Hot In Here (Ashton Heights Fire # 3)

by Sami Lee

  He sauntered towards her, moving resolutely forward until her eyes widened and she backed up against the pool table. Blair leaned in, angling his body so she had to bend over backwards to maintain eye contact. “If you think that was the only reason I said what I did to you, you’re mistaken. I said what I did because I want to do all of it. Starting with making you sigh.”

  With that intent, Blair lifted a hand and used one finger to paint a trail from her jaw, down the side of her throat to the edge of her loose-fitting top. He slipped his fingertip beneath the fabric until he touched her bra strap.

  She let out a sigh.

  Blair smiled.

  Ally stared at him with a defiance that made Blair’s cock ache with need. “Are you done playing games?”

  Depends what type of game you mean. Blair held back the retort, not willing to risk scaring her off with a hint as to his sexual proclivities just yet. Instead, he opted for directness. “You want to get out of here?”

  Her lips twitched boldly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Once upon a time, Leo had considered himself a gentleman. Either two years of living in mutually agreeable debauchery with Blair had eroded his manners, or Ally stripped every ounce of civility from him, because as soon as they were outside the Sovereign, he knew he had to taste her. Patience or politeness meant nothing to him.

  In the shadows of the pub walls, he grasped her wrist and drew her towards him. She gasped when their chests bumped, and Leo took advantage of her parted lips. The kiss was incendiary, as hot and out of control as any fire. She tasted like strawberry lip gloss and beer, and she kissed him back with a fervor that added more fuel to the flames of his lust. He eased her against the brick wall, trying his best to protect her head from the impact as he continued to feast on her luscious lips. Ally fisted her hands in his T-shirt as though she wanted to tear the cotton apart.

  Fuck, yeah.

  She moved against him in a sinuous glide that further highlighted her arousal—and further ignited Leo’s. His cock strained, doing a damn fine job of sucking all the blood from his brain. He was going to fuck her right up against the wall if he didn’t control himself.

  He relinquished Ally’s mouth but couldn’t bring himself to move away from her. The way her body fit so perfectly with his felt too good. He let out a self-deprecating laugh. “Christ. Who are you and what have you done to me?”

  “You know me, Leo. I’m Ally.”

  Leo traced the line of her bottom lip, a gentle curve he could only just make out in the dark. “No last name?”

  She hesitated, and in that fraction of a heartbeat, Leo sensed a secret being kept. “Not tonight.”

  “Sound’s fine to me,” Blair said.

  Leo might have pushed Ally for her last name if Blair hadn’t spoken. But his friend’s presence, the thick lust in his voice, reminded Leo that Ally’s last name wasn’t relevant. She was another one-night stand, a girl whose last name wouldn’t matter tomorrow.

  For some reason, the notion didn’t quite ring true to Leo, but when Blair leaned toward Ally, Leo moved aside so his friend could take his place. They had to make sure Ally understood what they wanted, and to be certain she wanted the same thing.

  “Ally, do you understand what’s going on here?” Blair asked.

  “My guess is you both want me. Or one of you wants to watch while the other—”

  “We both want you,” Leo interjected.

  Blair shot a glance his way in the dark, and Leo sensed the curiosity in it. More often than not, it was the watching that Leo enjoyed most. It was fascinating to witness how women tended to swoon and melt and even beg under Blair’s ministrations. It was like really intense foreplay and sometimes all Leo had to do to find satisfaction was jack off.

  That wasn’t how things were going to go tonight, and it was better Blair knew that now. Watching Ally bend over that pool table, being the recipient of several of her cheeky smiles, was already more foreplay than he could stand. He wanted to touch and taste. He wanted to be consumed.

  The intensity of his need might have scared him if he hadn’t been too turned-on to care.

  “So you know what we’re offering,” Blair said to Ally as he cupped her jaw and tilted her head back. “The question is can you handle it?”

