King Cobra (Hot Rods) (14 page)

He tipped forward and began to fuck. His powerful thighs flexed as he bent then straightened. The quasi-squat drove him deeper into Fawn with each thrust. Sally was surprised to see he’d closed his eyes when the bounty of their catch’s chest loomed so near.

Instead, he seemed more infatuated with the pressure of Eli’s now-stiff cock riding the crack of his ass.

“Are you going to do me, Cobra?” He glanced over his shoulder.

“What?” Fawn roused from the hood. She levered up onto her shoulders. “Are you guys gay or what? I never heard any rumors about that. Lots of other crazy stuff, but never that.”

Holy shit.
Was she enjoying the lavish attention of these two dream guys or not?

Sally wanted to march out there and slap the cunt. Her voice didn’t even hold a hint of smoke. She’d snapped from her artificial moans the instant the guys didn’t grant her their full interest. Fawn might have even bigger issues than Salome.

Huh
.

Anger crept up inside her, burning her chest, neck and cheeks. The Hot Rods were wasting their effort on this ungrateful cow. Sally would have taken their affection and magnified it. She would have reflected it back, brighter and more focused than they shined it on her.

“Do you want him to fuck you or not?” Eli growled.

“Yeah, yeah.” Fawn collapsed onto the hood again, her hair billowing out from beneath her shoulders. “Harder. Give it to me.”

Sally rolled her eyes.

With Fawn’s attention diverted, Eli continued his subtle flexing. His ass cheeks bunched then relaxed, gliding his cock through the valley of Alanso’s crack as the man began to pick up steam. At the end of the day, it was a physical reaction, especially with Eli triggering illicit pleasure from behind.

Had they done it yet? Had they tried fucking?

It sure had sounded like it this morning. But she knew the guys well enough to know their voices. Even when they turned into guttural shouts and groans.

It had been Eli making the most noise.

What if he’d let Alanso take him?

Sally couldn’t help it. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her pants, rubbing the knot of her engorged clit. Ignoring Fawn, she concentrated on the intersection of Eli’s and Alanso’s bodies. If Eli hadn’t taken him yet…did that mean…

Was Alanso still an anal virgin?

Was Cobra teasing him mercilessly?

It sure would explain the way Al threw his head back, so it rested on Eli’s shoulder and the cording of his neck as he pumped his cock deeper, harder, faster into Fawn.

“Now we’re talking.” She scratched her fire-engine-nails down Alanso’s chest, probably leaving a mark. When she made like she’d repeat the gesture, Eli removed her hands.

Clearly, no one had the right to claim Alanso. No one other than him.

Sally wished she could be appended to that list.

She rubbed circles over her pussy as Eli shuffled closer, nestling his dick against Alanso’s ass tighter so the man had to be imagining what it would feel like to be stretched wide and welcoming his boss deep.

Hell, Sally was. Wondering both what it would be like to see Alanso taken and to experience the rush herself as a third in their exchange. A gasp left her lips when the idea alone triggered a clenching of her internal muscles. No one seemed to notice.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep quiet.

Alanso made no such effort.

He grunted so loud the guys upstairs probably heard. Except they’d assume he was fucking Eli down here, not some cheap date.

Okay, so part of her knew she was being unfair to Fawn. The woman wasn’t doing anything wrong. But it wasn’t like they even cared for her. Not like the girls they sometimes laughed with or found interesting for a week or two. Yet she didn’t seem to care.

If Sally were to be offered the chance to switch places with the woman right now, she wasn’t sure she’d do it. She had to have both. Their carnal hunger
and
their affection. Neither of which seemed likely.

So instead she focused on what real caring she could see.

Eli continued to love Alanso from behind. Gentle, steady and thorough—he combined his subtle rocking with the counterpoint of Alanso’s thrusting hips. Together they worked the system to deliver what they both needed.

In fact, Eli began to flush. His cheeks grew ruddy, like they were when he came in from a long run. His respiration emulated those early-morning post-workouts too. His chest met Alanso’s back on each ragged inhalation. The contact seemed to rev them both higher.

Fawn began to chant, “I’m close.”

The men let her derive whatever pleasure she could from their presence, but they seemed intent on each other too. More so, if Sally was being honest. Poor Fawn. Eli’s hands migrated to Alanso’s waist and gripped him tight. The white-knuckled clasp proclaimed his desperation and shot sparkles of arousal through Sally’s veins as if champagne bubbled there instead of blood.

She wanted to witness Cobra surrender his legendary control.

Just this once.

Please.

Alanso held on with Herculean effort. His jaw clenched as he kept fucking and fucking—both Fawn when he drove forward and Eli when he put it in reverse. She would have sworn he did it for Cobra. If it weren’t for his best friend, he’d have come already and gotten his quick relief. At least his misery seemed to have morphed into something easier to handle for the moment.

A few more passes of Alanso’s toned ass over the full-length of Eli’s impressive hard-on and Sally couldn’t believe her eyes. Cobra stiffened. He dipped his head enough to bite into the nape of Alanso’s neck like a dog securing its mate.

The mouthful of muscle also kept him from shouting and alerting Fawn to their game. With her eyes closed, absorbing the impact of Alanso’s ramming hips, the woman on the car missed everything special about the encounter.

From this angle, Sally had all the good stuff to herself.

She beamed. Her fingers moved faster, tracing her slit and playing with her clit. She knew what was coming and she had to share it with them. For tonight only. And every night after in her dreams. Because she would never be able to wipe this from her memory.

Recalling the bond between the two men would be enough to fill her fantasies forever.

Her eyes dried out as she refused to blink, afraid to skip a millisecond of the impromptu peep show lest her arousal stop building along with theirs.

No need to worry.

