A Daring Desire (Dare Menage Series Book 4)

by Jeanne St. James

  “You know how to turn a guy on, Gryff. You gave me a hard-on.” Trey’s words sounded strained from the pressure on his windpipe.

  His words were true; the man’s erection pressed against Gryff’s thigh.

  “Boss.”

  Gryff blinked but didn’t let up.

  “Boss, don’t. Let him go.”

  “You know, we can share. It’s worth it. Ask your brother.”

  “Next time you say ‘ask your brother’ I will rip your fucking tongue out.”

  Trey chuckled, but it came out more like choking. “If you do that, I won’t be able to suck your dick. And I’m good at it, Gryff. Picture it: me down on my knees, your cock in my mouth, your fingers gripping my hair as I swallow your load.”

  Gryff grimaced but still didn’t back off. However, he couldn’t wipe that vision from his mind.

  “I know you want it, too, Gryff. I can feel you getting just as hard as me.”

  Fuck. He was right.

  Gryff stepped back abruptly, letting him go. Trey’s hand went to his throat.

  “Get. Out.” It should be fury making his voice shake, but it wasn’t. Gryff didn’t want to admit what made his fingers tremble and his body react.

  With a smirk, Trey gave Rayne a last look before heading out the door. “You have my number, Gryff, if you want me.”

  Gryff slammed the door behind him and got control of his breathing before spinning to face Rayne.

  She no longer had the gleam in her eye or the color in her cheeks. In fact, she looked a little shell-shocked. “Jesus, Boss,” she whispered. Her eyes dropped to his groin and his obvious erection.

  Fuck.

  He didn’t know if she was “Jesus, Bossing” him because of his loss of temper or because of his body’s reaction to Trey.

  Either way it wasn’t good, and he wasn’t proud of himself. Not at all. He worked long and hard to get where he was in life. And suddenly, his control seemed to be tumbling down around him. First with Rayne. And now Trey.

  He strode over to her chair and spun her to face him. He looked down into her face, wanting to watch her expression when he asked, “You want him?”

  She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

  He sucked in a breath. “So, once was enough with me?”

  Now she hesitates.

  “No.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “I want you, Gryff, but not bent over in your office only because you’re pushed past the point of no return. I want you so much more than like that.”

  He gave a sharp nod. More to himself than to her. He snagged her chin in his fingers, tilting her head up so she couldn’t avoid his eyes. “You can’t have us both. I won’t share you with him.”

  When she said nothing, he realized he was not only jealous of Trey’s interest in Rayne, but also of her interest in Trey.

  That was just plain fucked up.

  “I can take care of that for you,” she whispered.

  He opened his mouth to ask her what she was talking about. But he knew. Now it wasn’t Trey keeping him hard, it was Rayne. His damn cock just wouldn’t quit.

  He dragged his thumb slowly over her bottom lip, over her bright red lipstick, then dipped it inside. When the tip of her tongue touched him, he locked his knees so he wouldn’t fall to her feet. It was a mistake to even consider what she proposed.

  But, damn, he couldn’t stop. And he couldn’t forget what it felt like when he pounded her a couple weeks ago.

  Without waiting for his answer, and not breaking eye contact, she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants.

  This was wrong. Even if it wasn’t so wrong, there wasn’t a lock on the door. Which was wrong.

  He didn’t stop her from pushing his pants and boxer briefs down enough to take him into her palm. Then, she pulled her chin from his grasp and wrapped those red lips around him.

  His fingers slipped into her long hair and gripped it tight as his head fell back, his eyes slid shut and his mouth parted to release short breaths. His chest constricted as her wet, hot, sweet, sweet mouth took him deep. With fingers wrapped around the root of his cock, the pull of her mouth made him groan and thrust.

  His balls tightened when she scraped her nails over the delicate skin. It was her tongue lapping at the crown of his head then working its way down his length that made him cry out.

