For Her Pleasure Page 7

  Mac pulled into the busy parking lot of the Two Step and cut the engine to his truck. It had been one hell of a day, beginning with Kit’s house and not stopping since. And the bitch of the thing was not a single print had been lifted from the break-in.

  He walked into the bar and immediately sought out Kit. She was across the room, delivering drinks. Ryder watched closely from his perch at the bar.

  He started in Ryder’s direction. When he got to the bar, David slid a beer over the counter to him.

  “Thanks, man,” Mac said, picking up the cold brew.

  “No problem.”

  “Where’d you and Kit go all afternoon?” Mac asked as he slid onto the stool beside Ryder.

  “Out to the lake,” Ryder replied.

  Mac tilted back the bottle and took a long swig. “Been awhile since we all went out there.”

  Ryder nodded. “Still looks exactly the same.”

  Mac paused and set his beer down on the rough surface of the wooden bar top. He felt like a jealous teenager, but he had to know.

  “Did you have sex with her?”

  Ryder blinked in surprise. “What the hell kind of question is that?”

  Mac shrugged. “Just a question.”

  “I know how you feel about her, man. I wouldn’t do that to you. Or her. She wasn’t in any shape to be having sex this afternoon.”

  Mac clenched his fist, pissed at himself. He knew Ryder would never cross the line with him or Kit, and yet he’d had to ask.

  “I know, man. I guess . . . I guess I wanted to know if she was any more open with you than she is with me, because between you and me, she’s got a wall a foot thick stuck right in the middle of me and her.”

  “You knew it wouldn’t be easy,” Ryder said. “And no, she isn’t any more open with me. In some ways she’s still a scared little girl playing at being an adult. Other times she’s every man’s wet dream. All grown up and exotic. And you never know which one will show up to see you.”

  Mac nodded his agreement. “I won’t let her go, Ryder. I don’t know how to make her see I’d never hurt her, but I won’t let her go.”

  “What are you two talking so serious about?” Kit asked as she set her tray down on the bar.

  Mac turned to her, a smile on his face. He tugged her into his arms. “How you doing, babe?”

  She returned his smile but eased from his arms. She rattled off her drink order to David then turned her attention back to Mac.

  “Find out anything?”

  His smile disappeared and he shook his head. “Sorry.”

  Her lips trembled before she pasted on a bright smile. “Oh well, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time, right?”

  “We’ll find him, Kit. I promise.”

  She put her small hand on his arm. “I know you will, Mac.”

  “What time you get off?” Mac asked.

  Kit turned her arm up to look at her watch. “One more hour. You going to stay?”

  “Not going anywhere. You want to ride home with me?”

  She glanced sideways at Ryder then slowly nodded. She dipped her head in David’s direction as he plunked the last drink on her tray. She almost looked nervous as she turned back to Mac once more.

  “What’s on your mind, babe?”

  She hesitated and wiped her palms down her shorts. “I don’t want you and Ryder to treat me different,” she whispered. “I don’t want us to go home and for you to treat me like I’m broken.”

  Mac leaned in close and tipped her chin up with one finger. “Kit, we’ll do whatever it is you want us to. No pressure. No expectations. No disappointment. You’re in control.”

  “And if I want you to take me home and make me forget?” she asked.

  “Then we’ll take you home and make love to you all night,” he said huskily.

  Her green eyes flared and gleamed a brilliant emerald in the low light. To his surprise, she walked into his arms and pressed her lips against his.

  His entire body went rigid. Hot. It was hot. All the breath left his body. How a little slip of a woman could make him so weak he didn’t know, but she brought him to his knees.

  “I need you to understand,” she murmured close to his lips. “I have so many fantasies, but none that I can trust anyone with. Except you and Ryder. When I look at another man, I can’t be sure he won’t hurt me.”

  Mac slipped his hand to the back of her neck. “Tell me what you want, baby. I’ll make it happen.”

  “I want you to call the shots,” she whispered. “I trust you. I want you to handcuff me, tie me up, whatever it is you cops do. I want one night where what happened six months ago isn’t lying between us.”

  Mac’s breath hitched and escaped him in fits and jerks. She was handing him her trust on a silver plate. He’d been waiting for this moment a long time, and he’d be damned if he fucked it up.

  He tried to keep his voice light, casual, a little teasing. “I’m always up for a little role playin’,” he drawled.

  She shivered in his arms. Then she slipped away from him and retrieved her tray. He watched as she walked back into the crowd to deliver the drinks.

