by Zoey Marcel
“We’re just kissing,” she informed Dominic.
Her brother shook his head, smiling a little. “That wasn’t kissing. That was making babies with your clothes on.”
Heath and Danielle tittered.
Dominic’s features were taut with faux criticism even as a sassy smirk gave him away. “I’ve got my eye on you two.”
He went back inside.
Danielle turned to her hunky vet. “Does this mean you changed your mind about the McAlisters?”
“I just want you, Danielle. If I have to share you, fine. Just don’t compare me to them or like them more. You can like me better, though. That’s fine.”
She laughed lightly and petted his arms through his sleeves. “I love you all.”
They hugged again.
“I’m so glad you came back to me. I cried so much without you. Did you cry when I was gone?”
“Er. Well, no, but I drank a lot.”
She shrugged with a smile. “Same thing.”
“That’s the man’s version of crying over someone.”
She snickered and held him close again. “I’m just glad you’re here with me.”
He rubbed her back while they embraced. “So am I. I’ll never let you go again.”
* * * *
Later around sunset Heath rubbed the back of his neck, teeming with anxiety after Heller let him into the motorcycle shop.
“What’s up, pretty boy? You look like you’ve done something wrong.” Heller ran his hand over a Harley as he inspected it. “Did you?”
Heath winced. “Well, no.”
“Oh yeah, that’s convincing.”
“Sorry. I just came to tell you that I made up with Danielle.”
The bodybuilder’s jaw tensed, but otherwise he didn’t seem fazed by the news. “Made up with her or made out with her?”
Heath grimaced. “What?”
“I heard about your little tumble in the grass with that blonde dame.”
“What? Jesus, you can’t take a piss in that town without everybody knowing about it.”
“How do you know I don’t have someone spying on you?”
He didn’t move. A devious shadow hovered over the other man. “Do you?”
Heller looked up from his shiny toy, features easing into forced humor. “Well, if I did, do you think I’d tell you?”
Heath glanced away.
“So, you’re gonna share a woman you’re into with three other men.”
“Two.”
“Wrong, Heathy boy. My brother’s been screwing her, too.”
He scratched his brow bone. “Figures. Then I guess it’s three men.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
Heller looked him in the eye again. “I don’t think I want you grinding against other men.”
Heath made a face. “It’s not like that. It would just be about Danielle.”
“See, the problem with your plan is that there’s nothing in it for me.”
He rolled his eyes. “You want to bone her, too?”
Heller gave him a cunning smile. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, pretty boy. I just meant you’re not breaking up with me. That ass was meant to be stretched and pleasured by my dick.”
Heath raised his brows and briefly widened his eyes. “That was real romantic, Hell. I didn’t come here to break up with you.”
“Then what did you come here for?” Heller prowled toward him.
“To tell you that I still want you.”
The biker eyed him suspiciously.
“I want to be with you separately.” Heath licked his lips, eyes drifting from the dark glare that reprimanded him. “There’s no reason why we can’t still see each other. I can’t exactly bring you home to meet my father, but I could with her.”
“And what do you think your reverend daddy is gonna say when he finds out you share your woman with other men and get all up on their junk while stimulating her?”
“Well, obviously I’m not gonna tell him. When I visit him I’ll just bring Danielle.”
Heller scoffed. “You’ve got balls on you. Don’t you think eventually Daddy’s gonna figure out about your twisted arrangement?”
“Not necessarily. If you’re worried about her feelings, don’t be. Danielle already told me before that she doesn’t mind if I sleep with a man, just no women but her. She’s fine with it.”
“So she knows about us?”
Heath hesitated, lowering his tone. “No. But she’s okay with it and I share her with other men. The score’s even.”
Heller shot him a cold, calculating look. “Not even close.”
Heath swallowed. “What do you mean by that?”
The hardness faded into amusement that contradicted the vengeful gleam in Heller’s dark eyes. “If she’s all right with it, why not tell her about us?”
“I’ll tell her, just not tonight.”
“You ashamed of me, bible boy?”
“No. I like you a lot. It’s just my dad—”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake.” Heller rolled his eyes, turning his body slightly in aggravation before facing him again. “Will you shut up about your father already? I’ll pound your wayward little ass in secret, but we’re doing this my way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I want all of you.” The biker stepped closer, crowding him, invading his personal space in a manner that was as daunting as it was welcome. “You’re gonna submit to me. I don’t mean that Dom/sub stuff. I just mean you do what I say. You’re going to the sex club with me in McKenna Downs and we’re gonna have ourselves a bitching time.”
His belly clenched in arousal even as his knees wobbled like Jell-O. “But if we go there together just the two of us without a woman people are gonna figure it out.”
“I don’t give a shit. It’s time you came out anyway.”
“It’s not coming out if I’m not gay or bi.”
“Fuck. Why do I put up with you?” Heller gave him his back.
“I’m not in denial, Heller. The truth is there was never anyone for me but you. Danielle’s the only woman I’ve ever loved, but there were no men after you. I noticed some, but I never felt compelled to act on it. Not like with you.”
