Deny: A Dark, Erotic Motorcycle Club Romance Page 14

  “Come get your food,” I hollered into the other room as the kettle whistled on the back burner. I poured hot water over my steeper ball, having nothing to do with the American bagged crap.

  “No way, you went all Irish.” Viper greeted me with a kiss to my cheek. “Awesome.”

  “And good morning to you too.” I kissed him back, but not on the bloody cheek.

  Jericho strolled in a smile on his face and coffee in his hand. “Viper saved me...” He trailed off and I felt more than saw the way he watched our kiss. Excitement shot through me, I always loved putting on a show, but lest I get distracted, I pulled away, needing fuel for this afternoon’s show.

  Each of us grabbed a plate before stepping out to my back deck where we ate with the afternoon sun. We were quiet as we ate, making little small talk, each of us caught up in our own thoughts.

  I was wondering just exactly how Jericho liked to share because no doubt he thought he’d be running this little ménage, but then I already knew Viper’s way. Did Jericho? He and I were headed to deep waters and I had no bloody idea what kind of jagged rocks waited there.

  Done eating, we all looked at each other as if none of us knew what to do next. I knew, but I wasn’t willing to be first. The first to speak was the weak one, and I wasn’t weak.

  Tension crept into our circle. Jericho stood, gathered our plates and carried them to the kitchen, a move I’d been about ready to do. Viper and I stared at each other and I shook my head unsure what to say, but the silence felt necessary now that minutes had passed. Mind games—three Dominants and mind games were a given. Where was a sub when you needed one?

  Jericho walked back out, around the table and picked me up like I was a fucking sack of potatoes to throw over his damn shoulder. “Let’s go.” He glanced over at Viper who was already up.

  “Do you carry all your women like this?”

  “Just the ornery ones.” He navigated the doors without banging my head—a plus for keeping him alive.

  I made men quiver and beg, they did not throw me over their damn shoulder and manhandle me. Except Jericho did, and I had to admit it was a good solution to our stalemate, even if it meant staring at his ass upside down yet again.

  He kicked open my unlatched bedroom door and again threw me on my bed, I bounced twice and settled in the center of the bed. Jericho shucked off his clothes while Viper did the same on the other side of me.

  Black hair and dark eyes, Viper held an exotic kind of beauty that made him almost too handsome, tipping him toward beautiful. His fine jawline and high cheekbones combined with swarthy skin captivated the ladies at Bound. While tall, Viper didn’t match Jericho’s six foot plus inches or the wide cut of his shoulder. Jericho was brutal in appearance to Viper’s beauty—I was going to be fucked by beauty and the damn beast.

  “You are the minority, goddess, you tell us what you want, and we’ll take care of the rest.” Jericho’s gaze ran over my body as I untied and opened my robe.

  “In the end, both your cocks in me—how you get there is up to you. But I do enjoy a show.”

  “You start, I watch.” Jericho made it more a statement than a question but it was both.

  Viper grinned. “Sounds perfect to me.” He climbed into bed and up me until his tongue tangled with mine. An expert kisser, he drug me under his spell in seconds. His hands cupped my boobs and his cock rubbed against my mound. Sensations shot through me, igniting pleasure centers through me—making me ready, making me want, making me need. I turned to see Jericho, eyes intense, staring at us, his hand on his cock, jerking it with rough sure strokes. Approval radiated from him and I felt desired, needed and that amped up my need

  He met my gaze and we connected, our eyes fucking each other even as Viper played my body like a Master.

  My body sung and I wanted to soar. Suddenly, the magnificent idea hit me. In my head I saw it perfectly, I sat up, needing to make my vision a reality.

  “You.” I pointed to Jericho. “Lay across the top of my bed. This way.” I pointed for his head to lie toward my wall.

  He did as commanded. I moved until his cock was in line with my mouth. I sucked him in, bobbed up and bit his tip on the third pass before I raised my head. “V, lay the other way and eat me like you’re a starving man.”

  “Oh Marr, your nectar makes me so very hungry.” He hurried to get into position.

