Hot In Here (Ashton Heights Fire # 3) (4 page)

He wanted Ally in private.
Now.

“
Your turn.”

Leo had returned and was watching Ally’s
flushed face with interest. He smiled and tucked a strand of her
hair behind her ear. “Earth to Ally.”

“
Oh.” She snapped out of
it and stared at the table. “You missed the eight?”

“
I did. Your
shot.”

“
Okay then. Sure. My shot.
Yep.”

She stepped forward but
stumbled on her wedge heels. With lightning instincts, both Leo and
Blair reached out to catch her. Being closer, Leo got to her first.
He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her up against him
while Blair supported her other side by placing a hand on her
hip.

She felt good beneath his fingers and her
hair smelled like cinnamon. His erection became painful.

Ally held herself stock still, as though
afraid to do so much as breathe. Then she seemed to gather her
wits. “Thanks, guys. I’m fine.”

They let her go so she
could walk to the pool table once more. Blair sensed the reluctance
in Leo, the same reluctance he’d experienced when he’d released
her. He hadn’t felt quite this buzzed about a girl in a long while,
since maybe the first time he and Leo had shared. His heart was
racing a mile a minute, while he usually managed to keep his
physiological responses constrained to regions blow his
waist.

What was that all about?

Blair picked up his beer
but realized the bottle was empty and put it back down on the
windowsill. He watched Ally line up the final shot, an easy shot at
the eight. “You took a dive,” he said to Leo.

“
Who? Me?”

“
You just wanted to watch
her bend over again.”

Leo’s expression was somewhere between
abashed and delighted. “Maybe.”

No maybe about it if the way his gaze fixed
on Ally was any indication. Blair watched too, taking in the
delicious sight of her draped halfway over the pool table in a
mini-skirt and heels.

“
Guys. Do you
mind?

She was looking at them with a furrowed
brow.

“
Mind what?” Leo
asked.

“
You’re
staring.”

Blair grinned. “Hard not to.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she kept trying to
scowl at them. “It’s ruining my concentration.”

“
Sorry.”

Leo didn’t sound sorry at all, but he made a
show of staring at the ceiling as though examining it for mold.
Blair simply returned Ally’s glare with a raised brow and refused
to even pretend he wasn’t going to drink in the sight of her while
he could.

With a huff, she turned
back to the game and took her shot. The black ball bounced off the
corner pocket a few times but didn’t go in.

“
God damn it!”

In a show of abject
frustration, Ally walked around the table and pushed the ball into
the hole by hand. Apparently, she was a sore loser after
all.

Leo winced and shook his head. “Ally, Ally.
I wouldn’t have picked you for a cheater.”

“
If anyone’s a cheater
here, it’s Blair.”

“
Me? I wasn’t even
playing.”

“
Oh, you were playing at
something all right.” Ally narrowed her eyes at him. “Playing at
putting me off my game.”

Damn, she was cute when she
was frustrated. Whether her frustration came more from her losing
the game or from pent-up sexual needs, Blair didn’t know, but he
really liked the color in her cheeks and the flash of fire in her
blue eyes. He decided to see if he could turn her pink blush
crimson.

He sauntered towards her, moving resolutely
forward until her eyes widened and she backed up against the pool
table. Blair leaned in, angling his body so she had to bend over
backwards to maintain eye contact. “If you think that was the only
reason I said what I did to you, you’re mistaken. I said what I did
because I want to do all of it. Starting with making you sigh.”

With that intent, Blair lifted a hand and
used one finger to paint a trail from her jaw, down the side of her
throat to the edge of her loose-fitting top. He slipped his
fingertip beneath the fabric until he touched her bra strap.

She let out a sigh.

Blair smiled.

Ally stared at him with a defiance that made
Blair’s cock ache with need. “Are you done playing games?”

Depends what type of game
you mean.
Blair held back the retort, not
willing to risk scaring her off with a hint as to his sexual
proclivities just yet. Instead, he opted for directness. “You want
to get out of here?”

Her lips twitched boldly. “I thought you’d
never ask.”

Once upon a time, Leo had
considered himself a gentleman. Either two years of living in
mutually agreeable debauchery with Blair had eroded his manners, or
Ally stripped every ounce of civility from him, because as soon as
they were outside the Sovereign, he knew he had to taste her.
Patience or politeness meant nothing to him.

In the shadows of the pub
walls, he grasped her wrist and drew her towards him. She gasped
when their chests bumped, and Leo took advantage of her parted
lips. The kiss was incendiary, as hot and out of control as any
fire. She tasted like strawberry lip gloss and beer, and she kissed
him back with a fervor that added more fuel to the flames of his
lust. He eased her against the brick wall, trying his best to
protect her head from the impact as he continued to feast on her
luscious lips. Ally fisted her hands in his T-shirt as though she
wanted to tear the cotton apart.

Fuck, yeah.

She moved against him in a sinuous glide
that further highlighted her arousal—and further ignited Leo’s. His
cock strained, doing a damn fine job of sucking all the blood from
his brain. He was going to fuck her right up against the wall if he
didn’t control himself.

He relinquished Ally’s mouth but couldn’t
bring himself to move away from her. The way her body fit so
perfectly with his felt too good. He let out a self-deprecating
laugh. “Christ. Who are you and what have you done to me?”

“
You know me, Leo. I’m
Ally.”

Leo traced the line of her bottom lip, a
gentle curve he could only just make out in the dark. “No last
name?”

She hesitated, and in that
fraction of a heartbeat, Leo sensed a secret being kept. “Not
tonight.”

