Maggie's Desire

by Heidi Lynn Anderson

  "Hey there, sexy," he said. "You could make a ninety-year-old corpse get a hard on in that get-up."

  She spun and sent him a confident smirk. "Hi." Julie ran her hands down her hips. "I didn't think you'd make it tonight."

  He pulled her into a hug and whispered. "Want to go into one of the back rooms and have a good time?"

  She stepped out of his embrace and chuckled. "In your dreams."

  The crowd behind him erupted into cheers. He turned and his throat went dry at the scene before him.

  Ava's friend, Nick, stood on the bar kissing a Marilyn Monroe look alike as if it was his life's greatest desire. Brian squinted as he realized the hot blonde was the club's manager, Maggie. What the hell?

  He blinked as Nick's hands slipped up the hem of her white halter dress. He watched the other man cup Maggie's sexy, round ass. Heat burned red hot over his skin when Nick slipped his palms under the flimsy strip of material she called underwear. The skirt flittered over his hands, hiding the erotic sight from view.

  He’d always thought Maggie was the sexiest thing on two legs, but her biting tongue and ever-changing hair color told him she wasn't for him. Disappointment settled in his chest. He turned his gaze to Julie. He needed someone like her. Julie was strong, independent, and willing to submit when he asked. Too bad he had to pay for that kind of relationship with her.

  Julie was the top Dominatrix in the state. Over the years he'd spent hours being dominated by her and doing the dominating. What they did in the back room was more like a kinky kind of therapy than anything sexual.

  Brian dragged his eyes back to the bar. In that moment, he wanted to be Nick. He needed to feel Maggie's hot, little body pressed into his. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and the heat of her pussy soaked into his jeans wrapping his cock in her warmth.

  His dick pulsed against his fly. The zipper abraded the tender flesh. Anger punched him in the gut. "What the fuck are they doing?"

  Julie sighed, the wistful sound grating on his last nerve.

  "It looks to me like kissing and maybe some heavy petting," she said.

  A sensation he hadn't felt in a long time tied his intestines in knots. Brian tamped down the need to punch Nick. "Is Wanda here tonight?"

  She grinned. "I didn't think you would have anything left inside you after this afternoon."

  He didn't think so either, but the sight of Maggie all but fucking Nick on the bar had need pulsing through his veins. "You know me."

  Julie eyed him and frowned. "Yes, I do know you."

  Her gaze held his for a long moment. He wanted to fidget under her scrutiny. Brian forced his body to relax and sent her grin.

  She blew out a breath. "Let me check if Wanda's here." Julie grabbed the wire hanging around her neck and spoke into it. She shook her head. "No, I haven't seen her in a while."

  He knew why that was. Ever since Logan hooked up with Ava, Wanda was MIA. "Great," he said, annoyed. "Anyone available this evening?"

  "I think Tracy and Cassandra are available."

  The thought of the curvy brunette and her lesbian lover had his balls tingling with newfound lust. "I think I could make it worth their while for an hour or so."

  "Go get 'em, tiger," Julie said and walked away.

  Brian glanced over at the bar. His throat closed with lust. Maggie's flushed face and shimmering eyes pulled at his soul. He couldn't take any more of this shit. Fuck me.

  He squeezed his eyes shut and willed away the unwanted feelings drumming though his body. Brian had two things going for him tonight. Cassandra was into him big time and her girlfriend liked to watch.

  A good thing because he didn't know what he would do if he had to watch her practically screwing Nick in front of the whole club. Brian looked over at Maggie and Nick one last time. Thankfully, they were slinging drinks and not groping each other on the bar.

  * * * *

  Brian drove himself ball's deep into Cassandra's cunt while Tracy suckled her nipples. Cassandra’s hand moved to her pussy and rubbed. The added friction sent shockwaves to his balls.

  Sweat poured down his body and dripped onto the champagne-colored satin sheets. He tried to get lost in the sights and sensations, but to no avail.

  The red-walled room with its plush furnishing always added a little something to the experiences. He tried not to think about why he wasn't into the three-way. Brian's dick softened. Grunting he pulled out, grabbed his cock, and stroked it hard.

