Atonement (The Protectors #6)(6)

"We don't even have to share," Dante murmured, reminding me of his presence. He sat forward a little bit, his sharp eyes narrowing just a little. "Or we could make this an interesting little party," he added. The hunger burning in his gaze as his eyes traveled up and down my body belied his words though. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized he hadn't been looking at the two women the way he was looking at me right now.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

It felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room as Dante's dark eyes held mine and I lost all awareness of everything around us. There were no women, there was no music … hell, even the blood that had been causing my head to pound unbearably seemed to have traveled south in the few seconds I'd been caught in Dante's snare of seduction.

I clenched my fists as the need to move forward towards him washed over me. The problem was, I wasn't sure if I wanted to pound on him … or into him.

The moment was interrupted when Shelly suddenly appeared at Dante's side, her girlfriend in tow. "Come dance with us, Dante," she purred as her elegant fingers sought out Dante's hand. The move broke the spell Dante had somehow managed to weave between us and I tore my eyes away. I looked back just long enough to see his grin change into a frown. 

"Sure sweetheart," he said softly and then he was getting up. He settled his hands on Shelly's outer thighs as she pressed her breasts against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

I wanted nothing more than to go over to the TV, which I now realized was where the music was coming from, and yank its plug from the wall before kicking both girls out and letting Dante know just what I thought about his little trick, but I knew that was exactly what he wanted. So, I did what I did best when it came to the irritating young man and turned my back on him after grabbing my bag. I even managed to not slam the bedroom door behind me.

As bad as my head hurt, my body hurt more and I paused only long enough to snag my medicine before heading for the bathroom. I swallowed down two pills before reaching into the shower to get the hot water going. By the time I'd stripped off my clothes  –  carefully, because my cock was hard as a rock  –  the hot water was steaming up the bathroom. The second I stepped into the shower and the water sluiced over me, I wrapped my hand around my dick and began stroking. My head hurt like a son of a bitch as my orgasm began to build and I knew it would feel like my head was exploding when I finally came, but that didn't slow me down as I desperately fisted my dick. I closed my eyes and gasped for breath as my balls drew up tight against my body signaling the end after just a half a dozen strokes.

The orgasm was violent and hit me so hard all over that I actually felt my knees buckle and I barely caught myself before I crashed to the floor. I managed to carefully lower myself to my ass so that my back was pressed against the side of the shower stall and the water was raining down on my head and chest, washing away the long, thick ropes of cum spread across my skin. My head did hurt even worse now, so I tried to focus on the pleasurable aftershocks of my orgasm instead.

The only problem with that was that it made me remember why I'd needed to jack off so badly.

And it had nothing to do with the two women in the other room.

Nothing at all.





Chapter Three




Dante



The second I heard Magnus's bedroom door open, I forced myself to stop tapping my right leg and sat back in the armchair and took a sip of my coffee. I hoped like hell I looked more relaxed than I felt because I sure as shit didn't want Magnus to think I was nervous about getting my ass reamed for what had happened the night before.

But I wasn't about to apologize for it … even if I was feeling a little bit guilty.

I hadn't planned for things to go as far as they had. Hell, I hadn't even planned on pursuing Shelly after flirting with her on the flight. I'd only done it because I knew it would irritate the too-silent Magnus. Yeah, the woman was gorgeous, but she was as vapid as they came and I just hadn't been in the mood to deal with that shit beyond some harmless flirting and touches. And truth be told, my ego had taken quite a hit in the past week, so having a beautiful woman come on to me had felt good and been a nice distraction. But the plan had been to limit it to the four-hour flight from Seattle to Austin.

I figured that would be enough time for Magnus to get the stick out of his ass, but of course, he'd been just as distant and remote as he always was. I'd expected once we got to Texas, he might actually offer to clue me in on what was going on with the trial he was testifying in, but he hadn't spoken even one word to me.

I'd been fucking invisible.