  In the red neon light cast by the Sovereign Hotel’s sign, Leo saw Ally’s eyes narrow. A second later, she had her fist clenched in Blair’s short hair and was dragging him towards her. Blair groaned as their mouths collided, his hands going immediately to Ally’s hips. He held her there against the wall and ground his hips into hers while they attacked each other’s mouths like a couple of feral animals.

  Leo revised his earlier assertion. He did want to watch, just a little. It was too damn sexy seeing Ally go at Blair like that, as though she was trying to win something instead of merely being kissed. He reached down and adjusted himself inside his jeans. It was no use. He was officially too big for his britches.

  Blair let out at yelp of surprise and abruptly pulled back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he laughed ruefully. “A biter, huh? Looks like we’ve got a real wild one, Leo. Our very own Ally Cat.”

  “Oops. Didn’t mean to do that.”

  Leo noticed Ally’s lack of apology and grinned.

  “I like that you got out of control, Ally Cat,” Blair said. “It means taming you is going to be that much more fun.”

  “There’s no taming me. Many have tried.”

  “And none have managed to stroke you ’til you purr?” Blair asked silkily as he leaned in and slipped a peremptory hand beneath Ally’s loose-fitting top. Leo knew the instant Blair touched her breast by the way Ally’s head dropped against the wall.

  “I bet I can make you purr, Ally Cat.”

  “So stop talking and prove it.”

  Blair threw back his head and laughed. He looked at Leo. “I think I like her.”

  “Me too. Let’s get out of here.” He pointed west. “Our place is six blocks that way. Are you up for a walk?”

  Ally straightened her clothes and winked. “I’m up for anything.”

  It took longer than it should have to walk through the tree-lined streets toward Blair and Leo’s house. The guys stopped every half a block to devour Ally’s mouth, and it was difficult to walk when you were making out. At one point, Leo pushed her up against a fig tree and pressed his body to hers, and the telling jut of his erection almost made Ally beg for him to take her right where they stood. If a car hadn’t driven by and roused her from her erotic stupor, she might have done it.

  I’m up for anything. When she’d said it, she hadn’t had public sex in mind, but as Leo released her and let her walk once more, she started to wonder if that was the kind of kink the men wanted. What had she gotten herself into? I’m up for anything. Who says something like that?

  Not Ally Wachawski, the sweet little sister of an Ashton Heights firefighter and daughter to a top city cop. But Ally No Last Name did. That girl did whatever she wanted and screw the consequences.

  What consequences could there be anyway? Leo and Blair would never find out who her brother was if she didn’t tell them, so where was the harm in her having a little fun? It wasn’t ideal that the opportunity to have a three-way with two hot guys came with the complication that those two men were her brother’s workmates, but what Corey didn’t know wouldn’t make steam erupt from his ears.

  “We usually cut through the park,” Blair explained as he started to turn into a darkened, grassy area. “Are you right to keep walking in those shoes?”

  Her wedge heels wouldn’t sink into the grass, so Ally smiled. “I think I can handle it.”

  “Good, because I don’t want you to take them off.”

  It sounded more like an order than an off-hand remark. Ally got a mental picture of her bent over a table wearing nothing but her shoes as Blair fucked her.

  Blair glanced at her as they walked into the park. His gaze was shrewd, as though he’d
somehow read her mind. Ally didn’t have time to work out if he was really that perceptive or if she was being paranoid before they lost the illumination of the street lights and Blair’s face was plunged into darkness.

  The crescent moon didn’t cast a lot of light, and for a moment, Ally was disorientated. Leo caressed her hip reassuringly. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

  He certainly did, and Ally figured he could have her for as long as he liked. Immediately, she quashed the fanciful thought. This was a one-night stand, not the beginning of a beautiful relationship. But her resolve trembled when Leo dipped his head and nuzzled her ear as they walked. Her knees turned to water and a sigh escaped her mouth.

  “You two are starting to piss me off.”

  Blair’s statement barely penetrated the erotic spell that Leo was winding around Ally. “Hmm…why?”

  Leo chuckled. “Those little sighs of yours are making him hungry, and he can’t eat until we get home.”

