The Hero

by Amelia Shea

  Rourke focused on Macy. She was fidgeting with her hands. It was strange to see her jarred. She usually came off overly confident. It was fucking sexy as hell. She was different standing in his room. A little out of her element, he figured. Her head jerked around to Gage who had his back to her as he rifled through the drawer. Her bottom lip fell open, and she immediately pulled it back then glanced at Rourke. Fuck, she was small. Not with her tits and ass, she had plenty there, but she couldn’t be more than five foot. The top of her head wouldn’t even clear his shoulders.

  She scanned the room, seemingly avoiding eye contact. She hooked her finger over her dark brown hair, tucking a thick, silky strand behind her ear. Bet it’s soft and carries her scent. It gave him the perfect view of her profile. A tiny nose and chin only accentuated her thick, full lips. Thin bangs swept over her forehead, curving close to her eyes. Though she wasn’t looking directly at him, he’d memorized them. Soft brown, outlined by long thick lashes. Her eyes were his downfall with her wide smile falling in at a close second.

  He’d kept eyes on her all night. Mainly for her protection. He’d also made it clear to a few partygoers who took an interest of the sexy brunette sitting at the bar that Macy was off limits to everyone, including himself. Until Gage made him an offer, he couldn’t refuse.

  He’d watched the whole scene play out when Meg left, and Gage and Dobbs made their way to Macy. He tried to ignore the raging fire in his blood when all three started toward the back rooms. He’d been silently lusting after Macy for the past few months. It took all his self-control not to storm through the crowd at the bar and step in. But it wasn’t his place. Macy was an adult. If she wanted to fuck Gage and Dobbs, it was her choice. A choice which was boiling his blood and forcing him to bite back an unwarranted possession. She wasn’t his. Fuck!

  When Gage caught his stare, he sent them on back and made his way to Rourke. He originally dismissed the offer of switching places with Dobbs. He told Gage she made her decision, which made him laugh.

  “Brother, you were never an option for her. The way she stares at you, fucking blushes every time you set eyes on her?” He smirked. “I’m thinking little Macy might be thinking of someone else when she’s back there with Dobbs. Let’s give her a choice. C’mon.”

  Gage had a point. When Meg left, and she came over to say bye, he could feel Macy watching him. It was confirmed when he looked over at her, seated alone at the bar. He should have gone to her. Fuck everything she’d said in the past. Rourke knew women, and Macy was showing all the signs of interest. Or was she? She was a hell of a lot more complicated than the women at the club. Macy was a completely different breed of woman, and his own doubt held him back. Until now.

  He hadn’t taken his eyes off her. She seemed out of place in the center of his room, surrounded by his shit.

  “What’s it gonna be, short stack?”

  “No.” Her voice was so low he almost didn’t hear her.

  Gage turned around, holding a strip of condoms. “What’s that?”

  Macy bit her lip again. He could see the white outline from her tense bite. She shook her head and cleared her throat. “I said no.”

  Gage’s lips curled in a devilish smile. “Good. Better this way. The three of us are gonna have more fun anyway.” Gage eyed her body and lifted his chin. “You gonna lose the clothes or you need some help?”

  Macy stepped back, tripping over his boots. Rourke started forward but stopped when she regained her balance. The pink tinging of her cheeks could only be seen because he was completely focused on her. Gage probably missed it. Rourke didn’t. His chest rose as she gripped the hem of her shirt and raised it just an inch. His heart leaped with anticipation.

  “So, I just get naked, and then what?”

  Gage glanced over at Rourke, then at Macy and smirked. “We fuck, sweetheart.”

  She had to know what a threesome meant, but this wasn’t one of the club girls. She wasn’t going to strip down and spread eagle on the bed and wait for them. Girls like Macy needed more, some foreplay, a buildup of seduction, otherwise it wouldn’t work for her. That fact became evident when she dropped her hands to her sides, and her bottom lip quivered. Her eyes darted from Gage to him. He recognized the look. He’d seen it on so many men there was no denying it. Usually, he got off on it. Tonight, he didn’t, not on her, and definitely not in this situation. Macy was scared.

