Triple Stud (5 page)
He’d seen her before. Where?
“Hi,” the redhead said, her voice a deep and sultry siren’s call.
He turned toward her again, catching, once more, the sensual promise glimmering in her cool blue gaze. Despite the invitation he read on her face–-or maybe because of it–-he found himself tiring of her already. His attention snapped back to the quiet woman next to him. An old David Bowie song echoed in his head, China Girl. “I know this is the world’s worst line, but don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“I’m not sure.” His China Girl stared at the tattoo on his neck, following the curved line up to his jaw. “I think I recognize the tattoo.”
“My brothers and I have the identical design, a griffin. It’s kind of a family thing. Our mother did the work.”
“Your mother? How interesting.” The redhead inched closer to get a better look, or so he assumed. “It’s very sexy. I’m not crazy about tattoos, at least not most of the ones I’ve seen. This one’s very different. All black, and grey and sorta...what’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Celtic?” The brunette offered.
That brunette was spot on. Their mother had been one hundred percent Irish. There could never be any doubt, with her mane of copper colored hair and freckles. And the design she’d created for her three sons was as Irish as her maiden name, O’Sullivan.
The redhead scowled. “No, that’s not it. I mean, yeah, it is Celtic, but that’s not what I’m trying to say. Men with tattoos are a little...dangerous.”
“Wicked.” Something darkened the brunette’s expression.
“Yes, wicked.” The redhead’s white teeth sank into her lower lip. “That’s a good word.”
Yeah, that was a good word.
He was feeling a little wicked something going on. And he could tell at least one woman was feeling it too. “Can I buy you ladies a drink?”
“Actually,” The brunette shot the redhead a nervous glance, “we were getting ready to leave–”
“But one more drink wouldn’t hurt,” the redhead finished, slanting a smile his way. “Thank you. By the way, my name’s Andi and this is Rin.”
“Good to meet you, Andi and Rin. I’m Drako. Let’s go see if we can find a table.” He motioned for them to precede him out of the dark corridor. He followed them back into the crowded heat of the bar. As they shuffled and wound their way through the throng, his gaze meandered down the back of Rin’s body, from the bouncing curls that tumbled down her back to a nicely-rounded ass hugged in a snug black skirt. When she stopped to let a couple pass by, he leaned over her shoulder and whispered, “Maybe we can figure out where we’ve seen each other before.”
A delicate fragrance drifted to his nose. Jasmine. It was refreshing, compared to the cloying blend of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne hanging heavy in the air and making his nose burn.
“Sure. Maybe.” She hurried around a couple clawing at each other like bears in heat.
He smiled at her expression as she shuffled past them, her lips parting, cheeks flushing a pretty pink.
Damn this was a hot place, in more ways than one. It sure put him in the mood to fuck, with all the gyrating bodies and hard, thumping music. A song he recognized started playing, a slow, sexy number, and taking advantage of the moment, he caught Rin’s slender wrist.
She glanced over her shoulder.
“Dance with me.” He didn’t wait for her to respond, just tugged her gently until her body was flush with his. He looped one arm around her back, splaying his fingers over the base of her spine. He felt her stiffen against him then relax.
She was petite, the top of her head hitting his chest at about nipple level. He liked how small and fragile she felt in his arms, how her little body fit against his.
And how she worked those hips of hers. Damn.
Sparks of erotic hunger zapped and sizzled through his body with every sway. He tucked his leg between hers and rocked his hips from side to side, melting at the feeling of her hips working perfectly with his. Her feminine curves conformed to his hard angles as she pressed tighter against him. He cupped her chin and lifted, coaxing her to look at him, to let him see that beautiful face, to maybe taste her lush mouth.
A second female body crowded against him from behind. A woman’s hands glided down his tight thighs. Breasts flattened against his back. Within a second, his prick was hard enough to bust through brick, his balls tight, his blood burning like acid.
Rin’s eyes lifted to his, and her lips parted in a natural pout, so different from the practiced expression her friend had donned for him.
That was it; he had to kiss her.
He tipped his head, his entire body tight and hard and ready. But just before his mouth claimed hers, she lurched away. He opened his eyes to catch the redhead slipping into her place as the music changed.
He twisted to find his delicate Rin, but she’d disappeared into the crowd.
“She’s my friend,” Andi shouted over the music as she undulated against him. “I won’t say anything bad about her. But she’s just not into this. She’s so shy. Sorry.” She smoothed her hands up his torso.
He was sorry too.
There was something about her. A quiet sensuality that didn’t need to be forced. He hadn’t been that intrigued by a woman in a long time. “No need to apologize for her.”
“I’m guessing you like your women a little less aggressive?”
“Yeah.”
“Got it.” Her expression softened. “If you want to be the predator, I can be the prey. Let’s play.” Giggling, Andi slipped out of his arms and dashed into the crowd.
Now this was getting interesting.
Rin all but forgotten, he set out to hunt down his redheaded quarry in the black fuck-me dress.
Hunter. Prey. It looked like both of them would get what they were after tonight.
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Also by Tawny Taylor
Wild Knights (Passion Unbound 1)
Wicked Knights (Passion Unbound 2)
Rescue Me (writing as Sydney Allan)
About Monday (writing as Tami Dane)
The Real Werewives of Vampire County (writing as Tami Dane)
Blood of Eden (writing as Tami Dane)
About Tawny Taylor
Tawny Taylor has been writing erotica for women for ten years. Her first erotic romance, Tempting Fate, was published in 2004 and was an RT Reviewer’s Choice nominee and highly reviewed book. To date, Tawny has over 50 published books by 5 publishers, including Pocket, Kensington, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain and Changeling Press. They include several subgenres of erotica and erotic romance including paranormal, menage, contemporary, and romantic/erotic suspense. Many of her books contain D/s, bondage, and domination and submission. Among her best selling books are Dark Master (Vampire, BDSM), Decadent Master (Vampire, BDSM), and Wrath’s Embrace (Menage, BDSM).
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