By then, he and Randa were working things out and had come to an agreement to open their marriage, Selena being the first. Her jealousies and undermining Randa’s confidence nearly toppled the tentative bond he and Randa had forged. Randa meant everything to him, and he wasn’t going to let another female destroy what they were building.
Lincoln was so stuck on the first part of Selena’s news he nearly missed the second, more important piece. He focused on her.
“Say that again.”
She sat back with a smug twist of her lips. “I said you have a daughter.”
Anger surged through him. There was no way in hell any of the words she had just spoken were true. He jumped from his seat, tossed some bills on the table, and then jerked her from the booth. Ignoring the stares of the other patrons, Lincoln marched Selena from the diner.
Once they hit the crisp air, heavy with rain, he shoved her against the rough exterior of the building. Eyes wide with fear, she stared up at him. He placed a hand at her throat.
“I’d kill you myself if I thought I could get away with it. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t walk away from you.”
“Because I wanted to hurt you the way you hurt me.” She held up a small envelope, the paper shaking so hard it rattled.
He snatched it from her and stepped away. He ripped it open and pulled out the birth certificate. His name was listed as the father. This still wasn’t enough proof. “And how do I know this is legit and not something you forged?”
She slid down the wall and sat on the asphalt. “You’re the only man I was involved with at that time.” She dropped her head in her hands. “I just need to know my kid will be taken care of after I’m gone.”
Shaking his head, he walked away.
“Please, Lincoln. I have to know.”
He spun on his heel. “You want me to extend you a courtesy you denied me? Fuck you, Selena. When I know for sure this is true, then you’ll get my answer.”
“Lincoln!”
He stalked to his truck, jumped in, and sped away. Despite the chaos roiling through his gut, he wanted to believe her. However, he was not telling Randa he’d fathered a child until he knew with 99.9 percent accuracy that he was the father.
Chapter Two
Matteo St. Clair caught a glimpse of royal purple wrapped around smooth milk-chocolate curves between entwined bodies. Some people were actually dancing to the soft music being piped in through hidden speakers in the ceilings and walls, while others were engaged in more physical forms of pleasure. Anything could happen in Hedon’s House of Ecstasy, a local BDSM club.
To his left, a small group watched a petite brunette dressed in all black flogging a well-muscled man on a St. Andrews Cross. He was stripped naked to the waist. He gripped the chains holding his leather-cuffed wrists to the wooden apparatus. His shoulders and delts were red and bore several raised welts.
On his right, two men each held a wiggling female across his lap while they paddled the upturned bottoms. One, a pretty redhead, emitted occasional squeaks, while the other bit her bottom lip and moaned each time the wood came in contact with her bare flesh.
For a time, Matteo stood transfixed, the woman in purple forgotten. The expression each woman wore on her face—though they reacted differently, the same blissful, peaceful look lit their faces. It was possible that they would head to one of the smaller, more private rooms later.
Abruptly he snapped his attention to the lady who’d eyed him all evening. Would she be just as content if he were to take her over his knee and then somewhere more private? Energy, dense and potent, provided its own arousing undercurrent and mixed with the lush atmosphere of adults at play. Matteo embraced the lust simmering through his veins. All night he flirted with the voluptuous woman across the room. Despite the slightly burly man seated beside her, she accepted Matteo’s open appraisal and seemed to issue a challenge all her own.
She shifted on the high-back stool, her flouncy skirt rising a few inches. The new position offered him a glimpse of what she wasn’t wearing. Panties. He gulped. The man beside her, lightly tanned and a bit bulky, placed his hand on her knee and slowly moved up her thigh. How far would that hand go? Captivated, Matteo held his breath as that hand inched higher, disappearing beneath the hem of that sexy little skirt. For a second he was lost, wanting to know what she smelled like, ripe with arousal.
The woman shifted, bringing her knees together. Before they closed completely, her partner wedged his elbow to keep her open and exposed. He turned then and, even from that distance, locked gazes with Matteo.