  “Um…so I think I’m just gonna go. I’m sorry.” She jerked her head to Rourke. “I’m sorry, I just—” She clamped her lips, and she blinked feverously. Yeah, scared shitless right now. “Can I go?”

  This night had just fucking tanked. Hell, no, it wasn’t okay if she left. He wanted her in a way that no one else would do tonight. He wanted her. This was months in the making. He’d spent way too many nights thinking and dreaming of all the ways he’d take her, make her come, scream out his name. Though, in none of his scenario’s was Gage a member of the party.

  Gage stepped forward, and she retreated matching his steps. “You can go.” He shrugged and glanced over at Rourke. “We ain’t gonna stop ya. Do me a favor though?”

  Her gaze darted around the room then back to Gage. “What?”

  “Send Carly in, will ya? Blonde with the pink streaks. I think she was blowing a prospect on the couch. If she’s done, send her in.”

  Her eyes widened, and her face fell. If he had to guess, she was torn between relief she was leaving and offended she was being replaced so easily. It was a fucking threesome, and any chick would do for Gage. For Rourke, it had to be the scared little tease centered in his room. If she left, he’d be following her out. The only woman he wanted was her.

  She turned and walked straight toward him. She expected him to move. He didn’t. She glanced up, her eyes as big as saucers. Tender and sweet was not something he had in him. Rourke was all about intimidation and fear. He tightened his jaw.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  “No need to be sorry.” Rourke shrugged. “You ain’t feeling it anymore.”

  Her gaze dropped to his chest, and her tongue poked out, swiping her bottom lip. The small shake of her head had him stepping closer. Her eyes darted up, but she didn’t back away.

  “It’s not that.”

  Rourke cocked his head, staring down at her. “You want Gage?”

  She slowly nodded with a slight shrug of her shoulders. It wasn’t a commitment but also not a denial.

  “Dobbs?” he asked, watching her intently.

  Her brows furrowed, and she whispered, “No.”

  He drew in a deep breath. Moment of truth for him. “You want me?”

  He caught the sharp intake of breath as she leaned into him, inches away from touching. “Yes.”

  It was the best fucking yes, he’d ever heard. She lowered her head. She may have been trying to conceal the blush across her cheeks from her admission. Rourke caught it. He reached out, lifting her chin with his finger, forcing her to look at him.

  His brows cocked and the corner of his mouth curled. “You wanna stay here with us?”

  “Yeah.” Her voice was low. She rocked on her heels and cleared her throat. “I just don’t know what to do.”

  Rourke smirked and dropped his hand away from her face. “You can take off your shirt and show us what we’ve been craving all night.” His chest rumbled as he spoke.

  Her breath hitched, and her cheeks blazed again. Her eyes glimmered in a way that let him know she was all in. She just needed some instruction, and he was more than happy to deliver. He stepped a foot closer and bent down, putting him at eye level. “Take off the shirt, Macy.”

  He didn’t know for sure, but something sparked in her eyes when he said her name. She kept her gaze locked on him. She reached down to the hem and slowly lifted it up her chest, over her breasts, and off her head.

  Standing in silence, she dropped her shirt and stood waiting. Fuck, she was hotter than he imagined, and he had jerked off to her quite a bit. Her lacy purple
bra dipped low into her cleavage. If she moved an inch, he’d get a glimpse of her nipples. He reached out and gripped her jeans button, yanking her against him. Her hands shot out and gripped his arms. He’d always enjoyed the touch of a woman, but hers was different. She was clasped around his biceps, but it was soft as the pads of her fingers caressed his skin. He had spent way too many nights wondering what her touch would feel like against his skin.

  The only way this could be any more perfect would be for Gage to bail. Rourke knew better. Gage wasn’t going anywhere. If he wanted Macy, and he did, he’d have to share her.

  He tore open the snap and ripped the zipper down. If she had time to think, she might make a beeline for the door. He wasn’t allowing her to run from fear. He wouldn’t force her. However, he had no problem seducing her to get what he wanted. And right now, all he wanted was to touch her, taste her, and get inside her.

