In MIB Custody [The Service Club 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

So this was how tonight was going to roll, small talk while they teased her however they wished and expected her to keep her scruples intact.

Danica let her gaze drop to Lowell’s finger, looked up at him from beneath her lashes, and saw amusement playing with the heat in his eyes.

“I went to New York not—” She swallowed hard, momentarily losing her train of thought when he flicked the callused pad of his thumb over her rapidly hardening nipple.

“You were saying?” The amusement in his eyes danced in his voice.

She could do this.
Let him play.
She would enjoy it, and she would keep the conversation going, too. “I spent some time in New York not long after you left town.”

She had gone to scope it out, get a real feel for the city and the area where she might like to live. She had known she wasn’t quite ready to make the leap. Her mother had still been alive, she had needed her, and everything that had happened had still been too fresh for her to pack up and go for good.

“I played tourist, got familiar with places, researched others...” She shrugged as his finger trailed down her abdomen, her stomach, and paused to circle her belly button. He remembered. She saw it in his eyes. She had never been ticklish. Instead, her belly button acted as more of an erogenous zone, sending darts of arousal arrowing straight to her clit. “I enjoyed the trip, but I think I knew even before I left that I wouldn’t be going back.”

Her belly quivered as his fingers moved on, turning to glide further down, stopping to draw pressured circles just above her slit.

“Why?” Heat overtook his tone, turning it husky and dark.

“Have you ever been somewhere that you felt you just didn’t belong?”

“Every day.”

His gaze met hers, held, and she knew nothing about that confession had been easy for him. It surprised her, too. He had followed his career ambitions, joined the FBI, and settled in Tampa. He had everything he had ever talked about wanting. She couldn’t imagine how he could feel like he didn’t belong.

“I don’t belong in New York. This is my place. It’s my town. It’s my home.” She gave a half laugh that morphed to a quiet half-gasping moan as his finger slipped between her folds and found her clit.

“It’s funny how all we could talk about growing up was getting out of this one-horse town. All of us.” Lowell shook his head. “Half never left at all, and most of those who did ended up back here anyway.”

You didn’t.

She bit her tongue on the words even as his finger ground on her clit. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back on her shoulders, and tightened her grip on the table to keep from slithering to the floor. Something warm brushed her lips. She licked them out of reflex and moaned when flavor exploded on her tongue. Spice and a hint of lime and more seasonings she couldn’t quite separate to define combined in a delicious concoction that somehow perfectly accented what Lowell was doing between her legs.

“Does it pass the test?” Zane’s hand snaked beneath her hair to cup her nape, the words a husky whisper against the side of her face as he fed her the bite of chicken and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

She rolled her head toward him, closing her eyes as she chewed. “Mmm.” The move drew his mouth to hers, and her lips parted. Between her legs, Lowell’s fingers dipped lower, sliding through the cream coating her cunt, and spreading it to the crack of her ass.

Zane’s tongue dove into her mouth, danced over hers, and treated her to more of that scrumptious flavor blended with his innate taste. She never would have thought fajitas could be sexy. She definitely knew she would never eat them the same way again.

“The chicken gets an excellent review,” she told Zane breathlessly as he slowly broke the kiss. “You still don’t.”

A dart of worry shot through his eyes. “How am I rating so far?”

Danica chewed her bottom lip and pretended to think. It was definitely an act. No freaking way could she think with him staring at her that way and Lowell’s fingers working their way back and forth from her pussy entrance to her anus. She thrust her hips forward, trying desperately to get his fingers inside her. She didn’t give a damn which hole they sank into.

“Three stars.” Zane actually looked heartbroken, and she knew, maybe they hadn’t known one another for long and maybe tonight was their first time being together face-to-face, but the feelings that had developed between them were real and they weren’t one sided.

Lowell’s fingers had stilled on the sensitive patch of flesh between her two openings. He seemed to realize she and Zane needed this moment. She dared to release her death grip on the table with one hand so she could flatten that palm on Zane’s cheek.

“You can advance that to five stars if you make me come.”

Relief moved through his handsome face so fast she nearly laughed before she caught herself.

He grinned. “You are determined, aren’t you?”

“Damn right, I am. I was under the impression if I came out of my room that’s what I would get. Instead, the two of you seem content to torment the shit out of me.”

“Not torment, darlin’.” Lowell dragged his fingers up her slit, delved two into her pussy in a single thrust that drove them in to his third knuckle, and pulled them free.

Danica cried out as a rapid intensely sensational bliss zinged through her, then chomped down on her tongue so hard it hurt just before the night’s bad word crossed her lips.

No! Damn it, don’t stop. Please.

She needed more. She needed deeper. She needed a cock,
his
cock buried inside her to the hilt.

“Just drawin’ out the anticipation,” Lowell finished as he pulled his fingers free. He dragged them, now covered in her juices, up her belly and abdomen, spreading her cream over her flesh.

Just drawing out the anticipation. Lowell’s words played like a mantra in her head, stirring something. Then it hit her.
Dominant Passion
. She had written a scene almost exactly like this in her latest book. The characters hadn’t been eating, at least not food, but the setting was the same, and they had worked her into a similar position as her heroine.

Danica lifted her head and pinned Lowell with a narrow-eyed glare. “You read it?”

The smile that unfolded on his lips was so sexy and devilish it sent her spiraling one step closer to release. “I’ve read all of ’em. Everything you’ve written from the beginning. My favorite was
Island Insanity
.”

That had been her second published novel, the one she had written not long after he had left, and her best seller to date. The plot was hardcore BDSM, two dominant FBI heroes and a submissive heroine who ended up stranded on an island where they learned to overcome a mountain of hatred and distrust to be together.

Danica barked a laugh. “I bet it was.”