Caught. Yet there was no malice in the dark brown irises, just amusement and a silent challenge. Matteo straightened his spine. That was one challenge he was willing to accept.
He moved through the crowd, sidestepping and gently shoving some individuals from his path until he stood an arm’s length from his prize.
“Took you long enough.” The man chuckled.
“There are so many distractions at this party. It’s hard to focus, Linc.” Matteo moved closer, sliding his fingers over the satiny material of the woman’s dress. “My little vixen.”
She offered a pretty pout. “You found it hard to focus on me?” Randa tilted her head to the side, her hair sliding over her shoulder.
Matteo studied her. Her silvery eyes were a little bright, her pupils dilated, and she bit her bottom lip against the sigh easing out of her mouth. Linc must’ve reached her pussy and was stroking her. Matteo longed to do the same thing.
Instead Matteo threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping the tresses until she parted her lips, and drank the sigh from her mouth. She briefly resisted, lifting her hands to place them on his chest. The heat of her palms bled through his cotton shirt and singed the skin beneath.
Matteo kept the kiss demanding, not giving her time to breathe but only to accept his raw dominance, the explosive hunger he held for her, the only woman to ever draw responses from him.
He knew the exact moment she submitted; Randa curled her fingers in his shirt and pulled him closer. Deepening the kiss, he swept inside her mouth and then dragged his tongue over her lips, teeth, and finally dueled with her tongue for supremacy.
Randa made a small noise in the back of her throat. He tugged her hair and placed a hand at the base of her neck. Her pulse beat a frantic staccato against his palm. He wanted to take her now, hard and fast. Bury balls-deep and let her hot, tight cunt milk him dry…and then do it all over again.
“Now, Matteo.”
Linc’s voice reached him through a haze. Reluctantly, Matteo drew back. Randa stared at him through half-closed lids. Her lips were swollen and glistened from his kisses.
“She’s practically drenching the stool,” Lincoln said with reverence.
A blush bloomed across Randa’s cheeks, and she ducked her head. Very gently Matteo pressed two fingers beneath her chin and lifted until she stared into his eyes.
“Don’t ever feel bad over something so natural.” Matteo caressed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Okay, Randa?”
Slowly she nodded. He stepped away, allowing Linc to assist her off the stool. Lincoln placed her hand in Matteo’s.
“Room 27.” Linc fished in his pocket and extracted a plastic key card. He then bent down to the bag at his feet. Matteo turned Randa before she could see Linc remove a container of cleaning wipes from the bag. “Don’t finish without me.”
Matteo flashed a grin. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He ushered the woman on his arm forward, handing her the key card.
“You know, the public fondling makes me a tad uncomfortable,” Randa admitted.
He squeezed her fingers. “And you can tell us to stop at any time.” He glanced at the room numbers. From previous visits, he knew theirs would be located at the end of the hall.
Here the music faded to a dull trickle. Randa slowed beside him. He swung to face her and pressed her against the wall. He searched her face; a combination of anxiety and lust warred inside hi
m. She was too quiet after her statement.
“If it bothers you that much, we need to let Lincoln know and…”
She shook her head and looked at his shoulder, shirt, or anywhere but his eyes. “It isn’t that.” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
He leaned closer, her soft breasts flattening to his hard chest. A glance down confirmed her ample bosom was ready to spill over the top of her low-cut dress. He dipped his head and kissed the top of each swell. She trembled against him.
“Then what is it?”
Silence.
He kissed the exposed column of her throat, nipping the skin where her neck met her shoulder. She moaned, her hands clutching at his waist as she rocked her hips.
“Do you know how good you smell to me? Like warm peach cobbler.” He continued his assault on her senses, trailing kisses from her lips and throat down to her breasts. He bared one pert nipple. It seemed to visibly pucker in the cooler air, and he had to test his theory.
“Matteo,” came the breathless plea.
He lifted his head to meet her gaze and raised a brow.
