Rebound:Curvy Seduction Saga – Book One(4)

Like it was the most commonplace thing in the world, Gray said, "I'm going to watch."





CHAPTER FOUR





Dirty Dirty




I almost broke my neck swinging my head around to look at him. He was  staring right at me with more than a little heat in his eyes.

He gave me the tiniest of a head nod. The go-ahead.

Gulp. Okay then.

I looked back at the guys and smiled, pretending this was totally normal.

"You two like," I didn't want to sound as innocent as I was but wanted  to be clear on what I was about to get myself into. "having some fun  nasty sheet time together?"

"Yeah, we do. With a woman between us." It was as if Hawk were talking  about dancing the way he casually mentioned sex with more than one other  person. Dirty dancing.

I could totally do some dirty things with this guy in charge.

Hawk reached out and ran the back of two fingers down my bare arm.  "Normally, I'm not much into exhibitionism, but if that's what turns you  on I might be willing to try it. Have you ever been in a threesome with  two men before and does your boyfriend here always watch?"

Chingada Madre, that was a turn on and a half. "I've seen it in porn."

Oops. I was supposed to be the dirty bitch, not the looking for trouble  sexual ingénue. My teeth sunk into the side of my lip, partially nerves,  partially an attempt to look sexy. It seemed to work because Hawk  leaned forward and touched my knee, making circles on it, and then slid  his hand up to the edge of my skirt.                       
       
           



       

My pussy jumped, begging his fingers to keep going. "Now I want to try it. How does it work with you two?"

I'd always had a hard enough time keeping one man's attention during sex. Now I had to perform for three? Hay, Dios Mio.

"Any way you want, doll. My preference is with you on your hands and  knees between us," he said, while a slow easy smile spread across his  friend's face. It was the kind that said they'd played this game before.

"Although I'd like to get a taste of your pink pussy first. I could  spend hours down there, babe." A smooth, sensuous voice poured out of  Ian's throat. Like warm chocolate, it pooled its way into my chest and  heated my belly. I could come simply from hearing him talk. Dirty.

Gray spread himself out, pushing his leg against mine and throwing his  arms over my shoulder again. The muscles in his legs tensed with each  advance from my two suitors.

Hawke's hand, that I'd been begging to crawl up my thigh did more than  that. It tugged at my flesh, asking me to spread my legs. "Mmm, that way  you could suck on my cock while I watch him make you come. I love a  woman screaming around my dick." His fingers tickled the edge of my  panties, touching the wet lace. "That turns you on, doesn't it, doll?"

I suppressed the urge to gasp. I'd been playing my best  don't-give-a-shit loose and fast persona. The truth was, I'd only ever  had blond, bland Republican sex in the hopes that someday I'd marry a  blond, bland Republican and become a Volvo driving soccer mom.

Marc screwed that up when he decided to fuck Mindy Monahan of the Boston  Monahans in the ass, in the bathroom, at our engagement party.

No more good girl for me. I wanted to be a member of the bad girls'  club. Fucking around with these two tasty treats was the best initiation  I could think of.

Gray's arm around my shoulder tightened. "Angel here is a little gem and  I want her to have a safe encounter, so condoms and someplace private  are the requirements."

The guys looked at each other and then at Gray.

"We can do that, but if anything feels hinky at any point, we call it off and part ways. Agreed?"

"Absolutely," I said, and Grayson nodded.

"Good. Our place or yours?" Ian asked.

Gray sat back in the chair and while he was still in protective mode, his body relaxed. "I've got a suite at Cruz Towers."

Hawk whistled. He glanced between me and Gray with a different look in his eye. "Slumming it tonight, are we?"

He had no idea. But neither had I. I didn't even know Gray had a place  in the high-end towers sporting my last name. Weird because he also  lived in the carriage house behind my brownstone, and had his own rooms  at the house. These guys didn't know anything about me having a live-in  bodyguard or more money than God. They didn't need to. Not for a  one-night stand. Which I hadn't thought through at all.