  Brian lifted Cassandra's legs with his free hand and slammed back into her hot body. He swiveled his hips and tried to concentrate on the feeling of her wet heat clamping down around him. Images of Maggie dry humping Nick on the bar filled his mind instead. Disgusted with himself, he pumped his hips faster.

  "Yes, like that," Cassandra screamed. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."

  Brian jackhammered in and out of her cunt and watched Tracy pleasure her woman. The act used to have him biting back the need to come. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  Tracy stood, moved to Cassandra's head, and knelt beside her. Her eyes latched on to his. For a moment, he saw Maggie's emerald-colored eyes shining with desire. Tracy lifted her leg over Cassandra face, bringing him back to the task at hand. He shook his head.

  Tracy took Cassandra nipples between her forefingers and thumbs and pulled hard. The other woman shivered, crying out in pure ecstasy.

  "Eat me, bitch. Let's show him how it's done," Tracy said.

  Cassandra moaned, her pussy clenching around him. Brian could feel she was ready to orgasm. He gripped her hips to ride her hard and fast—the way she liked it.

  "Come, now," he demanded.

  She lapped at Tracy's clit. The other woman bore down on her face and screamed. Only then did Cassandra come. Her body shuddered and a rush of molten heat soaked him.

  Brian threw back his head. The memory of Maggie grinding her pussy against Nick's fly had Brian's balls demanding their release. He wondered what the other man's hand had done while under her dress. His body shuddered. White-hot heat snaked up his spine as cum filled the condom.

  * * * *

  Maggie dropped and broke yet another glass. "Shit."

  Nick sidled up next to her and reached over her head for a bottle of Gray Goose magnum. "That's your fifth broken glass tonight. What's up?"

  Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that Brian took Cassandra and Tracy into one of the back rooms over an hour ago or that every fifteen minutes you pull me up on the bar and go to third base. She didn't think her panties had ever been so wet.

  Maggie pushed Nick out of her way. "Nothing," she said, stomping back to the bar.

  Nick grabbed her around the waist. "He's coming."

  "What? Who?"

  She saw Brian push his way through the hordes of people with his 'I just got laid' smile on his sexy face.

  "Fuck," she said under her breath. Pain filled her chest and tears stung her eyes.

  "Come on," Nick said, and lifted her up onto the bar.

  The crowed went nuts. “Take it off. Take it off. Take it off.”

  Nick jumped up on the bar and grinned down at her. "Let's give them something to talk about."

  She backed way. "I am not taking off my clothes."

  Nick bent, grabbed her wrist and tugged, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "You don't have to. We're going to stick to the plan."

  Her body molded into his. What was she thinking this afternoon when she and Nick cooked up this little arrangement? Her body was in full meltdown mode ever since Nick kissed her senseless the first time.

  Nick's erection pressed against her belly. Fear and excitement mixed into an intoxicating concoction in her head. "Nick, I—"

  He cut her off with a tender kiss. "Trust me." He stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt. Every hormone in Maggie's body did the cha-cha.

  The crisp, white material slid over his muscular arms and floated to the floor. The crowd went crazy. Maggie blinked and swallowed. Nick gripped her hand an
d tugged her toward him.

  Nick nuzzled Maggie's neck and nipped. Shivers wracked her body. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and yanked him into her.

  Maggie wanted to feel every inch of his hard body. He lifted her like she weighed nothing and slipped his hands under her dress again. His lips trailed over her chin and captured her mouth.

  Every cell in her body seemed to burst all at once. Maggie no longer heard the crowd in the background. Not caring that everyone was watching, Maggie dug her fingers into Nick's hair and went for broke.

  He worked his magical hands under the strap of her panties then slid the flimsy silk over her ass and down her legs. Nick's fingers moved farther up her dress. She stiffened, wishing they would wander to lady land. His hands grazed over her ass. Maggie willed away the disappointment settling over her.

  Sliding his palms over her hips, Nick made sure no one could see any of her secret parts. He squeezed her waist. Heat shot through Maggie's body, melting her resolve.

