Body Rush (9 page)

“Zeus,” Apollo growled, as if in warning.

There was something there, Lydia thought, something she should be aware of, but as her lips closed over Zeus’s cock and tasted his salty precome, Lydia forgot about the vague suspicion. Zeus’s gaze darkened as he pushed his cock deeper, fucking her throat. When Poseidon grabbed her ass and pulled her down for another hard thrust, Apollo seemed to lose control. He pushed his cock deep and swatted her ass at the same time. She yelped but didn’t release Zeus. Another swat and the sensitive skin on her ass started to tingle.

“Christ, baby, your ass is so fucking good and tight,” Apollo said, as he swatted her again. “It belongs to me,” he vowed as his palm landed over and over with increased force each time as he fucked her from behind. Poseidon’s hips shot upward, hard. Lydia felt her herself flying apart as white-hot electricity shot through her from head to toe. Again his palm landed against her flesh, as both men fucked her harder, faster. Zeus took hold of her face as he drove his cock in and out of her mouth. He went clear to her throat until she gagged, then he pulled back and started all over again. As Apollo smacked her once more, she shot over the edge. The force of her orgasm thundered through her bloodstream until all she could do was ride out the storm. Her pussy bathed Poseidon’s cock and she screamed around Zeus’s cock filling her mouth. Apollo slammed his hips against her one more time and shouted out his own climax. Poseidon quickly followed as he gripped her ass and held her still, his release fueling another series of ripples from her pussy.

Zeus was out of control, his balls slapping her chin when suddenly he gripped her hair and shot his hot come all over her tongue and down her throat. Lydia swallowed the creamy heat, then swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock, licking at the last few drops, before she pulled back and collapsed on top of Poseidon. She had a vague notion of Apollo pulling free, while Poseidon petted her back and hair a moment before she fell into an exhausted slumber.

“Fuck me,” Trent groaned.

“Yeah, my sentiments exactly,” Mac muttered. “Damn, it’s only been a few minutes and already I want her again.”

Dane stood silent by the door, Mac and Trent on either side of him. The three of them had pulled on their jeans, but none of them wanted to stop watching the alluring Lydia Burke as she slept peacefully in their bed. Right after she’d fallen asleep, Dane had seen to the task of taking a washcloth to her. He’d take extra care to be gentle so as not to disturb her, but through it all she’d stayed asleep, only grumbling a few times. After he covered her up, she’d turned on her side and succumbed to exhaustion. He quirked his lips as she started to snore. Damn, that was adorable.

“What are we going to do?” Mac asked, his voice low to keep from waking Lydia. “When she wakes up and goes home, it’s what? Business as usual?”

Dane motioned them into the other room. He closed the door behind them and turned to Mac. “No. I can’t let her go now,” he admitted. There was no way he could ever let her go. She’d slipped in under his defenses somewhere along the line and now she belonged to him. It was as simple as that.

“Then you must have a plan,” Mac growled, “because I’m fucking clueless as to how you can possibly think this will work out.”

“I don’t have a plan. I’m just as confused as you. But can you truly say you’re ready to let her walk away? To some other man’s bed?” Mac and Trent both glared at him. “Yeah, that’s what I figured. So, instead of bitching, help me figure this thing out.”

“We could be honest,” Trent inserted quietly as he stared down at the floor. “Tell her who we are.”

“That’ll go over well,” Mac muttered. “We’ll just whip off our masks and yell ‘Hey, Lydia, guess who’?”

Trent shot him an icy glare. “Your smartass remarks are going to land you on your ass.”

Dane held up his hand as Mac was about to dig himself in deeper. “There’s no other way. We have to tell her the truth.”

“Tell me the truth about what?”

All three of them spun around as the small, feminine voice floated over to them. Lydia stood by the bedroom door, the red blanket wrapped around her body like a protective shield. Her long brown hair was a mess of curls cascading down past her shoulders. He loved her hair. He still couldn’t believe she was able to get all of it into such a small, unassuming bun.

“It’s nothing, sweet girl,” Trent said, as he strode across the room. He took her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. Dane watched the tender display, shocked to see Trent acting so affectionate. He was usually the first one ready to leave after sex.