  Ryder shifted beside him. “That mean what I think it does?”

  Mac smiled. “You up for it?”

  Ryder snorted. “For her? You don’t need to ask. I’ve never had anyone like her, and I doubt I ever will again.”

  “I hear you,” Mac murmured.

  He glanced over at Ryder and caught his eye. “Look man, I’m sorry about before. It was a stupid question.”

  “It’s forgotten,” Ryder said.

  Mac clenched his fist and offered it to Ryder. Ryder cracked a grin and bumped his fist to Mac’s.

  CHAPTER 9

  Kit leaned back in the seat and tried to relax. Mac sat next to her, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he navigated his way to his house. It had been such a long day. For all of them. Mac still wore his uniform, not that she minded.

  The only thing she liked better than his uniform was when he wore his faded, broken-in pair of blue jeans. They adhered to his ass and outlined every muscle in his long legs. She could imagine unzipping the fly, loosening his belt and pulling out his cock.

  She closed her eyes and squirmed around in her seat to alleviate the burn between her legs.

  Mac looked sideways at her. “You okay, babe?”

  Her heart did odd little flips in her chest. Butterflies danced in her stomach and made her breath come out in short hiccups. She couldn’t wait for them to get home.

  A few minutes later, Mac pulled into the drive of his house. Before she could open her door all the way, Mac hopped out and hurried around. He caught her in his arms and eased her to the ground before closing the door behind her.

  Ryder roared in behind them and parked the bike a foot away from where they were standing.

  Kit looked nervously between them and nibbled at her bottom lip. She’d never anticipated something so much in her entire life.

  Ryder walked by and trailed his hand over her cheek before heading into the house ahead of them. Mac smoothed his hand over her hair.

  “You ready to go in?”

  She took a deep breath and nodded.

  Mac walked ahead of her and opened the door. She followed him in, and the first thing she saw was Ryder standing in the middle of the living room, his shirt already off.

  Before she could fully appreciate his physique, Mac spun her around, pulling one arm behind her back. She found herself face against the wall, and she heard the unmistakable rattle of handcuffs.

  The cool metal clapped around her left wrist. Mac reached for her other arm, twisting it behind to meet the other. His breath blew hot in her ear, and he leaned in close to her body.

  “Listen to me, baby. If at any time, you want us to stop, if you aren’t comfortable, for any reason, you say so, okay?”

  She nodded.

  The click of the other handcuff locking jolted her into awareness. God. She was handcuffed and at the mercy of two gorgeous men.

  “Then let the games begin,” Mac murmured.

  He turned her around, his hand gripping her manacled wrists. Ryder was naked in front of her, his dark eyes gleaming in the light.

  Her eyes ran appreciatively up and down his well-muscled body. His midnight hair hung wildly over his shoulders. The dragon tattoo that matched her own spread across his upper chest. Two more marked his arms. A dagger on his left arm. A coiled serpent on his right.

  Her gaze dropped between his legs to the dark nest of hair. His cock stood swollen, distended, a testament to his arousal.

  A pocketknife flashed in front of her as Mac came around to stand, momentarily blocking her view of Ryder. He eyed her hungrily, the knife moving closer to her shirt.

  She shivered, her skin puckering as he slid the knife underneath her shirt to rest against her skin. He moved the knife upward until the point came out of the neck of her shirt. Then he pulled it outward until the material gave way under the strain. He pulled downward, cutting her shirt open.

  He pushed the shirt over her shoulders until it fell down her arms to dangle from the handcuffs.

  “Kick off your shoes,” he ordered.

  She slipped her sandals off, and he kicked them across the floor, out of the way.

  He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and un-snapped the fly. He peeled the shorts down her legs, leaving her in only her underwear. He looked up and smiled before setting the point of the blade at the curve of her hip. The material gave way, and soon the panties fell to the floor in a heap of scrap.

  Mac stepped away and put his hand to her bare back. He let his hand wander down until he palmed the curve of her ass in his hand. Then he pushed her toward Ryder.

  “On your knees,” Ryder said gruffly.

  Kit sank gracefully to her knees.

  “Knees apart, chest out.”

  Again she complied.

  He smiled down at her. He circled his cock with his hand and pumped slowly up and down. “I swear, darlin’, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful. You’re every man’s fantasy come to life.”