  The metaphor made Blair sound like a wild animal. A shiver racked Ally’s body and her nipples grew pointy and flint hard. Arousal swept away her caution, made her bold. “Why does he have to wait?”

  Her question was for Leo, but her gaze was on Blair’s shadow. She saw the moment he stopped walking and turned around. The light blue of his eyes glinted in the meager moonlight and then was obscured by the dark once more. Ally didn’t need to see his face to read the rigid control in his stance—a control that she sensed was about to snap.

  He sank his fingers in her hair and tilted her head back. He was swift and strong, mastering her body skillfully with that one action. Ally’s breath left her.

  “I’ve been waiting until we have some privacy, because I know the second I kiss you again, I’m going to want more,” Blair said. “I’m going to want to make you come and turn those maddening little sighs of yours into throat-burning screams.”

  “Oh,” Ally responded, a breathy syllable that no doubt sounded to him like one of her maddening little sighs, because Blair growled in response to it. Then he muttered a succinct curse word and dipped his head until their lips met. Although saying their lips met wasn’t adequate. Blair didn’t seduce and cajole a fiery response from her as Leo had. He demanded. He took. His kiss was like an invasion, one Ally had no desire to hold off. In the back of her throat, she made noises that weren’t voluntary, that didn’t even sound quite human, as Blair devoured her mouth like the hungry animal that Leo had described him as.

  Leo. He was there at her back, holding her hips in place while Blair’s kiss took over her body. Ally felt the heat of him behind her, the steel hardness of Blair in front of her. She felt something poking her in the stomach and realized it was an erection. The knowledge of Blair’s desire for her turned her panties wetter. Against his chest, her breasts tingled and burned.

  When Blair released her mouth suddenly, Ally whimpered in disappointment and chased his lips. He didn’t let her catch them, and Ally felt the way he watched her in the dark. She wondered if he could see anything in the scant light, or if the knowledge she sensed in his gaze came from some preternatural instinct rather than sight.

  “Fuck,” he said at last, the word falling out on a labored breath. “Fuck me.”

  Gladly, Ally thought, although she knew he’d meant it as a simple cuss. But there was no question that Blair’s kiss had set her body on fire, readied it for an energetic bout of sex. She couldn’t remember ever being so turned on.

  Weakened, Ally sank back against Leo’s steady body. The instant she did, she felt the sharp prod of his cock as it nestled against her ass. Her pulse remained at its elevated rate, the blood travelling through her body like a sinuous vine of liquid heat. She turned her head to the side, offering her lips to Leo as well.

  He kissed her with the same seductive skill as he had before, but now there was an edge to it. He sank his teeth into her bottom lip, causing Ally to arch her back with pleasure. The action made her ass press more firmly against his denim-covered hard on. With a groan, Leo held her to him and ground his rigid cock into her soft flesh.

  “Jesus, woman.” Blair closed in on her front again and slipped a hand around her nape. “You’re driving us both wild.”

  Satisfaction floated inside Ally like helium. She was driving not one but two totally hot guys crazy with lust. Who knew she had such appeal?

  “Come here.”

  Blair took Ally’s hand and led her forward. She followed his lead without protest, which was something she made a mental note to work on later. She couldn’t let him boss her around all night, make demands instead of requests. Even if it did make her strangely hot and bothered.

  In the paltry light cast by the sliver of moon, Ally saw the outline of an old-fashioned swing set and slippery slide ahead. Blair drew her toward the slide. When he was standing under it, he pulled her towards him, holding her at arm’s length instead of flush against his body. Ally tried to ignore the shard of disappointment that sharpened inside her.

  Under the slide, it was even darker than it was in the open park. Ally’s heart beat against her breast as she wondered what Blair was up to. She got her answer a moment later when he took hold of her hands and lifted them over her head. He encouraged her to secure her fingers over the edges of the metal slide.

  “Hold on. Don’t let go.”

  The slide was fairly tall, so hanging on to it stretched Ally’s arm muscles to the limit. If she hadn’t been wearing her heels, she wouldn’t have even reached it. Yet when Blair let her wrists go, she held on to the slide as instructed.