  He guided her head, that filthy, sexy mouth of hers up and down his length, the muscles in his ass clenching and unclenching as she swallowed him, dipped the tip of her tongue in his slit.

  Even though he knew it was Rayne who had him in her mouth, he couldn’t erase what Trey told him. The image of Trey down on his knees and it being his mouth on him wouldn’t disappear.

  He forced his eyes open so he could see who held him, who sucked him. Who really turned him on. Not who he imagined it to be.

  There was something about her that drove him over the edge way too soon. Maybe it was her sex-kitten looks, the curve of her lips, those bold green eyes. Her sultry smile, her husky voice, her full breasts that seemed to want to spill out of her blouse.

  Whatever it was, it took him to his knees. She sucked, licked, and scraped her teeth over the head of his cock, squeezing his balls all the while. Seeing her red lips stretched over his girth, her cheeks hollowed, her eyes catching his, sent any thoughts of Trey spinning away.

  When the pressure built and his dick got even harder, he knew he wouldn’t last. And hell, right now he wanted this to last forever, but it would end embarrassingly quicker than he’d like. Just like that time he had her bent over. Fast and furious.

  And that was all she wrote, folks. He was a complete goner. His chest heaved, his hips jerked and before he could warn her, he released himself at the back of her throat, using his grip in her hair to hold her still.

  A few seconds later his fingers finally loosened and he freed her. “Sorry.”

  She straightened in her chair and wiped the corners of her mouth.

  Damn, even that was hot.

  “For what?”

  For thinking of Trey Holloway even for a second while you blew my mind. “For no warning.”

  “I wouldn’t have done anything different even if you had.”

  Fuuuuuuuuck.

  He tucked himself back in his pants and fastened them closed before taking a step back. “This is crazy,” he said, shaking his head, scrubbing a palm over his hair.

  “Why?”

  He leveled his gaze at her in surprise. “Why? Because I’m your boss. This is my place of business. And this is not very professional.”

  And, let’s not forget the part where you’re destroying my control.

  Not good.

  And on that note, he needed to get the hell out of there, before he shoved her onto her desk and took advantage of his employee again. He rounded her desk and yanked her office door open. He needed to escape while he still could.

  “Boss,” she called out. He stopped dead in the doorway, his back to her. “I like you and I think you know what I mean when I say that. But, as bad as this might sound, I like him, too. Is that wrong? I don’t know. But there’s something about him underneath the surface and it’s the same with you. You don’t want anyone to know, but I see something. You two seem like complete opposites, even if only on the surface, but that’s what attracts me to both of you.”

  Not as opposite as you think.

  “But you can’t expect exclusivity. We’re not even dating.”

  And there it was. The truth. They weren’t even dating. He didn’t even know if he wanted to open that can of worms with an employee.

  It wasn’t smart.

  But then neither was fucking her in his office or her sucking him off in hers.

  He could fire her...

  What the fuck.

  Was he stupid enough to fire one of his best attorneys just to get a piece of tail?

  His brain was truly scrambled. Especially if he thought Rayne was just a piece of tail. Because there wa
s so much more to her than that.

  He couldn’t answer her, so he only nodded and closed her office door quietly behind him.

  Then spent the rest of the day holed up in his office, reminding himself why he got that dragon tattoo in the first place.

  Chapter 3

  Trey knew this might be a bad idea.

  A really bad one.

  But, he figured it could be worth the risk. Though, last time he was in a bar thinking he would get lucky, he got arrested and then suspended from the team, instead.

  And now he was down five hundred grand.

  Five. Hundred. Fucking. Grand.

  He figured he had two good reasons to cough up that much scratch. One, his career might come to a screeching halt if he didn’t, and two, he needed to hire the best to represent him, who, with any luck, would get his charges dismissed instead of going through a lengthy legal process. Because if they weren’t, it would delay him getting back on the team. And a loss of possibly getting a Super Bowl ring.

  He fucking wanted that ring. He could taste it.