  His words skittered over her, and she was shocked by her reaction. Tears welled in her eyes. Never would she feel this way with any other man. Not as safe. Not as cherished. Mac and Ryder made her examine emotions she’d long ago locked inside her.

  Ryder cupped her chin and rubbed his thumb gently over her cheek. “You have such a sweet mouth. Now be a good girl and open it for me.”

  Her mouth fell open, and Ryder slid his hand behind her head just as he used the other to guide his cock between her lips.

  Every nerve ending in her body screamed for release. She was pulled tighter than a rubber band at full stretch. She was completely and utterly at their mercy, and it made her hotter than she’d ever been in her life.

  Ryder pumped in and out of her mouth, slowly, softly, but he held her head firmly. He was in control. She wanted to come right then and there.

  He groaned, the sound torn from his throat. Both hands crept around her head, tangled in her hair, held her as he gently fucked her mouth.

  “I’m going to come, darlin’,” he said huskily. “And I want you to swallow every drop.”

  She closed her eyes and moaned softly around his thrusts as they became more urgent. His hands tightened in her hair. His thrusts became more dominant. Then he buried himself in her wet mouth and held her tightly as he began to jet his cum to the back of her throat.

  She swirled her tongue around his pulsing cock and swallowed as he spilled himself in her mouth. Long after his release, he rocked back and forth as she sucked and licked at his softening erection.

  He withdrew, letting his hands fall from her face. Behind her, Mac curled his hands under her armpits and lifted her upward.

  “Can you stand by yourself?” Mac asked.

  She nodded.

  His hand caressed her ass again as he directed her to the bedroom. Probing fingers slid between her cheeks and feathered over her anal opening.

  Her legs trembled and threatened to buckle.

  “Get on the bed,” Mac directed. “On your knees, lay your cheek on the mattress.”

  She crawled awkwardly onto the covers and slowly leaned forward until her face pressed against the bed. Her ass stuck in the air, leaving her completely exposed. She flexed and extended her fingers, testing the cuffs.

  “Now that’s a pretty sight,” Mac murmured.

  “Doesn’t get any prettier,” Ryder agreed.

  Her pussy clenched and quivered. If Mac so much as touched her in the right spot, anywhere near the right spot, she’d explode.

  “I want to fuck your ass, Kit.”

  She screwed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip. Her breath came in small pants, and she began to tremble from head to toe.

  Large hands cupped and fingered her ass, spread her. The broad head of a cock settled between her cheeks. Mac rubbed his dick over her entrance. The slippery coolness of lubricant eased his passage.

  He pressed forward. Unbearable pressure fired into her belly. The tight opening flared and began to accept Mac’s cock. Then with a gentle plop, the head slipped past the tight muscle.

  She moaned when he stilled behind her.

  “Do you want it, Kit? Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look, your ass clutching at my dick, sucking me inside?”

  “Please,” she whispered.

  He reached underneath her and slid his fingers over her slick pussy. He found her clit and began to finger the small bud.

  “Mac!” she wailed.

  He bucked his hips forward, his cock thrusting deep into her ass. Every muscle in her body shrieked, tightened, convulsed as he began pumping in and out of her body.

  His fingers tweaked and plucked at her pussy, plunging in unison with his cock then sliding upward to tease her clit. Mindless pleasure consumed her. So wicked and forbidden. Only in her darkest fantasies had she given light to having her ass fucked.

  “I’m going to come, Kit, but not you. Not yet.”

  She groaned. Her body was so rigid, so wanting. She needed release. Couldn’t take much more of the electric sparks igniting over her body.

  Just when she thought she’d come anyway, his hands left her, and his motions stilled. He stood there, embedded tightly within her. His hands smoothed over her back, touching, caressing.

  Then he withdrew, ever so slowly. He let out a growl, so possessive sounding, so erotic. He rammed forward, once, twice. His body strained against her as he sought to get deeper. And she felt the hot flood of his release in the darkest recesses of her body.

  He leaned against her for a long moment before carefully pulling away. A warm cloth soothed the tender flesh and cool air blew over her skin.

  Gentle hands eased her over until she lay on her back, her hands pressed firmly against the bed beneath her.

  “I want to taste that pussy,” Ryder said as he settled between her legs.

  Her pussy twitched and spasmed in response. She stared down at Ryder’s dark eyes, so alight with desire.

  He bent over and ran his tongue up the folds of her cunt.

  Oh my God!

  She bucked and writhed, cursing the fact she was in such a helpless position. She was open to whatever Ryder wanted to do, -->