Heller turned back around, countenance steely with reproach.
Heath trembled all over, forbidding himself to say the words that would only crush him in the end when Heller left him for his next trick. But he knew he had to, needed to make the man understand.
“I love you, Heller. I must have loved you as a teenager, but it started off so innocent with us being best friends and caring about each other more than anyone. I tried to convince myself that noticing you was just a natural admiration, that it wasn’t sexual. But I think deep down I knew.”
Heller’s face lost some of the hardness as he listened.
“I fell in love with our friendship. When you kissed me for the first time back then, it was indescribable. I didn’t know you could feel so much tenderness toward someone, like you would take a bullet for them if you had to, give up anything for their happiness, and at the same time want to tear their clothes off and get nasty with them.”
Heller’s dark irises glittered with feeling and desire.
“I want to be with you, Heller, for however long you’ll let me. But I need Danielle, too. I didn’t think it was possible to love two people at once. I was wrong.”
The other man didn’t say it back. That hurt, but maybe he just wasn’t ready.
He didn’t run either. That gave him hope.
Heller took casual steps toward him, but his stride was always generous given his height. “I’ll keep your dirty little secret...for now. But this thing we have, it’s gonna be on my terms. You’re going to the club with me. Pretend we’re just two friends grabbing drinks and checking out ass, trying to decide on a woman to share. Be the wicked little hypocrite that you are, but don’t think for a second that I’m not having my filthy way with you when we get beh
ind closed doors.”
Heath’s mouth watered and his knees buckled as he held eye contact with him. The Herculean male’s body heat poured over him like he was blanketed in the torrid desert sunlight. It was as spirit enriching as it was cock perking.
“That’s fine. We just have to be careful.” A faint gasp slipped from Heath when his partner grabbed his ass and pulled him into his crotch.
“I’m gonna beat your ass. I’m gonna have you squirming and pleading for me to stop, then begging for me to fuck you.” Heller’s hushed timbre reflected lust as much as it harbored venomous undertones. “You’re gonna wrap your arms around me and ride with me on my Harley. We’ll attend a club barbeque together.”
“Leather & Lace does barbeques?”
“Aren’t you cute? I’m talking about the Princes of Hell MC. We’re gonna go together.”
“I can’t go to a—” Heath lost his breath when Heller fondled his crotch, making his penis stiffen.
“Yes, you will. You’ll do whatever I tell you. They’ll think we’re just friends at first, until they see me groping your junk and making your little cock swell.”
“Little? Excuse me?” He shoved the man’s hand away.
Heller laughed. “It’s a decent size. Don’t get me wrong, but compared to mine it’s pretty damned adorable.”
Heath gave him a light shove. “Oh fuck yourself.”
Heller grabbed him by the arm, features intense with need. “You’re the one who’s getting fucked.”
“Not by the windows, for hell’s sake. What’s the matter with you?”
Heller yanked him down the hall and then slammed him up against the wall. “Just for that you’re getting a spanking.”
Heath moaned into the man’s mouth while they clawed at each other’s clothes.
“Your plan makes about as much sense as pulling a girl’s braids because you like her,” Heller said, seeming entertained. “You think you can have a serious relationship with her and keep the ménage part a secret in two small towns, plus our gay-as-hell situation, and you’re actually stupid enough to think you’ll get away with it?”
Heath took his boots off. “Why not?”
“Because your dad ain’t stupid. Sooner or later he’s gonna figure it out or somebody’s gonna tell him.”
“Not you, I hope.”
“Now wouldn’t that be a damned shame?”
His head flew up in worry. “Please don’t.”
A rancorous smile crept up Heller’s face. “Lighten up, cowboy. I’m just trying to help you see the fallacy in your plan.”
“It’ll be okay. I just want to be with you both. I don’t know where any of this is gonna end up, but—”
“I do.”
Heath pulled his socks off. “Eh, what do you know?”
“I know you’re like Rome in all your pride and glory. You think nothing can touch you, but someday you’re gonna find out how wrong you are.”
He stopped working open the man’s fly and looked up at him nervously.
“And just like that crazy bastard Nero I’m gonna watch you burn.”
“You done yet?”
Heller grinned. “Yeah.”
“I hope you have lube and condoms on you, ’cause I sure don’t.”
“I don’t, unfortunately. That just means you get to suck my dick. I’m gonna have fun sucking the hell out of yours.”
Heath stepped back when Heller reached for him. “Actually, I thought we could do hand jobs.”
“Well, you thought wrong, cowboy. Open wide and spread your legs.”
He put his hand against Heller’s chest, but the man stopped of his own volition. Like a tank, there would be no stopping him otherwise.
“I can suck your cock, but I’d really like a hand job.”
Heller’s face darkened with reproach. “You take it up the ass, but you’re still too deep in denial to let me suck some good hard dick?”
Heath lowered his eyes. “I’m just not ready yet. It’s nothing personal. I need a little time is all.”
“I bet you let that curvy blonde give you head.”