  I licked the tip of Jericho’s cock, flicking that wonderful piece of metal that I loved in my cunt before I sunk down to take in all of him. His hands fisted in my hair, holding me in place.

  “Yeah, goddess, fuck my cock with that sexy mouth,” Jericho coaxed.

  Below, V rubbed his finger through my slit, using my cream to lubricate his finger, then he pressed it to my pucker and pushed. My hips bucked and I moaned.

  He pushed inside my ass while his other hand pressed my hips down before he sucked my nub like it was the sweetest candy he’d ever tasted. My hips moved, my head bobbed and the motion drove me crazy. Jericho watched me, those mismatched eyes intense as he lay atop his crossed arms. I rubbed my nipples along the edge of his thigh. He spread his legs to give me better access.

  Too much. My body tightened. I moaned as every cell contracted from the way Viper wound me up, moved me fast to the climax I sought. My body took over as my mind unwound with the pleasure, the chemicals, the hormones created a dangerous heat. He fingered me, pushing deeper, and I exploded, shaking from head to foot. His cock fell from my mouth and Jericho drug me up until I couldn’t go further because Viper anchored me in his grasp, still fucking me with his mouth.

  Jericho bit my boob and I groaned, bucking into Viper, out of control only knowing something bigger, untamed lay around the bend and I needed more. With a rolling pinch, Jericho assaulted my boobs and I fucking loved it. Having two men worship me lit me up and drove me to the brink. My body screamed for more and my mind shut down too overwhelmed with the sensations bombarding me to think.

  I screamed and flew apart as the second orgasm hit me like the first hadn’t even counted. I writhed needing, wanting, out of my mind from the intensity of feeling cascading through me.

  “Now.” Someone said and I was flipped over in bed, my body on fire, my mind reduced to one thought—fuck-fuck-fuck. Somebody had to fuck me. Condom packages ripped.

  “On your side, goddess,” Jericho breathed into my ear. “Give me your beautiful round ass.” I moved and hands helped and then cold lube hit my pucker before he pushed deep inside me. I yelped and thrust fast, needing more.

  “Marr, let me.” The seductive whisper registered seconds before Viper filled me. My body swayed as they moved in time. I could feel the two cocks, one long and slim and the other thick, rub on either side of the thin layer of skin separating them.

  “Fuck me harder.” I panted.

  “Yes, goddess,” they said in unison and suddenly I was shaking from the bombarding thrusts of the men. Shaking. Shaking. I screamed as my world flew apart into tiny bits.

  “Come,” I shouted not knowing if I was talking about them or me. Jericho rolled me and I lay atop V as he pounded into me. “Yes, fuck yes. Marr.” I felt him shudder and Viper pushed me toward Jericho. He thrust now. Deep, hard. I continued to ride the wild orgasm as he pounded me again and again. Then he shuddered and squeezed my breast hard, which pushed me over again, not knowing where one of us ended and the other began we rocked together in those heady waves of pleasure, my body boneless, my mind gone.

  Slowly, parts of me fell back into place and thoughts fired in my brain—hours, lifetimes might have passed in the time between. All I know is that I’d just had the best, most intense sex in my life. I couldn’t count orgasms, or even where one started and the other ended. My two lovers embraced me and held me tight, worshipping me with feathery touches and kisses.

  We lay together, cuddled in bed until
Jericho slowly pulled out and rolled off the bed. I heard the bathroom door close.

  Viper sighed. “Fuck, that was magnificent.”

  I was too exhausted to respond.

  I felt the bed dip and Jericho was there, on his side, watching us. Slowly Viper rolled away and moved to the bathroom as well. Jericho stroked my hair and I rolled to my back to look up into his eyes—light and unburdened for a change. I’d done that and pride expanded inside me. I loved knowing he liked to go wild like me.

  “You are truly a goddess, Marr.” He stroked my lip with his thumb. “Tell me that blew your mind ’cause it did mine.”

  I sighed a long contented sound. “I don’t have words for that but thank you for that very intense ride.”