So when Shelly had texted me  –  this after she'd pushed really hard to exchange numbers with me  –  to ask if she could see me again, I'd said yes and I'd decided to take it a step further just to ruffle Magnus's feathers and told her to bring a friend.



       
         
       
        

Things had gone from bad to worse the second she and her friend Tanya had arrived at the hotel, because as stunning as both women were, I'd been too moody and tired to give a shit. My plan had been to offer them both a drink and then send them on their way.

The music had been Tanya's idea.

The dancing too.

The rest had all been on Shelly.

And yeah, my body had responded to the sight of the two women going at each other, but it wasn't until Magnus had walked out of his room that my cock had stood to attention and my whole body had locked up with raw, unbridled need. The anger in his cold eyes had sent me even higher and I'd wanted nothing more in that moment than for him to stride over to me, demand that I get on my knees and have him feed his cock to me until it was so far down my throat it would have felt like it was in my gut. And only when I was near tears from gagging on his thick flesh would he order me to bend over and I'd feel his hardness shoving into me in one hard, unforgiving push.

For the briefest of moments, I'd forgotten all about the women, but I'd managed to spout off some bullshit about the girls being for him, even though the words had left a sour taste in my mouth. I'd shared plenty of lovers before, had been involved in a few orgies even, but the idea of anyone touching what I wanted, Shelly and her friend included, had had me seeing red.

And then Magnus had looked at me with something other than derision and I'd actually felt the air crackle and pop around us as I'd felt my lust spike up another notch. And in my next fantasy, Magnus was the one on his hands and knees and I'd definitely no longer been invisible to him.

Then Shelly had gotten her panties in a twist when she'd realized she was no longer the center of attention. I'd barely managed to control my fury at her interruption and had only tolerated her hands on me until Magnus had once again disappeared into his room. Then I'd carefully extricated myself from the two women with the excuse of getting us all more drinks. I'd barely touched mine as they'd downed another shot each and then went to town on each other. I'd pretended to watch them, but my mind had drifted back to where it had been for months … trying to figure out why Magnus had such a hold on me. He was nothing like the men I typically went for … though I didn't really have a "type."

It was the control thing.

In that, he had it in spades and the last thing I wanted was to be controlled.

Then why the fuck did the idea of Magnus pinning me down and taking me however he wanted and for as long as he wanted turn me on instead of off? Hell, I hadn't bottomed in years, yet if Magnus told me to bend over, I'd do it in a heartbeat and be sending my thanks to heaven. 

After a few minutes, the girls had turned their attention back on me and I'd somehow missed the part where Tanya's bra was gone and Shelly was completely naked. Shelly had draped herself over my lap and told me she wanted me to fuck her while she was going down on Tanya. It was an insanely hot fantasy that should have had me leading both girls to my bedroom or even ordering them to get into position on the couch. I'd been hard enough to do the job, but I'd seriously doubted my ability to keep my erection when all I'd been thinking about was getting my own ass filled. So I'd used my best bedroom voice to tell Shelly what I'd wanted. And I'd made sure it was an order, not a request. That had gotten her all hot and bothered and she and Tanya had greedily obeyed as they'd lowered their bodies to the couch in tangle of limbs and had begun fingering each other until they'd come. Fortunately for me, they'd been too lost in their own passion to notice that I hadn't even bothered to reach for my dick to get myself off like I'd told Shelly I would. They'd both passed out and I'd let them sleep for as long as it had taken for me to rub one out, moaning Magnus's name as I'd come. Then I'd packed both ladies into a cab and sent them on their way.

"We're leaving in five," Magnus muttered as he filled one of the hotel mugs with coffee, black, and went back to his room. No "thank you" for having the coffee ready this morning, no explanation as to where we were going … hell, I didn't even know if we were coming back to the hotel. It didn't really matter I supposed, since I hadn't unpacked last night.

Five minutes turned out to be four minutes which I only knew because I'd been watching the clock next to the TV the whole time as I was finishing my coffee. Magnus came back out of his room, bag in hand, and snatched the car keys off the side table near the door.