Burning Offer (Trevor's Harem #1) (12 page)

But it’s not the doorframe or the wall I’ve backed into. It’s the solid presence of Daniel Rice, who seems to have returned after all.
 

“‘The things we expect you to do for our amusement,’” Daniel repeats, his eyes on mine. Then, in an innocent tone: “What things do you mean, Bridget?”
 

I swallow.
 

To Tony, Daniel says, “Show her.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Tony nods to Daniel. He smirks. And then he’s turning to look at Erin, who’s fixed him with a stare. At first, I think her doe-eyed look from earlier has switched targets and now she’s somehow afraid of our guide and what he’s going to do. But then I see the desire. The kind that’s afraid to admit its true nature. That hides until it’s pulled from the shadows and awakened.
 

“She seems so sweet,” says a voice in my ear. It’s so close, I can feel breath on my neck. And my skin shivers. Not with cold. With something else. I don’t look back. Fifteen feet away from me, Tony is watching, Erin and Erin is watching Tony. They’re almost frozen, but the air is thick with waiting. I can’t look away. “She seems so sweet,” Daniel repeats from behind me, “and yet under her skin, she’s awaiting permission.”
 

Daniel’s hand at my waist. His big, strong hand covering mine, pressing it between flesh and the fabric of this foreign dress.
 

Tony’s huge hand on Erin’s hip. Moving down. Even from here, I can see the way her chest is rising and falling faster than normal. A little afraid. A lot of something else. And still, she’s just watching him as the fabric rides up. As I see more flesh, then a hint of white fabric. Tony’s fingers trail across the inside seam of her panties. Only slightly. And I watch her breathe faster, watching, waiting, entirely motionless. Her hand hasn’t moved an inch. It’s like she’s prey eyeing a predator, hoping it won’t see her. Hoping it will and then do as it wishes.
 

I should stop this.
 

And if it’s going to happen anyway, I shouldn’t be here.

I turn. Daniel caches me, blocking my exit. He takes me by both upper arms, looking down at me. I can see every hair in his stubble. Every curve of his hard jaw. His hungry eyes as he stares deep into me. I won’t be intimidated. But I can feel my heartbeat and my breath, the same as Erin’s. Fast, tympani beats. The rise and fall of my breasts against his chest, my nipples inappropriately at attention.
 

“Look at her,” Daniel says, turning me enough to see, and I can hear the fascination in his voice. “Yesterday, she was cleaning strangers’ teeth, and today she’s in a mansion with everything she’s never dreamed of having. Yesterday, she thought her type was nice boys who got straight As and were good to their mothers. She lived with her parents for nineteen years and then moved into an apartment just ten miles away. The most adventurous place she’s ever had sex was the floor beside the bed. Because
this?”
I feel Daniel nod into the side of my hair.
“This
doesn’t happen to a girl like Erin.”
 

“Stop it,” I say. I don’t even know why, except that all of this seems wrong.
 

“She’s never had a one-night stand. She’s had two boyfriends, six months and a year and a half. The first one, the year-and-a-half one, she made wait for nine months. Because she’s a good girl. Unlike you, Bridget.”
 

I want to ask how he could know any of this. But I’m afraid of the answer.
 

I can’t stop staring. Tony’s hand has moved to the front, and I watch as his big hand bunches Erin’s dress at her lower belly, fingers pointed down, cupping the space between her legs. Erin’s eyes, of all things, are on me. Then Tony’s hand moves again, and I watch her eyes close in a sigh. I watch her throat hitch as she swallows. Her knees buckle, but Tony’s behind Erin to keep her from falling, ass pressing back into his groin.

“Make him stop.”

“She’s a big girl. She can make him stop if she wants him to.”
 

“She’s going to regret this. She’s not thinking straight.”
 

Tony’s fingers slip below the waistband of Erin’s panties. Something about this is wrong, wrong, wrong. His movements tent the fabric where it meets her upper thigh, and I catch a glimpse of black hair beneath. The spot nobody is supposed to see except Erin’s boyfriends who put in their time. Not for strange men. And not for girls who should leave the room and leave her alone to make her passionate mistake.
 

“I think she’s thinking straighter than she ever has,” Daniel whispers. His hand brushes my hair back, and his lips graze my neck.

I turn. Daniel blocks me again.
 

“Let me go.”
 

“She wants you, too.”
 

I can’t help it. I look back. Erin has turned, and now her little hands are on Tony’s pants, gripping something massive. His hand is still in her panties, now working, circling, bending knuckles to test her entrance. The fabric stretches, and I watch one of his fingers slip inside. Her blue eyes are open. Watching me watch her.
 

I can feel Daniel’s muscular body behind me. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass.
 

“Go join them,” he says.
 

“Fuck you.”
 

“Wish you could,” he says, a laugh in his voice, “but I’m against the rules.”

His hands are around me at my waist. Strong, holding me from behind. Then one of the hands leaves my front, and I feel it on the back of my thighs, moving up. I can’t help it; my eyes close at his touch. And a small sigh escapes me.
 

“If you join them,” Daniel says, “you’ll gain points. You’ll show Trevor that you’re the kind of girl he wants to keep around instead of eliminating. The kind of girl he’s willing to keep paying to stay. Money badly needed for … oh, I don’t know. For certain dire circumstances that cash can surely fix.”
 

“I’m not for sale.”
 

I hear a laugh. The sound sends a wave of tiny shivers up my spine, and it’s as if he’s run a finger along my naked back, tips whispering against bare skin.
 

Tony peels Erin’s panties down her legs to expose a small patch of dark hair. Then one hand returns to her sex, and I watch her tip her hips up to meet it, just enough that I can make out the lips of her pussy.
 