  “No, goddess, thank you.” He kissed my forehead. “How does this work now? I mean, I just kick bitches out of my bed, but this isn’t that.”

  I let my head fall back as I convulsed with laughter. “Should I kick my bitches out?”

  He growled and bit my shoulder.

  “I’m going to shower, you two boys work it out when Viper gets back.” I scooted out of bed and headed out of my room to the other shower because truth was, I’d never had that kind of experience, and I had no clue what to do about it. How did you end a threesome when no one was the sub, the slave? The brothers needed to figure this one out. No matter the complications now, three Doms had been a mind-blowing experience. But then Jericho went beyond Dom, his level of alpha should have its own definition, and I wanted to taste that man again and again.

  When I came out of the shower, my house was empty. Bugger it, that wasn’t what I’d planned on. I wanted a bit more of Jericho, but that’s what happened when I let others decide my future—left alone and not ready to be done with the intimacy of our night and mind-blowing day.

  I tied my hair back in a tail and slipped on some yoga shorts and a racerback tee before I wandered the house unable to settle into a movie, my book or start a project. I had laundry and a half dozen chores but that didn’t work any better. Bloody men and nobility and all that, I bet that’s why I was alone, not that I wanted to be with both of them because that was equally awkward—I wanted more Jericho, dammit.

  Short of throwing a fit, I needed to get my shit together and move on with my day. I walked back to my bedroom to retrieve my planner and check my schedule for the week. Settling onto my black leather couch, I heard the rumble of a motorcycle. I discarded my planner and ran to the door, Jericho parked his bike next to my car. A grin spread from ear to ear. He hadn’t done a fuck and run after all. I refused to examine why this made me giddy. He walked with a light step, a smile playing across his face—sexy. When he saw me at the door, he drew down his aviator glasses and stared at me. “Glad it’s me?”

  “Yup.” I leaned up and kissed his lips.

  He squeezed me up to him and kissed me hard, plunging into my mouth with a possession I reveled in. He lifted me, still kissing and moved in the doorway where he set me back on my feet.

  “You’re addicting.” He moved away. “I brought food. Tacos.”

  “Yummy.” I followed him out to the deck, which was now shaded since the afternoon sun was blocked by the house.

  He gave me three tacos and had six in front of him. I almost complained, but I rarely even ate three tacos, but after the sexercise, I might want more.

  “Want a drink? Got beer or—”

  “Beer.” He bit into his taco.

  I brought back two bottles of Sam Adams and settled in to eat. Jericho didn’t talk and eat—it was like he raced to see how fast the food could disappear. He was on his fourth taco before I finished one. By the second I was full. “You want this?”

  He grabbed it. “Sure.” He crunched as he bit into it.

  “That was good. I was hungry.” I stretched and finished my beer. My body was a bit stiff from our fun, but I wasn’t complaining. I didn’t remember the last time I’d been so satisfied, satiated, relaxed.

  “Come here, sit on my lap, I wanna talk.”

  I smiled, thinking talk was code for kissing.

  “Marr, you are truly an alpha female—that’s sexy as fuck, and just what I need.” He assessed me. “You’re what I want, in my bed, in my club.”

  Oh no. Not this. Please not this.

  “You should be my old lady.”

  This is the last thing I wanted to hear.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jericho

  “You should be my old lady.”

  I hadn’t expected a gushing yes, but the blank, closed-off look hadn’t been what I expected either. She hopped off my lap and walked to the edge of her deck.

  “This is about Bound?”

  Right to the heart of the matter, I liked her no bullshit approach. “In part, and about our chemistry, your strength.”

  “It’s not about emotion, feelings?”

  I stuttered. “No, no not really, not that I don’t like you, but more respect you.”

  She whipped around and those green eyes were cold—I’d seen that look before. The Mistress, not the hot woman I’d had in bed, was in charge of this negotiation.

  “And as your old lady, I’m expected...to do what?”

  I hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Old ladies are loyal, you’d be top of the female food chain, do some stuff at the club, stay here or with me, and we’d fuck.” I grinned wide. “Lots.”