I tried to be very nonchalant, shaking my head. "What makes you say that?"

"Only that your boyfriend's fun shack caters to the lifestyles of the  rich and famous. If you two live like that, you're not hurting for  cash."

Money was not one of my wounds. No need for them to know my family owned the whole building and most of the rest of the block.

I grinned and grabbed Gray's cheek, giving it a grandma squeeze and  jiggle. "Grayson is my sugar daddy, aren't you, pumpkin? He always takes  good care of me."

"Something like that." His voice was dark and his eyes followed suit.

Either I'd pissed him off or turned him on. My bet was on the piss. Too  bad. I was having fun playing this part. Plus, it distracted me from any  apprehensions of sexy times with two men.

Gray stood and offered me his hand. The guys hadn't even agreed to this  plan yet. For that matter, neither had I. That was Gray. Taking charge.  Which I liked. A lot. "Shall we?"

"They haven't even finished their drinks yet," I said.

"It's drink more or play. But not both. We want everyone to be safe, sane, and the whole thing to be consensual."

Both men stood to join Gray like randy teenagers. I didn't think this  would happen quite so fast. Definitely not with two men and for Gray to  be involved in any way shape or form. I thought I'd have more time.

But if we were going to Gray's suite now, my faking it days were over.  The second I got undressed, all three men would see me for the  inexperienced, chubby girl I'd hidden under expensive clothes, make-up,  and bravado.

All my life, I'd been faking it. Maybe it was time I didn't.

I stood up and took Gray's hand. "Coming boys? Because I'd like to."                       
       
           



       

Yeah, baby.





CHAPTER FIVE





Sex, Lies, and Videotape




I was going to do dirty, naughty things with two men while another one watched. Cojeme.

Even as my head revolted at this idea with whole body jitters, there  were some other quivers lower in my belly that were shooing the nerves  away.

Ian nodded, stood, and said, "I'll grab us a cab."

"No, it's okay. I have a car." I nodded to Gray and he pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to the driver.

"Ooh la la." Hawk rolled his eyes and didn't seem impressed at all.

That's all right, I wasn't here to impress. I simply wanted to make it through the night and get on with my life.

We walked outside to the waiting limo. I waved Ian and Hawk into the car  ahead of me. Before I could follow, Gray grabbed my elbow and held me  back from the open door. "Are you sure you want to do this, Angel?"

The concern lacing his lowered voice gave it a husky, sensual sound.

I was already turned on and that dark tone, knowing he actually cared  about what I did, kicked my heartbeat up a notch. I considered for a  moment ditching the guys and throwing myself at Grayson. Again. But the  sting of his last rejection two days ago was too fresh.

He cared. That didn't mean he wanted more to our relationship. Well, me either.

"You know I do. If I can't get back at Marc by sleeping with the help,  then why not two men who will do everything to me he wouldn't?"

Grayson stepped closer, looked down at me, scanning my face. I did my  best to hold my ground. This was the new and improved me. The one who  didn't cower in the face of imposing men.

The narrowing of his eyes and the tic in his jaw from clenching his teeth were my hints at how angry I'd made him.

My comment was unfair, but so was life. Grayson was too good of a guy to  take advantage of a grieving, jilted girl searching for solace in a  bottle and a hot body. His loss. I'd moved on. The only part of my life  that was his business was what I paid him to do.

An empty place behind my heart poked at my chest like a pincushion.

That was a lie.

Gray was also my friend. An overprotective one that had a white knight  complex when it came to me, but we were friends. I was pushing the  boundaries of that friendship in all kinds of ways.

A sorry was on the edge of my lips.

"Coming, babe?" Ian called from the car and then stuck his head out.

My apology wouldn't crawl up my throat or past my tongue.

"Yep," I responded to Ian, but said the word to Grayson.

The way he shook his head, it wasn't disappointment, not anger. I  couldn't read him, so I ignored him. I had other things...named Hawk and  Ian, to worry about.