Unbridled and Unbroken (5 page)

Veronica glanced at Johnny’s friend once more. She thought she remembered him from a picture on the internet when she’d been researching Johnny before her surprise and yet failed visit.

Adam moved closer and grabbed her elbow. His mere touch tingled her skin. What was that about? “And you think next time you stop by won’t be a surprise?”

She shrugged and started moving down the hall again, only this time, Adam had a hold of her. His touch had a similar effect as when Johnny caressed her and she ceased thinking clearly.

“I may not have enough nerve to come back.”

This time he stopped the two of them walking and turned to her. “Now that would be a terrible shame. I hope you’ll reconsider.”

Side by side each man was similar in height and build, but instead of dark blond hair like Johnny, Adam had dark brown hair and his eyes were a lovely chocolate color she could certainly get used to looking at regularly.

His intense gaze burned a trail to her soul. She couldn’t seem to look away.

“What are you doing for lunch?” he murmured and moved closer still. He smelled so good. Just like Johnny. She wanted him. Just like she wanted Johnny. Her dirty little fantasies were hitting territory she’d never been to before. Attracted to two men in the space of about two minutes was a whole new level of sexy for her.

Somewhere a pin dropped in the quiet reaches of her mind, and she realized she was leaning closer and closer to Johnny’s friend.

Will he kiss me?
Her heart sped its beats to a dangerous high. Then Johnny’s grinning face

Shit, what am I doing?

The shock of being as attracted to Adam as she was to Johnny sent her brain into a sudden tailspin. “I thought you were having lunch with Johnny.”

Adam didn’t move. The overt sexually charged expression on his face told her he was experienced at seducing women. His gaze held her mesmerized. Was he remembering her naked? Her pulse spiked at the thought of being naked and straddling Johnny as Adam watched them.

“You could join us. We were just going to get a sandwich and explore the area a little.”

“And pick up women?”
Why would I say that?
Why did she feel the need to poke the bear as her mother would say?

Maybe because she needed a little distance from the powerful pheromones Adam was sending her way. He didn’t reply to her query about women. Perhaps she’d hit the nail on the head. Or maybe she was about to miss out on exceptionally hot monkey sex.

He squeezed her arm gently above her elbow and guided her down the hall again slowly.

Her escort, Adam, was the very definition of sexual dominance in a cowboy flavored package. And way out of her league sexually. At least that was her current perception. A deeply sick part of her brain wanted to discover his secrets. He’d come in while she’d been bare-breasted, bare-assed and straddled over Johnny’s impressive erection. He hadn’t seemed eager to leave either. Translation from her point of view? He wanted her, too, and didn’t care if he and Johnny shared her. Which was way, way out of her league.

In fact, his expression had been as if he wanted to join them on the bed. Too bad the phone rang and burst the sexual bubble they’d found themselves in. As horny as she was at the time, she might have considered it.

Now Johnny had to take care of something and Adam was escorting her to her car. She wasn’t sure she wanted to leave. Walking alongside Johnny’s business partner, Veronica was very aware of his scent. It differed from Johnny’s clean outdoorsy fragrance.

Adam’s expensive cologne made her want to tear his shirt off to get a better whiff. Would he allow it? Would he stop her? Likely not. But what a thrill ride if she had the courage. What kind of woman was immediately attracted to two completely different men in such a short space of time? The slutty kind? Whatever.

She chanced another look to her side. He was amazingly charismatic. Just his aura made her want to do wicked things. That and she remembered the intense longing look of desire he gave her back in the room. When she’d been naked and on a fast journey to being impaled by another man’s cock.

Even though they hadn’t finished the act, it wasn’t a stretch to understand what was about to happen between her and Johnny. Did that turn Adam on? Did he like to watch people having sex? Stupid question. Watching sex was a billion dollar business called pornography. Lots of people liked it. Including her, on occasion.

What would a man like Adam do to a woman if he had her alone in his room? Or would he prefer to share her? A light went on in her mind. Stupid of her not to have offered when she was naked and horny. Now she was just horny and on the way to her car.

“Maybe I’ll pick up a woman,” he finally responded quietly. His predatory grin took her off guard a little. “Does that turn you on?” Each word he said reverberated in her core. Was he reading her mind? She was just thinking about what turned him on. The tone of his voice as each measured word came out sent her heart beat back into the red zone. Yes, she was turned on, but not by his previous plans to barhop and pick up women. She wanted him to pick her up and take her back to the room.

She was currently falling in lust with both of these two men.
 
Each man was the direct opposite of the other in both looks and demeanor. Adam couldn’t be described as “easy going” and sexy like Johnny was. Instead, he was a different kind of sexy. The forbidden bad boy kind of sexy.

“Perhaps I’ll just seduce you. We haven’t gotten too far away. Want to spend some quality time in my room until Johnny’s finished with his call?”

“What?” Veronica’s mind had wandered a little and she wasn’t paying attention when Adam moved closer, tightening their intimate space.