He shifted on his feet, keeping his eyes averted. “I didn’t, actually. We weren’t together that long.”
“Your cock needs flowers and champagne before it submits to a hot mouth, huh?”
He rolled his eyes, putting on a weak smile. “We’ll get around to that. If you’ve got something against hand jobs, then just forget it.”
Heller shoved him up against the wall, pinning him with one hand. He made it look so easy to restrain him. “Don’t get your dainty flower panties in a bunch, bible boy. No man has a problem with hand jobs. You open to deep-throating sometime down the road?”
Heath’s eyes widened. “You nut job, nobody could get your cock down their throat. You’re like a porn star.”
Heller grinned. “How do you know I’ve never been deep-throated?”
“Bastard.”
He laughed. “Are you really gonna let your competition outshine you, Heathy boy? I know you don’t want that.”
“You’re an asshole. You like them better, go throat-fuck them.”
Heller grabbed his arm, keeping him from leaving. “You’re the best I’ve had, even if you do hold back with me.”
Heath met his vulnerable gaze. The darkness glistened like freshly brewed coffee. It was strange to see the big tough guy with a tender marshmallow center. Did Heller love him back?
God, he hoped so.
“You’re not just saying that so I’ll deep-throat you, are you?” Heath teased.
Heller’s smirk was hot as hell. “Nothing gets past you.” Sobering, he added, “Someday everybody’s gonna know about you. Mark my words, cowboy. Your city’s gonna burn.”
Before Heath could make some snarky reply, Heller grabbed him and kissed him roughly, forcing his jeans and underwear down.
Heath was annoyed that the guy seemed excited that someday somebody might find out about them, but that was Heller for you, the kind of person that laughed when people got hurt as long as the injury wasn’t too serious. He had a good heart, though, for the most part.
The kiss and their nudity distracted him from the foreboding words of burning cities and personal ruin. He would tell Danielle soon, but that was it. He hoped she kept his secret. There would be no fallen Rome for him. His blueprint was foolproof. No one would ever find out.
* * * *
“Please. Please let me go!”
Her squalling was pointless, really. He had no intention of letting her go. He’d kept her chained in his basement for a couple of days to heighten her terror. It had worked beautifully.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he said calmly.
The pungent aroma of incense burned. He could almost feel the pleasure of the gods, their divine genitals swelling with anticipation of the pitiful creature he’d abducted for them.
“What do you want from me?” the woman, Kelly, asked him in between sobs.
“Not a thing. I would appreciate it if you would stop talking,” he said with his back to her.
“I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?”
He approached her with a gleaming knife.
Her eyes widened and she started bawling.
“Stop talking, please.”
She snapped her mouth shut.
“Thank you. Now, if you cooperate I can give you a substance that will make your demise more comfortable, enjoyable even.”
“Oh no!”
“Uh uh.”
She quieted again, weeping silently.
“There’s just one thing I must know.”
She lay on the altar with baited breath.
“Have you ever been with a woman? Be honest. No one is judging you.”
She shook her head, seeming perplexed.
“Thank you for your honesty.” He duct-taped her mouth and then absently kissed her on the forehead. “You’re a good girl.”
Chapter Fourteen
Four me
n—she was lying in a king-sized bed with four men. The naked hotties were working her over good and she found she’d gotten better at multitasking during sex.
Danielle lay on her back with David flanking her on one side and Heath lying next to her on her left side. She had a cock in each hand as she manipulated their swollen flesh for their pleasure. Both men groped the breast nearest them. She took turns kissing first one man while the other slurped on her tit and then she’d indulge in a steamy kiss with the other guy while the other man used his free mouth to sip one of her nipples.
Kale had his head buried between her thighs as he feasted on her pussy.
Brighton knelt on the outside of her legs and licked her clit while Kale laved her folds and perineum. In between the heady display of teamwork they would share the occasional kiss. The sight of men mouthing each other made her belly tighten and her slit moisten.
She gasped when her climax hit, crying out softly in Heath’s mouth. He swallowed her feeble cries and deepened their hot, wet kiss. She fisted his and David’s erections harder, pleased by their appreciative groans.
Her sex was already drenched from the previous orgasms, but Kale and Brighton seemed intent on giving her more.
Her throbbing clit protested another finale even as her pounding cunt demanded it. It took longer this time, but she was soon convulsing between them and whimpering in abandon again.
“Come, sugar.” Heath toyed with her left nipple, sending shocking charges of electricity to her contracting nub.
This time her lips were free and she gazed pleadingly up at David, who watched her in reverence. He kissed her forehead and brushed a strand of hair back from her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
Her body quaked with unstoppable tremors.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“I’m gonna explode if I don’t get inside her,” Brighton said.
Kale sat up. “Are you ready, kitten, or should we keep torturing you?”
“It was wonderful, but I want to feel you guys inside me.”
“Who’s going where?” David asked.
When she sat up to rest on her knees Brighton flopped down onto his back, grinning up at her.
She had to laugh. “I guess we know where he’s going.”