  Maggie maneuvered her feet out of the six-inch platform shoes and shook the underwear free. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let Nick take her for a ride. The man knew how to kiss.

  By the time he set her down, Maggie wanted to beg him to make her come. She'd sat on the precipice of release for so long. A light breeze over her damp clit would've had her calling to the angels.

  Chapter Two

  Maggie zipped her car around Ava and Logan's cul-de-sac and parked behind Brian's BMW Z4. Her nerves quivered. After last night's show, Maggie didn't know if she'd ruined her chances with him. What chances?

  When Nick finally put her down to rioting cheers after the kiss of all kisses, Brian was nowhere in sight. She flipped down the visor and checked herself. Sighing, Maggie grabbed the cake carrier and opened the door. She forced herself to stroll up the walkway and not look up at the hunk of man on the roof.

  "You finally decided to join us?"

  Maggie's belly flip-flopped and she stumbled. She gazed up at Brian. The rim of the cake carrier cut into her hands and started to press into the frosting she'd spent all morning perfecting. "I was making a cake."

  A look she thought might be longing crossed his sexy face. "I didn't know you could bake?"

  There's a lot you don't know about me. "It's one of many things I can do," she said instead.

  "I saw some of those things last night."

  Her heart stuttered. She did go too far with Nick. Maggie stiffened her spine. Two can play at the bitchy game.

  "You're a number's cruncher—not a roofer, what the hell are you doing up there?" Good one, Maggie. You couldn't come up with something better?

  He swiped his well-defined forearm over his forehead and frowned. "Since I put myself through college roofing houses in the summer, I figured I can fix the leaks in this one."

  Sweat shimmered on his bare chest and highlighted every sexy muscle on his torso. Her hormones jumped for joy at the sight.

  She swallowed her lust down her dry throat. "Put on some sunscreen. You'll have a hard time screwing everyone with breasts if you have blisters."

  The bastard smiled. "I don't screw everyone with breasts. I haven't screwed you."

  And why not? What's wrong with me? She wanted to scream the questions at him. Tears welled in her eyes. "That's because I have better taste than most," she said.

  The front door of the early twentieth-century, Spanish style house opened, and Ava stepped out in all her beautiful, feminine glory. The light pink sundress and matching hat fit the other woman's personality and body to perfection. Maggie's tears dissipated and happiness took over. You couldn't help but smile when you saw Ava. She was like sunlight in a month of rainy days.

  The person strolling toward her was a far cry from the skittish woman that walked into Paradise a year ago. Who would have thought the shy, prim lady with the ill-fitting clothes would take to Logan and his dominance so well.

  They complemented each other. Even though Logan did the tying up, flogging, and mastery of Ava's pleasure, she was the one who ruled his heart and by doing so, ruled his world.

  A wistful sigh fluttered past Maggie lips. She wanted what Ava and Logan had. Tamping down her longing, she glanced down at her ripped jeans and old T-shirt. "I thought we were working today, not doing the 'ladies that lunch' thing."

  She took one last look at Ava and chuckled. "Where the heck did you get those?" she asked, pointing at Ava's feet.

  Ava hurried up the walkway. "Do you like?"

  "I do like. Where the heck did you get them?"

  "The benefits of small feet. I got them in the kid's department at Macys." She lifted her foot and angled the hot pink, sparkly sneaker. "They even light up."

  Maggie shook her head. "Of course they do." No one seeing Ava now would ever think she was an award-winning juvenile psychologist. "You're an enigma."

  Ava's cheeks flushed. "Since I can't do the girly heel thing like Julie, because let's face it, I'll topple over—or the sexy tomboy thing like you." Her eyes scanned over Maggie and lit with amusement. "Only you can look that good in a pair of combat boots. I have to flaunt myself in other ways." Her gaze finally zeroed in on Maggie's head. "Oh, Maggie, I love your hair! Very Marilyn Monroe."

  Maggie's free hand flew to her head. She'd been waiting for Ava to notice. The other woman had no problem telling Maggie what she thought about her hairstyles. "Thanks, I went blond for legends night at the club."

  Ava smiled widely. "I heard you and Nick put on quite a show last night."