  Grae Ward said his brother was the best. However, Trey didn’t fork out those ridiculous funds simply because of Gryff and Rayne’s reputation. Though, once he met both of them he knew he wanted no one else.

  He wasn’t just talking representation in a court of law. He was talking about his bed. Though, he couldn’t figure out who he wanted more. The hot male attorney with an ass that wouldn’t quit. Or the hot female attorney with an ass that wouldn’t quit.

  So, what the hell, why not both? Right?

  Right. Though, Gryff probably wouldn’t cooperate with his little plan, even though the man got turned on when Trey “flirted” with him. That reaction left Trey with no doubt that Gryff wasn’t completely against the idea of being with another man. Whether that stubborn guy wanted to admit it or not.

  Yeah, there was no mistaking the hard-on Gryff got when he pinned Trey against the wall.

  Now, as he sat at the bar surrounded by stale smoke and after-work drinking habits, he questioned his idea of tricking Gryff here to the bar.

  He ran a finger down the sweating glass of his Jack and Coke. The one he had only two sips from.

  Because he needed to be sober for this.

  He’d be a fool otherwise. Plus, he needed to keep his “nose clean” or he’d watch his five hundred G’s go up in smoke. Poof.

  The door opened and some fresh air rushed into the dank bar’s interior, reminding the occupants for a split second that there really was a life outside this drinking hole. He had picked this particular place because he hoped no one would recognize him, and if they did, they’d likely leave him alone.

  When he first walked in and moseyed up to the bar, eyes had landed on him. Along with looks of recognition and curiosity, he even scored a few chin lifts from some of what looked like regulars. But, so far, no one had violated his personal space.

  Even the bartender had left him alone after serving him.

  Trey’s eyes tracked the broad, dark man approaching him.

  And the guy didn’t look happy. Not pleased at all.

  Though, that was to be expected. Gryffin Ward, Esquire extraordinaire, probably thought himself too good to hang out in bars. He probably thought he had a reputation to uphold. He wouldn’t want to risk even a slight smudge on his character by being caught in a place like this. With a guy like him.

  Trey grew up in these types of bars. Especially since his drunk of a mother couldn’t afford a babysitter for him and his younger sister due to drinking all her money. Which had never been much to begin with.

  He had come from shit. So, anything other than shit was an improvement.

  “Let’s go,” came the low demand as Gryff approached him.

  “Hold on.”

  “No. You called me because you said you had too much to drink and couldn’t drive. Which, if I remember correctly, I told you no drinking. I guess you thought I was bullshitting. Then you have the fucking balls to call me to come pick your ass up. And, fucking fool that I am, I came. So here I am. Now, let’s fucking go.”

  Damn. Someone crawled out of the wrong side of bed this morning. “Gryff—"

  “No, Trey. I’m warning you. I could buy a really nice fucking boat with five hundred thousand. A really nice boat. One you’ll never step foot on. Just remember that. And remember that when that Super Bowl ring slides on someone else’s finger.”

  Trey frowned and stared up into the angry mask of the other man’s face. “Well, that was just downright cold.”

  “You’re damn right it was. I’m simply reminding you of what you have to lose. And let me tell you what you have to gain if you fuck up... jail time. Since you like men, it may not be such a hardship for you. But you won’t get to pick your partners. Though, maybe you’re not picky and any dick will do.”

  Trey closed his eyes and murmured, “Fuck you.”

  “Look at me, Trey. Now.”

  Trey’s gaze climbed the man standing over him. Gryff shoved a finger in his face. “I don’t need irresponsible, cocky assholes like you for clients. I only took you on as a favor for my brother. I really don’t need the hassle, let me remind you of that. I wasn’t kidding when I said to keep your nose clean. You make our job harder when you don’t. So, I want to know why you called me, of all people, to come get your ass because you’re drunk.”

  Fuck. This was not going as planned. Not at all. “I’m not.”

  Gryff dropped his hand and some of the hardness slipped from his face. “Not what?”

  “Not drunk.”