“
Sound’s fine to me,” Blair
said.

Leo might have pushed Ally
for her last name if Blair hadn’t spoken. But his friend’s
presence, the thick lust in his voice, reminded Leo that Ally’s
last name wasn’t relevant. She was another one-night stand, a girl
whose last name wouldn’t matter tomorrow.

For some reason, the notion
didn’t quite ring true to Leo, but when Blair leaned toward Ally,
Leo moved aside so his friend could take his place. They had to
make sure Ally understood what they wanted, and to be certain she
wanted the same thing.

“
Ally, do you understand
what’s going on here?” Blair asked.

“
My guess is you both want
me. Or one of you wants to watch while the other—”

“
We both want you,” Leo
interjected.

Blair shot a glance his way
in the dark, and Leo sensed the curiosity in it. More often than
not, it was the watching that Leo enjoyed most. It was fascinating
to witness how women tended to swoon and melt and even beg under
Blair’s ministrations. It was like really intense foreplay and
sometimes all Leo had to do to find satisfaction was jack
off.

That wasn’t how things were going to go
tonight, and it was better Blair knew that now. Watching Ally bend
over that pool table, being the recipient of several of her cheeky
smiles, was already more foreplay than he could stand. He wanted to
touch and taste. He wanted to be consumed.

The intensity of his need
might have scared him if he hadn’t been too turned-on to
care.

“
So you know what we’re
offering,” Blair said to Ally as he cupped her jaw and tilted her
head back. “The question is can you handle it?”

In the red neon light cast
by the Sovereign Hotel’s sign, Leo saw Ally’s eyes narrow. A second
later, she had her fist clenched in Blair’s short hair and was
dragging him towards her. Blair groaned as their mouths collided,
his hands going immediately to Ally’s hips. He held her there
against the wall and ground his hips into hers while they attacked
each other’s mouths like a couple of feral animals.

Leo revised his earlier assertion. He did
want to watch, just a little. It was too damn sexy seeing Ally go
at Blair like that, as though she was trying to win something
instead of merely being kissed. He reached down and adjusted
himself inside his jeans. It was no use. He was officially too big
for his britches.

Blair let out at yelp of surprise and
abruptly pulled back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Then he laughed ruefully. “A biter, huh? Looks like we’ve got a
real wild one, Leo. Our very own Ally Cat.”

“
Oops. Didn’t mean to do
that.”

Leo noticed Ally’s lack of apology and
grinned.

“
I like that you got out of
control, Ally Cat,” Blair said. “It means taming you is going to be
that much more fun.”

“
There’s no taming me. Many
have tried.”

“
And none have managed to
stroke you ’til you purr?” Blair asked silkily as he leaned in and
slipped a peremptory hand beneath Ally’s loose-fitting top. Leo
knew the instant Blair touched her breast by the way Ally’s head
dropped against the wall.

“
I bet I can make you purr,
Ally Cat.”

“
So stop talking and prove
it.”

Blair threw back his head and laughed. He
looked at Leo. “I think I like her.”

“
Me too. Let’s get out of
here.” He pointed west. “Our place is six blocks that way. Are you
up for a walk?”

Ally straightened her clothes and winked.
“I’m up for anything.”

It took longer than it
should have to walk through the tree-lined streets toward Blair and
Leo’s house. The guys stopped every half a block to devour Ally’s
mouth, and it was difficult to walk when you were making out. At
one point, Leo pushed her up against a fig tree and pressed his
body to hers, and the telling jut of his erection almost made Ally
beg for him to take her right where they stood. If a car hadn’t
driven by and roused her from her erotic stupor, she might have
done it.

I’m up for
anything.
When she’d said it, she hadn’t
had public sex in mind, but as Leo released her and let her walk
once more, she started to wonder if that was the kind of kink the
men wanted. What had she gotten herself into?
I’m up for anything. Who says something like that?

Not Ally Wachawski, the sweet little sister
of an Ashton Heights firefighter and daughter to a top city cop.
But Ally No Last Name did. That girl did whatever she wanted and
screw the consequences.

What consequences could there be anyway? Leo
and Blair would never find out who her brother was if she didn’t
tell them, so where was the harm in her having a little fun? It
wasn’t ideal that the opportunity to have a three-way with two hot
guys came with the complication that those two men were her
brother’s workmates, but what Corey didn’t know wouldn’t make steam
erupt from his ears.

“
We usually cut through the
park,” Blair explained as he started to turn into a darkened,
grassy area. “Are you right to keep walking in those
shoes?”

Her wedge heels wouldn’t
sink into the grass, so Ally smiled. “I think I can handle
it.”

“
Good, because I don’t want
you to take them off.”

It sounded more like an order than an
off-hand remark. Ally got a mental picture of her bent over a table
wearing nothing but her shoes as Blair fucked her.

Blair glanced at her as they walked into the
park. His gaze was shrewd, as though he’d somehow read her mind.
Ally didn’t have time to work out if he was really that perceptive
or if she was being paranoid before they lost the illumination of
the street lights and Blair’s face was plunged into darkness.

The crescent moon didn’t
cast a lot of light, and for a moment, Ally was disorientated. Leo
caressed her hip reassuringly. “It’s okay. I’ve got
you.”

He certainly did, and Ally
figured he could have her for as long as he liked. Immediately, she
quashed the fanciful thought. This was a one-night stand, not the
beginning of a beautiful relationship. But her resolve trembled
when Leo dipped his head and nuzzled her ear as they walked. Her
knees turned to water and a sigh escaped her mouth.