  Heat rushed to Maggie's cheeks. "Since Logan hardly ever comes into the club anymore, someone had to do it."

  Ava blushed. "Well, you know, he keeps me tied up here."

  She grinned. "You're a lucky woman, Ava."

  "Don't I know it."

  A loud bang sounded from the roof. "Excuse me, ladies, but you're in the way of falling debris," Brian yelled down at them.

  Unfazed, Ava ran her slim fingers over Maggie's platinum do. "I think it's a tie between the hot pink and this one." She pulled at a strand. "Do you think I could pull off the pink? I think the girls at the community center would love it."

  "You could pull off anything."

  "Ava, honey," Logan called down. "Could you and Maggie continue your conversation inside?"

  "In a minute," she called up.

  Maggie shielded her eyes from the sun and grinned up at the piece of man candy looking down on them. "Hi, Logan."

  "Hey, Maggie, you're looking fine this morning."

  Damn it. She felt herself blush again. "Thanks."

  He swiped the sweat off his forehead. "Could you take my sassy fiancée inside?"

  Maggie sent him a smile. "Sure," she said and stepped to Ava. "Show me the inside."

  "All Brian had to do was ask us nicely to go inside," Ava said sarcastically.

  Brian grumbled something Maggie couldn't hear. She handed Ava the cake carrier. "Here. This needs to go into the fridge."

  "Thank you." Ava moved to the front door. "What is it?"

  Maggie stumbled over a loose paver. "A house-warming gift."

  The glow on the other woman's face warmed Maggie's heart.

  "You shouldn't have," Ava said. "It's going to be at least month before we can stay here."

  "Well, we'll just call it dessert then. I'll get you some pots and pans or something later."

  Ava led Maggie into the doorway. "Please don't. I have everything I need."

  "I bet you do. You and Logan are so full of happiness it makes me want to puke."

  Ava grinned over her shoulder "You're just jealous."

  "That I am. Do you blame me? You did steal Logan away from all the single ladies in the world."

  Maggie's heart twisted. Ava and Logan had it all. The love and absolute trust they had for each other warmed the coldest parts of her soul. If she ever fell in love, she wanted to be the everything in her man's life like Ava was to Logan.

  Ava sniggered.

  Maggie tried to
concentrate on the conversation.

  "I did, didn't I?” Should I be sorry?" Ava asked.

  "Absolutely. But I don't know two people more suited to one another."

  The other woman glowed with happiness. "Speaking of sexy, single men, thanks for letting Nick stay with you."

  She smiled, knowing the inquisition was coming. "Nice segue, Ava."

  "I'm sorry. If there is one man I love as much as Logan, it's Nick. He's my best friend and the closest thing I have to a brother."

  Maggie braced for whatever was to come. Ava was like a guard dog when it came to her friends. She would do anything to make them happy and keep them safe. For some reason she liked the idea of Nick and her together. Too bad, Maggie's heart wanted the jackass on the roof.

  "Any time.” Maggie forced herself to smile. “I like having Nick around.”

  "So where did he sleep?" Ava asked sweetly, too sweetly.

  "On the couch."

  "Really?"

  The suspicious glint in the other woman’s eyes had Maggie stiffening her spin. "Yes, Ava, really." She shook off Ava's hand gently.

  Ava grinned and opened the front door. "What about last night?"

  Maggie followed Ava inside and hoped the butterflies in her stomach would subside. "What happened at the club was just for show." Ava didn't need to know, if he asked to share her bed, Maggie would've gladly accepted and probably would've given him her virginity. But when they got back to her place, Nick just kissed her on the cheek and told her to sleep tight before he headed into the bathroom for a shower.

  Maggie had tossed and turned all night until she got up before the sun and become very friendly with her massaging showerhead. Smoothing her hands down her sides, she pulled herself together. "Is Nick here? He left when I was in the shower this morning."

  "He got here at the crack of dawn," Ava said. "You guys must be tripping over each other."

  "Why do you say that?"

  "Well, Nick got here so early and asked to take shower. He didn't care the hot water heater wasn't hooked up yet. I figured you two were stumbling over each other this morning. I know your place is tiny and all."