Dane drew up next to them. “Did we wake you?”

“No. I just…I need to leave.”

Dane’s gaze shot to Trent’s and they both knew the truth. Letting her leave would spell the end. She would never come back to Kinks. She’d had her walk on the wild side and now she was ready to go back to her sedate life. Dane wanted to howl at the moon. He’d never felt so helpless, so lost. He wanted to keep her in the room, never let her out of his sight. Reality was far different than his fantasy world though.

“We’ll drive you,” Dane offered.

She shook her head and stepped back, hitching the blanket higher. “That’s okay. I’ll call a cab.”

Mac stepped in and said, “We don’t mind driving you.”

Dane wanted to kick Mac’s ass for speaking up. If she recognized his accent they’d be dead in the water. Luckily she didn’t seem to notice. “In your leather hoods?” she asked, her lips curving up at the corners.

Trent patted her on the ass. “She has a point.” He moved toward the phone sitting on the bar. “I’ll call the cab while you dress.”

Dane wanted to protest. It couldn’t be over. No way was this the end. He contented himself with the fact that he’d see her at work Monday. He’d have the rest of the weekend to come up with a plan. As she stepped back into the bedroom, Dane had the urge to go after her. To tie her to the bed and keep her. He could make her beg for him all over again. Show her how good life would be with him. He shook himself out of his reverie. Shit, he was like a kid with a new toy. One he didn’t want to share!

“She’s done a number on you,” Mac said from his position next to the bar.

Dane didn’t want to explore his feelings too deeply. “She’s done a number on all of us, Zeus.”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

Trent hung up the phone and came toward them, hands shoved into the front pocket of his jeans. “The cab will be here in forty minutes. We’ll escort her down.”

Dane pushed his fingers into his hair as impotent anger began to ride him. “This is crazy. There’s got to be a way to break it to her gently.”

“I have a suggestion,” Mac injected.

Dane took in Mac’s tense expression. He knew that look. Mac was feeling Lydia just as intensely, he was just better at hiding it behind a bunch of smartass remarks. “I’ll listen to anything at this point,” Dane said, hoping for a miracle.

“We give her the weekend to recoup,” Mac offered. “Monday we’ll sit her down and explain things to her as gently as possible. We’ll tell her it wasn’t planned, but that we care about her. It’s that or we don’t tell her at all and risk never having her again.”

None of them had to say it aloud. Losing her for good simply wasn’t an option. “Agreed,” Dane and Trent said in unison.

“I’m ready.”

Dane glanced over his shoulder. His heart nearly stopped beating at the sight of her. The pink blouse and skirt were designed to drive men to their knees. Coupled with the glasses and the demure bun, it was a lethal combination.

Dane strode across the room. “Just let us get our shirts on and we’ll walk you down. I don’t want you alone in the club.”

“Thank you.”

Christ, she was being so polite one would think they’d had a nice chat over tea, rather than wild and crazy sex. She was back to being Lydia Burke the paralegal, he realized. Already Dane missed the wanton who’d come apart in their arms.

Dressed now, Trent, Mac and Dane walked her out. Together they escorted her through the thinning crowd and put her in the cab. No more was said as she looked up at them, a shy smile on her face as she closed the car door. When it pulled away from the curb, they all three let out a disgusted sigh.

“It’s going to be a long fucking weekend,” Trent ground out.

Dane couldn’t speak past the lump in his throat. As he watched the cab disappear around a corner, he had a horrible feeling he’d just let something precious slip through his fingers. Monday couldn’t come soon enough.

8

L
ydia looked at her reflection in the mirror. “No one can tell,” she assured herself. No one could possibly know how she’d spent her Friday night. It was now Monday morning and she was supposed to go to work and be professional. Life goes on. Hell, she’d already spent the weekend punishing herself over the stupidity of her actions. She’d prayed for forgiveness. She’d even gone to confession. Nothing helped and she had a sneaking suspicion it was because she’d liked it and wasn’t truly sorry. She’d enjoyed Apollo, Poseidon and Zeus. They’d given her something special, a chance to let loose and pretend she wasn’t the good Catholic girl for once in her life.