  Her breasts rose and fell at a rapid pace. She may have been harboring a little fear of what would come next, but there was no denying the excitement of her arousal. He was about to find out exactly how wet she was. He hooked his fingers at the waist of her jeans and yanked them down, along with her panties, to her ankles while dropping to his knees.

  She gasped, losing her balance from the loss of his arms to hold onto. Gage slid in behind her, curling his hands over her bare hips. His lips were on her neck, and Macy’s head rested back into the curve of his shoulder with her eyes closed.

  He was face to face with her pussy, and he could smell the arousal. He’d waited long enough. Without giving her any warning, his mouth pressed against her swollen lips and her body shivered. He rounded his hands across her ass, squeezing her into his mouth.

  “Oh, God.” Her hips moved against his mouth as he circled her clit, flicking the bead and sucking it between his lips. The way she was responding to his touch had his jeans tightening instantly. She’d just set a record for getting him hard in the shortest amount of time. He couldn’t even remember a time he wanted a woman as much as he wanted her. His hands parted her ass, digging his finger into the crease. He spread her lips again, gliding his tongue around her clit in a slow, circular motion, then flicked over the nub as a tease. Her body shivered against his hands.

  She moaned something he couldn’t make out. Then he felt it. Her hand curled around the back of his neck, her fingers scraping his scalp. Her touch was spiking his desire to another level. He groaned against her pussy, flicking at her clit and tasting her full arousal. His fingers dug into her ass, grazing the edge of her hole. Her ass tensed, and he slowly shifted his finger in until the pad of his finger was near her entrance. He had no intentions of going any further. Gage had mentioned anal was off the table. It didn’t mean he couldn’t test her boundaries. If he got the sense she wasn’t into it, he’d back off immediately.

  “You like that, Mace?” Gage asked.

  Rourke glanced up. His brother had the cups of her bra flipped up and was squeezing her tits. Her head was thrown back against Gage, and he couldn’t see her eyes. She panted hard, and her lips parted. He kept his gaze on her and grazed his finger against her puckered hole.

  “I like that,” she panted.

  No ass, my ass.

  She may have been answering Gage, but it was Rourke who was getting the reaction. He ate her pussy like it was a last fucking meal. Tonguing her clit hard and sucking on her lips. Her hips moved against his mouth, begging for more. He slid down and tightened his tongue before poking into her pussy. He drew his hand between her thighs and her legs shivered.

  He could have spent more time on her, but he was too eager to get inside her. His cock was a steel rod in his pants, almost to the point of pain.

  He pulled away and got to his feet. Her eyes were dazed and opened slightly. Gage was kissing her neck and playing with her tits, squeezing her nipples into tight peaks. He was envious. He wanted to be the one touching her.

  “It’s over?” she mumbled.

  Rourke rarely smiled, but the sound of her voice was too sweet to resist. Gage nipped her neck and snickered. “Not even close. No one leaves this room until we all come. It’s a house rule, babe.”

  She turned her head, and Gage pressed his mouth to hers, sliding his tongue against hers. Rourke moved closer, draping her body against his. His hands caressed the curve of her hips. Her skin felt like silk under his calloused hand. He’d never touched anything so smooth.

  Watching her kiss was hot as hell. She was a slow methodical kisser, taking her time. Fuck! He wanted his own taste.

  Gage broke the kiss, and she turned her face into Rourke’s chest. Both his and Gage’s hands were all over her body. They’d shared women enough times it never became awkward. They had their own set of boundaries, which meant they never touched. She gazed up. He had more than a foot on her, but he could see her trying to elongate her body. She popped up a few inches, her hands gliding up his chest to his neck and gave a soft pull. She wanted his mouth. He gritted his teeth. He was tempted to break his own rule. Fuck it. He slowly gave into her pull, lowering his head. Apparently, he’d been too slow.

  Gage threaded his hand through her hair, shifting her head in the process toward him. “Rourke’s not big on kissing, gimme those lips.” Without waiting on her reaction or response, Gage took her in for another kiss. It was supposed to be his kiss.