  “And you get?”

  “You.” I didn’t think it’d be a good move to list my benefits.

  “You mean you get Bound wrapped up in a bow, me in your bed and someone to keep the other bitches in line.”

  Well, so much for glossing it over. “Not that you have to do the cooking, the other stuff, Mama takes care of that. You don’t seem domestic, or that’s not the feel I get.”

  Her eyes turned to narrow slits. “I’m having trouble seeing the benefit. I got status, my own dungeon and no headaches. You’ll still fuck me because we’re that good in bed.”

  Shit. This was going south.

  “You don’t want to...then just say no. It’s a role I gotta fill, and you’re my top choice.” Another old lady or Marr, either way it wouldn’t change what was between the two of us.

  “I’m negotiating, and understanding. Just really one sticking point.” She straddled me, mere inches between our lips. “I’m a very jealous bitch with a singularly bad temper.”

  I was so close, I just had to seal the deal.

  “You’d have to be monogamous.” She sounded out each syllable, flicking her tongue as she spoke. “Could you do that?”

  “I could.” Please take that for yes.

  “I need your word, your promise as a brother, that you’d be faithful to me all the time.” She kissed my chin then tapped it with her blood-red nail.

  Fuck. I sucked in a breath ready to promise fidelity even if I was lying. I’d try but I didn’t hold out a lot of faith in my own abilities. “That’s totally not something I’m prepared to do.”

  What the fuck?

  I’d blurted out the truth instead of the polished lie I’d planned to give her. Why had I gotten a case of the truth bug? Most likely because she wanted me to swear on the Brotherhood. It’s not a thing I’d ever done—broken my word when I promised something, which was why I rarely made promises.

  She stepped away from me. “Honesty at least. Come back when you’re prepared to commit and I will be too.”

  “But our deal?” I stood, trying to find something to hold onto as my world shifted. She’d turned me down, what’s worse, she’d left a fucking door open. A trap.

  How much do I want her? Not that much.

  “Yeah, yeah.” She waved me away. “I’ll be your spy and you need to come see me, but I’ll only come to Barden as your old lady.”

>   I stalked forward and turned her to me. Her cold features froze me. But I was too hot to care. “You wouldn’t have to be monogamous either.”

  She snorted. “I haven’t had sex in two years, not a thing I do casually, so you’re already a very lucky man I agreed to fuck you, but if I commit—” she looked away from me “—others lose their appeal, I’d be lying to say otherwise.”

  “Fuck it.” I stormed out of her house straight to my bike. Anger burned hot in my chest and behind it something darker lurked, but I refused to acknowledge the bitter disappointment her refusal caused.

  I rode for hours thinking of all the ways to have changed the outcome. She’d asked the one thing I didn’t lie about. I was a devious bastard who loved playing god, but I didn’t lie when it came to promises sworn on the Brotherhood. And no matter how much I needed her to say yes, I refused to break the only code I had.

  But how could I say yes?

  While she was good in bed, she lived in Ardmore. I wasn’t a man who went to bed alone, unless I was too fucked up to move. And that’s what I wanted to be, now—drunk. Not because she’d said no, like I cared about that, but because this weekend had become too intense, brought emotion back to me, a thing too dangerous to contemplate. When my emotions were involved, shit blew up in spectacular ways. That’s why I cut them out, stuffed them down below my conscience and let Dare serve that role. Much better than the crazy that came from letting my inner demons rule.

  When Layla died, I’d let my demons run wild. Out of control, I’d drank and beaten my way through Oklahoma. Not until I’d woken up in jail for attempted murder did I wake up to my self-destruction. The club lawyer made sure I got out of it, but if I kept that shit up, I was headed for jail, so I’d turned all the destruction toward building. I’d started Marked Man with Gimp, six months later we’d found Dare on a trip to Florida, and the rest was history.

  But I’d sworn to never again let anyone have the power to drive me insane, not even the Old Man, but I had a feeling deep in my gut that Marr could have that power over me, and maybe it was already too late to change that.