  Why she did as she was told, she had no idea. The pose wasn’t all that comfortable. She felt vulnerable without the use of her arms, somehow exposed even though it was dark and she was fully dressed. She wasn’t a shrinking violet by any stretch. She’d traveled alone through Europe, for God’s sake. She was capable of telling a guy to stick his orders where the sun didn’t shine.

  But for some reason, the objections stopped in her throat, clogging it. Blair’s actions might be high-handed, but there was something undoubtedly arousing about them too. The way she was positioned, Blair or Leo could touch her anywhere they wanted.

  The thought filled her panties with wet heat.

  “There’s something I’ve been wondering, Ally Cat,” Blair began as he traced the indent of her waist with his fingers.

  Ally sucked in a breath when he brushed his finger over the outer curve of her breast. Her query was breathless. “What’s that?”

  Blair’s feather-light touch moved downward again, over her waist and hips, until it reached the hem of her denim skirt. “I’ve been wondering what color your panties are.”

  Before she could register what he was about to do, Blair grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it until it was bunched around her hips. Ally let out an exclamation of surprise. Had he really just lifted her skirt like that? Without asking? In a public park? Oh my God, Ally. You can’t let him get away with that!

  Her inner voice made perfect sense, but for some reason, the message didn’t engage her synapses. She didn’t let go of the slide and punch Blair Bowman in the face, as she ought to do. Instead, she held tighter to the metal, shocked at the turn of events yet unable to loosen her grip. Not even when Blair slipped a hand between her legs and encountered her swollen heat.

  “Fuck,” he swore. “So wet. Feel her, Leo.”

  Blair shifted his hand aside so Leo’s could replace it. He cupped her mound, his touch gentle—too gentle. After the peremptory demand of Blair’s touch, Ally needed more. She rocked her hips until Leo pressed harder against her and her clit buzzed with delight beneath his fingers.

  “Still can’t see in the dark, Ally.” Blair’s murmur brushed hot breath over her ear. Against her hip, he curled his fingers around the fabric of her undies. “Tell me what color they are or I rip them off and keep them.”

  Holy shit! How could such a ludicrous threat make her so crazy hot? She almost wanted him to rip the material, to hear it tear in the
strange quiet of the deserted park. But they were brand new and she didn’t really want to lose them. “Pink. They’re pink.”

  “Nice.” He seemed inordinately satisfied with that. What kind of man cared about underwear color anyway? As weird as his delight was, Ally was glad she’d pleased him.

  Her pleasure turned to shocked outrage when he fisted her knickers in his hand and gave them a sharp yank until they ripped apart.

  “Hey! You said you wouldn’t.”

  “First thing you need to know about me is that I don’t play fair. Not when it comes to something I want this badly.”

  “You want my underwear?” Ally asked. “What, have you got a collection?”

  “No. I want your pussy bare to me when I taste it for the first time.”

  Ally’s blood rushed. He wouldn’t give her head right here in the park, surely? But it seemed that was exactly what Blair intended to do, because he lowered to his knees before her. “Oh, jeez. You’re really going to—”

  “Open your legs wider, Ally. Spread yourself for me so I know this is what you want.”

  It was a shocking instruction, yet she was so turned on she couldn’t bring herself to move.

  “Ally.”

  There was a warning note in Blair’s voice, as though she were on the verge of disappointing him. For some stupid reason, she dreaded the possibility. “I…I can’t.”

  “Sweetheart.” It was Leo, his lips right next to her ear. His touch burned through her thin top as he traced a sensuous line over her stomach. “If you don’t want to, just let go. We won’t make you stay. I’ll call you a cab. You don’t owe us anything. Just tell us what you need.”

  Leo’s fingers teased a response from her as he brushed them over the underside of her breast. Her nipple peaked, seeking attention. Leo avoided the stiff tip, drawing a teasing circle around it that made her writhe in frustration. Her arms strained from hanging onto the slide, but she couldn’t bring herself to let go. The vulnerability of her position was strangely addictive. She was completely open to them and she didn’t want to close herself off again.