“Do you remember what happened next in
Dominant Passion
?” Zane’s hand on her nape slowly slid away as he spoke, and he started to move.

“You read it, too?” Danica followed him with her gaze, rolling her head and finally tipping it back when he walked behind her so she didn’t lose sight of him.

“I did. Do you remember?”

“Of course I do. I wrote it.” Still, she had to rewind the plot in her mind. The ending of the novel was the freshest in her memory, and that particular scene had occurred barely a quarter of the way into the book.

Her memory latched onto the scene, and she waggled her brows, smiling in triumph. “Veronica got to come.”

Both men laughed.

“Yeah, she did.” Zane reached for her hands as Lowell snaked an arm around her and eased her to lie back on the table. “Do you remember how?”

The agonizing details came to her, excruciating because, yes, she remembered exactly how. It had been a buildup scene, one where her heroes had made her heroine come, but not in the way Danica needed right now.

“Damn,” she breathed as Zane adjusted her arms, turning her hands so she could grip the table above her head. “I tortured her. Well, her men did. Crap, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Let’s see if it still does.” Zane shifted a half step to his left, and she rolled her head on the table. His hands dropped to the waistband of his sweatpants, and her gaze was instantly there.

At the moment, it still seemed like a spectacular idea. She licked her lips, her mouth already watering so much it was a wonder she didn’t drool as she waited for him to play out the scene, to free his cock from his pants and offer it to her eagerly awaiting mouth.

Her attention was riveted on his hands. She watched as he peeled the sweatpants down his narrow hips and gulped when his cock sprang free. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the slit of his cockhead, and a soft moan rumbled from low in her throat. He curled his fingers around the base of his shaft, and her moan turned to a whimper as he began stroking his cock in even, methodical glides of his fisted hand up and down his shaft.

“Stop teasing me.” Danica released her hold on the table and started to reach for his cock, fully intending to replace his hand with hers. He caught her wrist in a lightning move she didn’t see coming.

“What are you doing?” Warning sounded in Zane’s voice. It should have set off her internal alarms. Instead, it sent a devious thrill racing straight to her toes.

“You tasted me. It’s my turn. I want to taste you.”

“You will taste me when I say you can. This hand”—he guided it back to the table, folding her fingers over the edge for her—“will stay where I put it or I will find a way to bind it there. Rest assured, if I have to do that, the teasing you think Lowell and I are doing to you now will pale in comparison to what we do to your sexy body then.”

Dear Goddess. Dark, evil sparks of excitement electrified Danica’s body. It was as if he had flipped some kind of switch. She had seen the dominance in him tonight, felt it when he’d had her handcuffed back at the Circle M, and heard it in his voice when he had eaten her pussy in the living room. But this, the deep, calm control he was wielding now was harsher, hotter, and she loved it.

“Please.” She dared to let the whisper escape her lips as her fingers clamped onto the edge of the table. “I want to suck your dick.”

He buried his hand in her hair and fisted it, holding her head still. His other hand remained on his cock. “Oh, you’re going to.” A thick promise outlined his husky tone. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Dannie. I’m going to fuck it until you are begging for me to come, until every hole in that sexy body of yours is burning to be fucked.”

Yes, that was exactly what she wanted! She wanted to watch him as she took his cock in her mouth. She wanted him to see her hunger, to know how badly she longed for this, how much she longed for him. She parted her lips, stretching her tongue out to reach that bead of pre-cum glistening on his cockhead, and made a sound she had never before heard herself make when that tiny taste remained a fraction of an inch out of her reach.

He laughed, the bastard, and tightened his grip on her hair. “You should be glad that little attempt wasn’t successful. Taking something without permission is grounds for punishment with me, Dannie.”

Sweet Goddess of hormones, threats like that made her pussy cream enough she wondered it didn’t drip juice all over the kitchen floor. Her pussy felt blistered with need, slick and pulsing. A gentle breeze drifted over her bare lips, intensifying her torment and adding a chill to the flaming heat. With her attention focused on Zane’s cock, it took her mind and body a moment to realize it was Lowell who had thrown that light breeze into the mix. He had situated himself between her legs, his face a scant inch from her spread pussy lips, and was softly blowing on her folds. The warmth of his breath colliding with her juices caused her lips to contract, and a shiver moved through her very soul.

“I wouldn’t have to disobey you if you would give me what I want.”

An all-new concoction of emotions in sparked in Zane’s eyes. He growled, a truly animalistic sound, and steadied her head as he inched his hips closer to her mouth.

The table was the perfect height, lifting her to the precise point that easily put her mouth in line with his cock. She opened her lips as the bulging crest brushed her flesh, closed her eyes, and groaned in pleasure at that first taste. Hot and male, his iron hardness was covered by warm, silky flesh. Lust stabbed through her. Hunger controlled her as effectively as his grip on her hair. He pulled at her head, but she resisted, her effort giving her just enough play to run her tongue beneath the crest, to lick her way along the vein that ran down the underside of his shaft. She felt that vein pulsing wildly beneath her tongue and would’ve smiled if her mouth hadn’t been so full of delicious cock.

Her brief moment of control didn’t last. He thrust his hips forward, spearing her mouth and throat with the full length of his erection, fucking her mouth like he had warned her he would.

“Suck it, Dannie.” Wild, hot desperation turned his voice darker, deeper.

Everything she was got swept away in it. Rational thoughts, sanity, even the need for survival disappeared in the hunger as she endeavored to taste every long inch of his cock.

Danica sucked his cock with a fervor that drove her to the brink of her own release, losing herself in his taste, in the incredible feel of his cock in her mouth and down her throat. She squirmed, grinding her hips on the table, and tried to close her legs in an effort to ease the inferno burning through her clit, but Lowell’s broad shoulders stopped her.