  Gryff’s eyes dropped to the drink in front of him. He turned his head toward the bartender who stood at the farthest end of the bar, watching them from a safe distance. He called out, “How many drinks has he had?”

  The bartender lifted one finger. “That’s his first.”

  Gryff frowned as he studied the full drink for another second then leveled his gaze at Trey. “Then why am I here?”

  “When’s the last time you’ve tied on a good one?”

  Gryff pinned him with a stare, his brows dropping even lower. “Are you serious right now? Please tell me you’re not being serious.”

  “I’ll buy you a drink if you come sit with me. I want to make peace. I want things to be smooth between us.”

  “Smooth,” Gryff repeated like he had a bad taste in his mouth.

  Trey called down the bar, “Bartender, can you get him whatever he wants?”

  The bartender scuttled to them and gave Gryff a questioning look.

  “What I want is for you to keep your shit clean,” he said in a low voice, but then turned to the bartender and said, “Whatever he’s having.”

  Trey smothered his smile. Baby steps. That’s all it took. Baby steps. A few uncomfortable moments later, the bartender slid a glass in front of Gryff. Trey pushed to his feet, grabbed both of their drinks and tilted his head toward one of the empty booths.

  “C’mon. Sit with me.” Trey leaned close, but didn’t touch him. “I won’t bite. I promise. Not unless you ask me to.”

  Gryff shook his head and moved toward a booth farthest from the other patrons. Trey followed, still fighting the smile that wanted to break out.

  When the other man slid into one side, Trey slid into the other, placing Gryff’s Jack and Coke in front of him. Without hesitation, Gryff picked it up and downed half of it.

  Trey looked at him in surprise.

  “You’re driving me to drink,” was the gruff answer he got in response.

  Trey didn’t fight the laugh, and he lifted his own glass to his lips, letting the cool drink slide down his throat and warm his stomach. Though, he didn’t need help in that area since the man sitting across from him did that all on his own.

  Gryffin Ward was fucking hot as hell. Trey was almost as determined to get him in his bed as a Championship ring on his finger.

  But baby steps, he reminded himself. He didn’t feel like getting his block knocked off. Trey was certain th
at getting his ass beat by Gryff would be worse than the four guys who tried to take him down the last time.

  “I really respect your brother.”

  Gryff swallowed the rest of his drink, slammed the glass on the table, then eyed him suspiciously. “Me, too.”

  Trey raised a hand to the bartender. “Keep ‘em coming.” Then turned back to face him. “You guys look a lot alike.”

  Gryff simply said, “We’re blood.”

  “Are you alike in any other ways?”

  The bartender came up, placed a fresh drink in front of Gryff and disappeared. He stared at it before saying, “Look, you call me up to take your drunk ass home. It turns out you lied and now you want to get me drunk, so what gives?” Then he pinned his dark eyes on Trey. “Are you trying to booze me up enough to get me out behind the bar for a make-out session?” When Trey didn’t answer, he continued, “You want to lure me back there so you can get your ass kicked again?”

  “I didn’t get my ass kicked.”

  “No, you busted up a few guys instead. You should be proud of yourself.”

  The man didn’t give an inch. He was hard, relentless. And once again, Trey realized his plan to soften up Gryff was backfiring. “Fuck you, Gryff. I protected myself.”

  “And you got arrested doing it.”

  “What was I supposed to do? Let them beat the shit out of me? Kill me? All because I like men? That fucker did, too. He just didn’t want anyone to know and had to save face when he got caught red-handed with his tongue down my throat.”

  “Here’s a thought... Maybe don’t pick up random men in bars. Or stick to women.”

  Trey snorted and dragged his fingers through his hair. “Right.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I want what I want.”

  “We don’t always get what we want. It’s part of being grown.”

  “No, Gryff, you’re wrong. Being grown means you work hard until you achieve your goal.”

  “When have you ever worked hard? You were handed a dream spot on a professional football team. You make millions to throw a damn ball.”