“Yes?” He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb and then dipped his head to suck the tip into his mouth.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugged him away, and then pushed him back.
He chuckled. His theory was correct. She liked the thrill of being fondled in public but still couldn’t admit it to herself.
“Just say you like it.”
She shook her head.
Jerking down the top of her dress, he bared her other breast, offering it the same attention, going back and forth until she was thrusting and moaning against him.
“Please. Someone could see,” she whispered and clutched at the bodice.
He gathered her hands in one of his, pulled them away, and held them above her head. The thought of someone seeing them was powerful motivation to keep going, but he had to be sure Randa was truly okay before he went any further.
“Tell me, love. Is this something you want, or do you really want me to stop and take you in the room?”
She licked her lips, and he followed the movement as well as relished the way her breasts continued to strain for attention. “A little more, but my dress stays where it is until we get inside.” Her eyes were surprisingly clear.
The corners of his mouth inched upward. “Very good.” He spun her around. She squealed as her bare flesh came in contact with the concrete wall.
“Matteo, it’s cold!”
“I know.” He placed her hands above her head. “You stay right there.” He caressed her buttocks. “And you were teasing me from across the room.”
“Was not.”
He swatted each cheek.
“Ow.”
“That’s for sassin’ me.” He jerked up her dress and caressed the smooth brown globes, already reddening from his spanking.
She glared at him over her shoulder, and he added three more to each cheek just for the hell of it. Before she could protest, he blanketed her body with his and circled her waist with his arm. He held her to him, while he delved his other hand lower, moving over the smooth outer lips of her cunt to the moisture clinging there. She was dripping wet. He thrust two fingers in her tight heat, mimicking what his cock longed to do.
Randa ground her buttocks against his pelvis. His cock jumped in anticipation and strained against the zipper of his jeans, ordering freedom. There would be time for that soon, but now he wanted her delirious and crazy with lust.
Matteo moved his hand from her waist to snake along her rib cage. He tweaked each nipple in turn, earning him a moan and her essence bathing the fingers deep inside her. With practiced ease, he settled his mouth to hers, this time offering seduction, so at odds with the demands he made on her body.
“Open the door,” he murmured against her lips. He maneuvered them until they were in front of the door, adding a third finger when she tried to insert the card in the reader.
She missed.
“What’s the matter?”
“Feels good.”
“It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you, but that won’t happen unless you open the door.”
She whimpered, spreading her legs wider, moving her hips in a slow, sensuous semicircle that rivaled any lap dance he’d ever received. If they didn’t get into a room now, he’d have no choice but to take her up against the wall.
Hard-soled shoes thudded against the thin carpeting, and Matteo caught a glimpse of Lincoln striding down the hall. There were also a few murmurs along the way, and Matteo knew they were no longer alone. He wondered if Randa realized they had an audience.
A small click and the door in front of them opened. With a sigh, Matteo half carried, half dragged Randa into the room.
Lincoln chuckled behind him. “I see she’s not the only one worked into a fervor.”
Matteo grinned, set Randa on the bed, and stepped away. She uttered a small shriek of frustration that they had stopped and scrambled to her knees.
LINCOLN DROPPED THE bag he carried on the floor with a muffled thud. He glanced around the room. King-size beds were standard in all the private rooms, even if they weren’t utilized and held massive stand-alone cupboards and shelves. Each was equipped with different bondage furniture. This room held a sex swing, the main reason he booked this one.
Oh, and the shower. The granite shower with multiple spray heads was large enough to hold three and maybe a couple of others.
He focused on the swing. That device was something he’d wanted to try for a very long time, and after much consideration by Randa, he would finally have his fantasy fulfilled.
“Did you get what I asked for?”
Lincoln turned his attention to Matteo, who was unbuttoning his shirt. Lincoln had to stifle a flare of envy as the cotton left the other man’s body to reveal a well-toned physique that held very little fat. Even beneath the thin wifebeater he wore, Lincoln could just make out the subtle ridge of six-pack abs. Lincoln’s body was not as defined or hard as it used to be, despite his active schedule.