  Gage was right. Usually, Rourke skipped that part. Kissing was foreplay…to get a girl in the mood. Hell, he had twenty girls waiting for their turn in his bed, no seduction necessary, so why bother. With Macy? He wanted her lips.

  Chapter Two

  This was all too much. Between Gage’s mouth and Rourke’s hands, she didn’t know where she was. She was acutely aware of the soft mattress under her as she fell backward, but with her eyes closed, she couldn’t be sure who was on top of her. She stretched her neck, feeling the hard erection glide up against her hip and then a mouth coming down hard on her. Gage. The man could kiss, but she found herself wondering what Rourke’s lips would feel like. She pried her eyes open in mid-kiss to get a glimpse of the strong-bodied man passing by the edge of the bed. If not for him, she would have bailed.

  This is happening, like really happening?

  Gage’s lips trailed down her neck and chills coursed through her body, beading her nipples uncontrollably. It was a mere reaction to his scruff scraping along her neck then chest. The way his body slithered down hers, she knew where he was heading. She wasn’t quite sure her body could handle any more teasing. She’d been on the verge of an orgasm and Rourke had left her reeling. She stretched her arms above her head, gripping the pillow behind her. She would regret it tomorrow. Maybe. For tonight, she was going to let herself have this, with no regrets, and not much thinking. Her brain worked too much anyway.

  She curled her fingers into the pillow and gripped hard as Gage’s lips licked and teased at her hip bone. Who knew so much could be felt at that spot? She smiled, feeling free and completely horny. His mouth caressed her inner thigh, and she moaned, wanting to feel his mouth on her pussy. She was being greedy, but she wanted to come. His breath flickered over her clit, and the moment he flicked his tongue, she felt a warm sensation on her breast. Her eyes opened to see Rourke licking at her beaded nipple before taking her breast in his mouth. His hand traveled over her ribs and covered her other breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple with his finger. Oh God. She angled her head and in her view was his cock. Beautiful, straight, thick, and long. She leaned forward, just close enough to lick the tip. One flicker of her tongue and his dick inched forward. She took his length in her mouth and heard the soft masculine grunt. Licking the crown of his cock, she moved forward, sucking him between her lips.

  “Time to flip ya over, short stack.”

  What? She was just getting started on Rourke?

  Macy gasped as her body was flipped over, leaving her flat on her stomach until Gage’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her ass up in the air. She was aware of the crinkling of paper. She turned
her head to the side where Rourke kneeled on the bed. She curled her lip. Mystery solved. Rourke had tattoos on his lower half. Not nearly as many as his chest and arms. His right thigh donned a large eagle in mid-flight, outlined in black with an incredible detail in the shading. Her gaze trailed over to his left leg, lingering on his erection. She bit her lip, doing her best to batten down her excitement. I knew he’d be big. She blinked quickly, knowing her inspection time was minimal. His other leg was harder to make out. She arched her neck. At first glance, it seemed to be a tribal wiring, curved over his thigh, trailing over his hip and ending on his ribs. It took a second for the picture to take form. A dragon tattooed in black with red eyes. Her heart raced, and she cocked her head. It was beyond sexy on his muscular body.

  She glanced up to see the heated lust in his eyes. Had he been watching her the whole time? His jaw twitched, and the corner of his eyes crinkled sending a trembling chill through her body. He wanted her. She smiled, lifted her hand, and pointed at him. She lay her hand flat on the sheets, calling for him to lay on the bed. Maybe it was the alcohol or her current situation, but somewhere since this all started, she gained the upper hand. She was in control. He moved slowly, not glancing away from her. He straddled the bed separating his legs, giving her the perfect position to finish what she had started a few minutes ago. She angled up and heaved forward when Gage entered her.

  She gasped at the intrusion, not ready for it. Rourke’s hands gripped her arms, and she glanced up. So dark and dangerous, yet she felt safer than she’d ever been. Macy kept her gaze locked on him as she lowered her lips over the crown of his cock. His breath hitched as she lowered her mouth over his entire dick, swirling her tongue at his root and watching his eyes glaze over. His hand threaded through her strands, his thumb caressing over her jaw.