The instant Eli erupted, splattering Alanso’s lower back with a puddle of come, she mimicked him. Her body launched into an epic orgasm that seemed to match his in intensity. Every time he spasmed, launching another shot of cream across Alanso’s glistening skin, she clenched too.

Orgasm exploded through her, making her see stars. She leaned against the doorjamb to stay upright and covered her mouth with her free hand to keep from alerting them to her presence. Eli’s pleasure seemed to go on as long as hers did.

The amount of semen he painted across Alanso impressed her.

Until she began to float down from the high and realized she’d crashed their party.

Horror infiltrated her relief. Guilt ate at her consciousness. Fully engrossed in their play, they wouldn’t notice her if she stuck to the shadows she bet. Hell, they hadn’t spotted her as more than a friend in the decade they’d lived together. She might as well be invisible.

Sally withdrew her hand, her body still humming. She took a deep breath, then snuck from her hideout, clinging close to the wall as she fled the scene of her crimes. It would have been impossible to stand there and watch them finish. To witness them give everything she wanted to some animal who didn’t adore them for anything more than the size of their cocks or their handsome faces or the attention they’d give in exchange for basic relief.

Cool night air splashed her face and doused some of the flames they’d inspired. Ice froze her heart. The door might have made some noise as it shut behind her but she figured they wouldn’t notice just now. When she raced upstairs, she didn’t stop to answer the guys who called to her from the couch, where they watched some action flick.

The sound of explosions covered her sobs.

It also masked the echoes of her name on Alanso’s lips as he overflowed the garage with his cries of completion, royally pissing off Fawn.

Even if it weren’t for the sound effects of the Hot Rods entertainment, the shattering of Sally’s heart deafened her.

Chapter Eleven

“I’m so glad your kids get you up at the asscrack of dawn.” Alanso smiled and waved to the babies Joe and Mike held. “Plus the time difference between us helps.”

“Why aren’t you guys in bed yet?” Morgan wanted to know. She sat between the men and alternated entertaining each of their children. “Rough night?”

“You could say that. We fucked up.” Eli let his head fall back and thump into the dark wood of Alanso’s bed.

“No kidding.” Joe laughed. “You should have done this months ago.”

“Well, yeah, there’s that. Mistake
número uno
.” Alanso shook his head. They sat shoulder to shoulder in his room, videochatting with various members of the crew.

This was pretty cool. To see them and talk to them. It made Eli feel less far away from his distant family and the guys who’d become extended members by default.

No wonder Alanso had been addicted to this thing lately. He always had been the smarter of them when it came to people. Emotions.

Hopefully he could figure out a way to go forward. They needed direction.

“Don’t let them bully you.” Kate popped onto the screen as she snuggled into her husband’s grasp. Mike sat with Joe, not unlike Alanso and Eli. Except their warmth and happiness was undeniable. The two little babies the muscular guys held attested to the strength of their love and its ability to grow.

Nathan and Abby cooed at each other, their miniature hands seeking their pal with clumsy swipes. Alanso noticed too. “Damn, they’re BFFs already, aren’t they?”

Kate giggled as she finger-combed Abby’s hair. “Yeah. If we take one out of the room the other will bawl until we bring them back together.”

“It’s not pretty.” The wry grin on Joe’s face declared he didn’t mind so much. “They’re assuming control over here. Not even a year old and they have every last one of their aunts and uncles wrapped around their fingers.”

Eli wiggled his own fingers when Nathan glanced his way. He smiled at the wide-eyed fascination in the little guy’s gaze. “This one included.”

“Then maybe you’ll come see him in person sometime soon?” Morgan fit just right in the gap between her husband and Mike.

“If I can find the time. Business is doing great. Lots of work.” Pride filled him. Even in tough times for luxuries, their clientele never slimmed. They did good work and people knew it. Customers came from several counties away to have Hot Rods attend to their babies.

Only the best.

“I was kind of wondering.” Mike hesitated. As the foreman of the crew, he and Eli had always had plenty in common. “Wasn’t sure about that since you could spare Mustang Sally for a few weeks.”

“What?” Eli cocked his head.

“Uh-oh.” Joe poked his crewmate in the side. “I don’t think she’s told him about her vacation yet.”

“Look, King Cobra.” Morgan always loved to use their nicknames. “She said she had time coming and she never gets to hang out with other women. Please don’t harass her. Let us take her shopping and spoil her and…talk to her.”

“What’s all this about?” Alanso leaned in closer, scrutinizing their expressions. “When did she tell you she was coming?”

“Honestly,
we
told
her
.” Kate sat up straighter, daring them to say one word. “Something’s wrong. It’s obvious. Just when we’ve got you two straightened out. Now Sally.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Eli didn’t like the unease infiltrating his gut.

“She called earlier.” Morgan looked at something off screen so she didn’t have to meet their horrified stares. “It was obvious she was upset. She didn’t say why, but I can guess.”

“It’s our fault.” Alanso sagged. “Do you think she’s grossed out by me and Eli? Will it bother her to live with us now?”

“I think you’re
still
fucking this up,” Mike barked. He didn’t often lose his temper. The babies fussed a little and he melted immediately. He kissed Abby on the forehead and hugged her tight to his chest.

“Stop talking in code.” Eli couldn’t take much more of this.

“I don’t think Sally’s offended by your relationship. I think she’s crushed you left her out.” Kate spoke softer, “I know you didn’t do it on purpose but something…somehow…”

“It was very obvious,” Morgan confirmed her best friend’s observation. “She’s had her heart broken.”

“Then let’s go find her. Talk to her. Cobra, we can’t let her leave. Not after tonight—”

“Fuck!”

“
Joder!
”

They cursed simultaneously, if in two different languages.

“It didn’t take long for you to start thinking in each other’s brains.” Mike laughed. “But maybe you want to clue us in.”