After she’d gotten home Friday night, or rather Saturday morning, Lydia had called Roni to let her know she was home safe. Roni had pumped her for information but she’d kept the details vague. She didn’t want to share the pleasure with anyone else. She wanted to keep the memories close. Roni had called her again Saturday afternoon wanting to take her shopping. Jeanette had even tried to coax her out of the house by mentioning the grand opening of Manic Stacks, a new used book-store in town. Lydia had denied them both. She knew they’d worry, but Lydia had wanted to wallow in her own misery. She’d even tossed around the idea of getting a permanent membership to Kinks in the hopes of seeing the men again. She’d quickly nixed that plan when she realized she just wasn’t adventurous enough for more than one night of passion. It had happened and now it was over. She should be thinking about work, not three gorgeous men in leather hoods who had the power to make a woman melt.

She covered her face in her hands and groaned. “Oh, God, three men at once.” What had she been thinking? It was a foolish thing to do. She could have been raped and murdered. But that argument wasn’t getting her anywhere because deep down she’d trusted them or she never would have given them the time of day. Lydia still felt there was something familiar about the men. It had nagged at her all weekend. That little curl in Apollo’s hair. That slight accent of Zeus’s. Poseidon’s intense eyes. Who were they really? Why the secrecy? She glanced at her watch and sighed. “I’m late. On top of everything else, I’m freaking late!”

Ensuring that her glasses were on straight and the bun was in place, Lydia left the bathroom and grabbed her car keys. As she opened the door to her apartment another thought struck. “Well, at least I didn’t lose the bet,” she mumbled. Her shoulders slumped as she locked the door behind her. Somehow the bet didn’t seem so important anymore. All she could think about was how any one man would ever be able to measure up to Apollo, Poseidon and Zeus. Her future was looking bleaker by the second.

Her cell phone rang just as Lydia reached her car. She grabbed it out of her purse and answered as she slid in behind the wheel. “Hello?”

“You’re late.”

At the sound of Dane’s gruff voice, Lydia slammed her car door shut and threw her purse on the passenger seat. “I’m aware of that. I’m on my way.”

“You’re always here well before eight, it’s now eight thirty. Is something wrong?”

Nothing that couldn’t be fixed by three deliciously powerful men in hoods. Her face heated at the errant thought. “No, I’m just getting a late start. Sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“It’s fine, take your time,” he said, his voice softening. “I was worried.”

Her lips quirked. “Afraid I wasn’t coming back, huh?”

“You’d have every right to quit, Lydia. No one would blame you.” He paused. “When you get in, come to my office so we can discuss a raise and more vacation time.”

Great, now she felt guilty for acting so surly. After all, it wasn’t his fault she’d made a mess of her personal life. “Thank you, Mr. Gentry. That sounds great.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Lydia. And it’s Dane, remember?”

He sounded far too serious and even apologetic. She didn’t know what to make of either. “You won’t lose me…Dane. I’m happy with my job. It’s just been stressful trying to fill too many shoes.”

“Understood. I’ll see you soon then.”

“Yes, soon.”

After they hung up, Lydia stared at the phone. “I need a vacation,” she mumbled as she put the key in the ignition. “Hawaii would do nicely.” As she pulled out of the parking space she imagined a Hawaiian vacation, complete with three hooded strangers to see to her every desire. “Crap, I’m so going to hell.”

Lydia couldn’t seem to move, could barely take a breath, as she stared at two dozen red roses in a beautiful crystal vase, a big red bow tied around the gorgeous bouquet. They’d been delivered right after she, Dane, Trent and Mac had gone to lunch. She’d never received flowers before so she hadn’t even considered that they might be for her.

Damn, someone had sent her flowers. She was afraid to go anywhere near them or the card sticking out of the top. Finally, after five minutes of staring at the fragrant red petals, Lydia pushed back her chair and stood. She plucked the card out of the center and read it.

Sweet Lydia,

Thank you for a memorable evening. We hope to see you again soon.

Your admirers,
Apollo, Poseidon and Zeus

She collapsed into her chair and read the card again. “Oh. My. God.” She groaned and quickly tucked the card into her purse before picking up the phone.

“Hey, chicka,” Roni answered in a chipper voice, “what’s up?”

“They sent me flowers,” Lydia muttered.

“Who?”