“It’s in the cupboard.”
Matteo tossed his shirt over the back of a nearby chair and crossed the room to the wardrobe. The man had a grace and agility that belied everything Lincoln had ever seen, and what made it more annoying was how silently he walked. No matter what shoes Matteo wore, sneakers, dress shoes, boots, or barefoot, the man was quiet. Lincoln didn’t like that, and he had to chalk it up to the bail bondsman’s part of his personality.
“You got everything.” There was a note of awe in Matteo’s deep, rolling voice.
Lincoln smirked. “I told you I would.”
“Don’t you dare leave me hot, bothered, and horny.”
At the sound of his wife’s voice, he faced her. She tugged the bodice of her dress over her generous breasts and then smoothed the skirt down over her buttocks. She folded her legs beneath her before meeting his gaze with a defiant glare.
He allowed a bit of feral desire to curve his lips, and his belly fluttered when her bravado faltered. Watching that instant of uncertainty flicker through her irises or the slight way her bottom lip trembled always exhilarated him. He would never hurt his wife, but he loved instilling that small element of danger into their sex life. She scooted back on the bed a few inches as he advanced.
“Do you have what you need to get started?” Though he spoke to Matteo, Lincoln kept his gaze on Randa’s face.
An enthusiastic buzzing filled the air, and Randa’s eyes widened. She moved farther up the bed, the metal headboard halting her backward retreat. Lincoln knelt on the mattress.
“What’s the matter? I thought you didn’t want us to leave you hot, bothered, and horny?” He trailed his fingers over her bare leg, her skin smooth and soft beneath his digits.
She licked her lips, drawing his eyes to the nervous movement. For a second he wanted to feel her tongue swirling around the head of his cock in oral worship. Right now there was one way to satisf
y his need for her.
Lincoln cradled the back of her head, his fingers tangling in the kinky curls, and dropped his mouth to hers in a teasing caress. Let Matteo overwhelm her senses. Lincoln enjoyed the slow seduction.
Each sweep of his lips to hers had her moving her body in a slow, sensuous grind that spoke of satin sheets and sweat-drenched skin. Images of their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time filled his mind, and all he wanted to do was make slow love to her, but first…
“Thank you for doing this,” Lincoln murmured against her lips. “If at any time…”
She placed a fingertip to his mouth and offered a smile. “I know. I want to do this. All week, I’ve thought about our ménage, and it turns me on immensely.”
Lincoln stroked her hair. Relief washed through him at her answer, and the sincerity in her eyes only added to the rush of love overflowing from his heart. He blinked several times at the tears burning behind his lids. He leaned his forehead to hers. “I love you, baby. I know you’ve always had these times with me not in the room.” And he enjoyed every second of being a voyeur to some of Matteo and Randa’s intimate interludes.
Again, that secretive smile of hers. “I knew you were watching.”
Would wonders never cease? Lincoln sat back. He thought he had been discreet, but somehow she’d known he was there.
Soft cloth touched his fingers. He glanced at Matteo, then back at Randa. Her gaze didn’t waver from Lincoln’s face. He’d never tire of the unconditional love he saw reflected in her eyes. The absolute trust she gave him was both intoxicating and humbling. He couldn’t imagine doing anything to destroy that.
RANDA STAYED WHERE she was on the bed, not sure what Lincoln had planned for her pleasure on this night. They’d hammered out a basic outline, but not every detail. She did like a few surprises. Her heart beat a little faster as she twisted her fingers in the bedcovers. This night had been crafted for one thing and one thing only: the fulfillment of her fantasy—a threesome.
She’d always known her husband took pleasure in being a voyeur, peeking from a crack in the bedroom door. At first it made her a tad uncomfortable with him watching her make love to another man, but something else happened. It struck a chord within her. Made her feel naughtier, and that added spice and a layer of carnality that had been missing.
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