“Do you like karaoke?” Again she was taken off guard. Perhaps that was his intent. To keep her guessing.

She knew her expression had to border on incredulous. “What?” she asked again.

“Do you like dancing or karaoke, or both?”

She shrugged.

“How about dancing in clubs? Do you like to do that?”

Again she shrugged. “Is that how you intend to seduce me? With karaoke and club dancing?”

His gaze stayed fixed on her eyes. “That’s how I’d start.”

“So which do
you
prefer, karaoke or dancing?”

He grinned like a predatory cat about to pounce on something tasty. “Definitely dancing.”

“Why?”

“Think of it,” he murmured and took a step closer to her.”We’d be pressed up against each other all sweaty and breathing hard. We’d move rapidly to the sound of a musical beat pounding in the air around us like fireworks in July.”

Her eyebrows rose. She was thinking about it all right. Dancing and sex had lots in common.

“Maybe a version of salsa to start us off and then on to dirty dancing. Interested?”

“Maybe. However, I’m wondering about our friend, Johnny. Wouldn’t he be jealous?”

Adam broke his intense gaze with her to lift his head and laughed out loud. The deep rich sound wrapped around her soul. “No. Not at all.”

A warmth initiated in the center of her chest and dropped lower to her belly at the sound of his genuine amusement. She wanted him. She wanted to dance, visit karaoke bars, and have sex with him.

“Why not? He seems very interested in me, too.”

“Oh, he is. Trust me, we are both very interested. Can you wrap your head around the idea of having both of us doing our best to delight you?”

“At the same time?”

He put his gaze directly into her eyes as if trying to breach her core.

“Do you wonder what it would be like having two men pleasure you until you broke?”

“You couldn’t break me.” The truth was she’d been broken long ago and didn’t expect to desire any loss of control ever again. But she pictured each of them. Each kissing, touching, and licking her until she screamed.

He stopped and moved so close, she thought he was about to kiss her. “I meant breaking apart your inhibitions, but is that a dare?” His whispered query set her blood on fire. Her panties, once damp, were now saturated with the arousal of possibilities he ignited with mere words.

Johnny had started things. She’d opted to leave. He hadn’t wanted her to go. He also hadn’t seemed worried about Adam walking her out or showing an interest.

“No. Not a dare,” she whispered and gazed into his fathomless eyes. “It’s a fact.”

“I love a challenge.”

“I’m not even in your league.”

“I disagree. Give me a chance and I will coach you to heights you’ve never even thought possible. Want to play?”

“I only play games to win. I could kick your ass in any number of board games, but you don’t want to play children’s games. I suspect in any competition where you and I might participate, I’d never be allowed to win, only ridden hard, left at the gate as far as any satisfaction was concerned and fucked until I broke and admitted you were a sex god. But that wouldn’t yield
me
any pleasure.” What demon had taken over her body enough for her to admit something like
that
.

Adam blinked once. That was the only signal he gave that her declaration of war had any impact. Her previous experiences with sex had left her a little wary of men who promised much and delivered little.

And yet she still dreamed of the perfect man. A man with the perfect body and lovemaking skills to go with it. A man who would do all the things romance heroines got to do. Two men attempting to bring her orgasmic pleasure sped her heart rate to double the norm. Just the very idea of it made her tingle with desire.

“Come with me and I’ll prove that statement dead wrong.”

“Meaning you’ll stick your hand down my pants and stab your finger in the direction of my crotch for awhile, but if I don’t climax in ten seconds you’ll pout, start whining and whispering about carpel tunnel.”

His eyes widened suddenly. He moved so close they were practically sharing the same space. His vibrant gaze drilled into her very soul. “Please, I beg of you. Let me prove to you what I’m capable of in the art of hands down your pants maneuvers. Or perhaps I’ll just use my tongue.”

Veronica shuddered. “No. That’s even worse.”

“Having my tongue on your clit is worse?”

She nodded and knew she blushed. A college boyfriend had once gone down on her, but after several minutes of his tongue almost licking her hot spot, but not quite, and her inability to move her hips into the correct place, he’d become quite impatient. The evening had declined immediately, where he’d said she must be defective in some way. And she’d believed him all this time.

When she wanted an orgasmic release, she knew how to get one. Her best friend for climax was her pulsing shower massager because it was nonjudgmental about how long it took her to come.

“I’d rather not.” The heat in her cheeks felt like twin explosions of lava had dropped on her face. The remembered humiliation of being unable to climax from oral sex had always made her feel less a woman somehow.

“So some idiot male from your past has stolen untold delights from you due to his inept performance? Please, I implore you, let me make it right.” His hands gripped her shoulders as if to convince her to participate in his oral fantasy.

She shook her head. “No. Thank you.”

“I promise you’ll love it.” He nuzzled her neck and she decided that if anyone could do it, this bad boy probably could. “Satisfaction guaranteed,” he whispered and kissed her jaw. Then again, it wasn’t about his performance. It had to do with her lack of ability.