“I want to leave,” I say. “I want out,” I lie.
 

“Liar.”
 

I turn my head. I don’t want him to see my front, in case he notices how hard my nipples have become. In case even the turn excites me, because despite it all, I feel somehow full below the waist. Swollen from the inside of one thigh to the other. And if he touches me wrong — or right — I might explode. Even the trailing touch of his fingers, at the back of my legs, moving up under my dress, is far too much.
 

“Don’t tell me what I want, you son of a bitch.”
 

“The door is right there.” His sarcastic smile is so sexy, I want to slap it off his face.
 

His hands on my inner thighs. Rolling up across my ass. My knees wanting to fail, unable to support me. He casually raises my dress from the back, and I feel the room’s cooler air infiltrate the hothouse beneath.
 

“You won’t let me go.” But I barely understand the words. I’m just mouthing them. Willpowering through. I could come right now and ruin everything.
 

“Go,” he says, “if you want to.”
 

The dress coming up higher in back. His hands beneath it, brushing the tops of my inner thighs, playing with the hem of my panties.

“You won’t go. Because you want to see this.”
 

Erin unbuckles Tony’s belt. Unbuttons his pants. Unzips them and pushes them down. A giant cock springs free, and Erin slides down him, her dress still up and her panties still down, her pussy bare for the world. Her small hands run over the massive shaft, the head with its drip of eager precome. Then it’s in her mouth, all at once, as if she’s finally given in after too much resistance. Tony’s dick is too big for her mouth. I can’t stop watching her try to take it. I can’t stop watching her gently palm his balls. I can’t stop watching his hands grip her hair.
 

I try again to push past, but again Daniel stops me. There’s no question now; I press full against his stomach, and his cock is rail spike-hard against it. My mind flashes back to it entering me, once from each end. To the feel of his hot come spilling down my throat in the limo.
 

“I didn’t fuck her, you know,” he says, nodding toward Erin.
 

“Let me go.”
 

“Just you.”

“Get out of my way!” It comes out angry, but really I’m panicked. Even through our dodging and weaving, Daniel’s hand hasn’t come out from under my dress. There’s a tickling as his tips brush me through the fabric. And if I don’t get out of here soon, he’ll make me come again. Because right now, I want him more than anything. What Tony and Erin are doing, I want to do it too, and I don’t care who sees.
 

But I won’t.
 

“Your problem,” Daniel says, “is that you’ve never let yourself want what you want. You won’t allow yourself to desire what you desire.”
 

“I don’t
want
any of this!”
 

Daniel palms the top of my head with his free hand. Turns it around. And I watch Tony’s enormous, tattooed arms lift Erin off the ground like a doll. He tears off her panties, ripping them at one leg. He pushes her against the wall, palming her pussy. Erin’s arms and legs wrap him, her breathing leaving like moans. I can see the space between them as Erin reaches down and pumps Tony’s cock, trying to pull him inside. Then he obliges, and she screams as he enters her, thrusting.

Daniel’s hand slips past the fabric of my panties and into the pool of spreading wetness beneath.
 

“Tell me again that you don’t want it. Tell me that this isn’t turning you on more than your ordinary life would ever let you admit.”
 

“It’s not — ”

His finger slips inside me. We’re back against the wall, my ass against the hard ridge of his cock. Erin is lost in ecstasy, Tony thrusting into her with animal grunts. She’s whimpering. Gripping. I think she’s already come once; it’s impossible to tell. Her eyes keep returning to us. To me. But the way we’re standing, I can’t let her see what we’re doing because for whatever reason, Daniel’s off limits.
 

His finger pops inside my pussy, and I gasp. He reaches farther and finds my clit. I practically collapse. It’s all slick down below. I’m a gusher for him, and all I want is for this horrible man to fuck me as roughly as Tony is fucking Erin.
 

“Why are you here, Bridget?”
 

I try to respond, but his finger is on my clit and I’m inches from the edge.
 

“Everyone here passed a test. Everyone here was hand-selected by Trevor Ross. Everyone but you. So why are you here, Bridget Miller?”
 

The finger has abandoned all pretense. He’s not just idly playing with me. Now he’s stroking, trying to make me come. His other arm is across my chest, just above my breasts. He’s clamping me tight against him, pressing his erection against my leg. The intelligent part of me doesn’t want to come, but there’s no fucking way I’ll tell him to stop.

Tony pumps harder into Erin. I hear her come again, and as much as I’m holding myself back, their sounds almost break me. My eyes want to close. My legs want to surrender, but Daniel has me pinned, his finger on my clit, his hand strumming my wet folds as he works me from behind.
 

A hard thrust. Tony groans, and Erin calls out. For a moment, I watch their mismatched pair and think he’s broken her. I see something drip from beneath them as Tony pulls back. Then he’s guiding himself in again, their congress slowing.

“You’d better hurry,” Daniel says, “or they’ll catch us.”
 

I try to hold back, but a whimper escapes me.
 

“You’re here because I chose you, Bridget,” he whispers in my ear. “Because even though I’ve never been able to stand you, you were always my favorite.”

My head actually starts to turn at that, but before it can, a powerful orgasm claims me. I buckle forward like I’ve been punched, and cry out, more exhale than sigh or moan.

“Stay for dinner,” Daniel says when I stop shaking.
 

And then he’s gone.
 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

There’s a window at the far end of my third-floor office, at the back of a huge walk-in closet. You have to part clothes to even know the window is there, and should only part the clothing to look through the window after you’ve shut the closet door and killed the lights.
 

The window doesn’t look out on the grounds or the pool or the courtyard or the mountains.