t bring women home, yet here you are. God help me, it feels right for some reason. Like maybe, in my heart, I really did marry you, for the weekend.”
She laughed bitterly. “You know my past. No man in their right mind would marry me.”
“Then maybe I’m not in my right mind.”
Oh, that was scary. It felt right, wrong, horrible and wonderful all at the same time. She wanted the weekend over, and she wanted it to never end. She sighed, needing to distract him from this crazy talk. “I thought we were going to go riding.”
“In a bit.” He rose and started to dress.
She grabbed her shirt, and his phone fell into her lap. She looked at it—the display lit up, and Blondie’s text was there. Above the part that said she was being tailed was a text Jake had sent to her earlier today.
Worse idea than loving you?
Tia’s heart ached more than she thought possible. How easily he lied. Loving Blondie in one breath, fucking her in the next. She glanced at Jake pulling on his boots, his back to her. She accessed the call log and sure enough, Blondie had called right after he’d sent that text. That is, if Blondie was better known as TNT.
She heard Jake make a noise, and she realized she’d been caught snooping.
“Anything interesting?”
“Yes.” She chucked the phone at him, spitting mad. “This is why I don’t believe you feel so married this weekend. You have no problem juggling the two of us. She whispers the sweet nothings, and I spread my legs for you. Perfect world, isn’t it?”
“It wasn’t that way.” He gave her a wary look, one that made her fume harder.
“No? If you want to play at being married, then you need to drop her like a bad habit. No phone calls, no texts. Nothing.”
“But she’s being followed—”
Tia chucked a shoe at him. “She has a husband, for Christ’s sake. A very powerful, smart husband with access to things you don’t have. You said so yourself.”
“She’s my partner.” Jake set his jaw in his stubborn way, his eyes defiant.
“Was. She
was
your partner. I’m your partner now.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “If the house demands wedding sex, then I demand you be mine. Completely. If you can’t resist her, then give me your phone, or you can take me back to D.C.” She held out her hand.
Jake looked away, then down at the ground, then back at her, no longer defiant. He looked deflated and perhaps a bit embarrassed. “You’re right.”
“What?”
“I said, you’re right. I’m man enough to admit that I’m wrong when I’m wrong.” He ran a hand through his hair but handed her his phone. “If this is your demand, so be it. Anything else you want?”
She cocked her head and glared out of narrowed eyes. Growing a backbone in a relationship was a heady, powerful thing. “You owe me a massage.”
“Fine.” He softened a bit and gave her a half smile.
That smile was the beginning of charm, and she didn’t want any of that from him. Not when she was this vulnerable, despite taking a stand. “And this is over Monday. You become nothing to me. Vice versa.”