Mustang Sally (7 page)

“Enough.” Eli stood. He reached out and gathered both Alanso and Sally to his chest. “We all hurt each other in some way. I’d do anything to score a do-over on this. Life doesn’t work like that. So all I can offer are my apologies. To you both. For not protecting you. And swear that I’ll do better in the future. I can also promise that I won’t be touching Fawn or anyone but you two either. I can’t lose you. Either of you.”

Sally gulped. No use in stopping short now. “What about the rest of the Hot Rods?”

“What about them?” He stepped carefully.

“What if I want something like the crew has?” She peeked at Alanso from where she rested on Eli’s T-shirt-draped pectoral. From here, they stared directly into each other’s eyes.

The delicious chocolate of his gaze warmed at her question. Was he with her on this too? Was it fair for her to ask when she’d ripped them new ones for fucking someone else?

“I’ll try my best to give you anything you’d like.” Eli’s response came slowly, as if he weighed every word. “It’s still a ton to process. Don’t you think? Why don’t we focus on here and now without getting ahead of ourselves?”

She nodded. After all, hadn’t she bargained identically with herself? Talk to the guys first, clear up her past as soon as possible after. One step at a time. “It’s just hard not to visualize the big picture. I don’t want to sign up for something then realize later I wasn’t clear.”

“How about this for clarification?” Eli held his partners out at arm’s length. He gazed first at Alanso then at Sally. “I, Eli London, am madly in love with both you and you. The kind of magic thing that my parents had. The kind that lasts forever. I know what that looks like and I feel it for you. For so long it’s worried me. I couldn’t figure out how to show you without pushing one or the other of you away. Until Joe and the crew proved to us how crazy shit
can
work with the right people. And Alanso seemed onboard. I just…I can’t believe it’s like this. That you guys need what I do too.”

“It’s true,
cabrón
. And if you would have listened to me months ago we could have worked this from our systems by now.” Al licked his lips. “Gotten all the kinks out.”

“I admit I fucked up too. Worst of all. But I highly doubt we’re going to ever get this out of our systems. And the kinkier the better.” Eli broke. He swooped Sally into his arms, making her squeal as he tossed her onto the bed.

Chapter Five

Before she’d finished bouncing, the two guys descended on her like dogs fighting for a bone. Eli. Alanso. Both. They drooled over her. Thank God.

Their intensity impressed her when they crawled above her and dropped down low, each working some article of clothing free of her body. When Eli whipped her shirt over her head, her arms got stuck.

For a split second, she lost her breath. She couldn’t get away now even if she wanted to.

“Hang on,” Eli ordered Alanso, noticing her plight immediately. “Slow up.”

Sally shook her head, wriggling until he divested her of the entrapping top. “Sorry. Not ready for bondage yet. Actually, that one might be on my never list.”

She laughed, but Cobra didn’t mimic her smile.

“If it’s too much, you tell us.” He paused both his speech and his advances. “We’ve had a while to get used to how powerful this is. And I can already tell it’s going to be better with you. But it’s extreme. We know it is.”

“It’s not that.” She sighed. Their pity wasn’t what she craved. “For a second there I remembered stories I heard growing up. You know, of girls being forced on their wedding nights while their husband’s friends got to watch or helped brainwash them into accepting the polygamous culture.”

“
Mierda
.” Alanso drew up so fast he nearly flew off the edge of the bed.

Eli grabbed him by the biceps and kept him on their oasis. “Is that how we’re making you feel? Forced? Persuaded?”

“No.” She scrunched her eyes closed.

“How can this be what you want?” Alanso sighed.

“It’s different with you. And the crew too.” She shrugged. “That wasn’t what spooked me. After weeks of sadness, I went from furious to horny in a snap. Well, maybe that was there all along in layers. But you turned it around on me. I can’t blame you for the decisions you made. And I need you. So badly. It frightened me for a second, that’s all. You’re both so…big…and strong.”

“You’ve had boyfriends before.” Eli stalled, as if he struggled to understand. He froze, schooling his features into a serene mask. “Please tell me you’re not a virgin.”

She snorted. “Hell no. I’m skittish, not a saint.”

“Her dates
were
a bunch of real weenies.” Alanso shrugged at Eli.

King Cobra nodded. “It’s starting to make sense, though. I can see where they would have been completely non-threatening to our Mustang. You could have kicked their asses with one hand behind your back. Especially that last guy. Blake?”

“I mean, who the fuck wears a sweater vest anyway?” Alanso shook his head.

“Bryce has a couple in his closet.” Sally didn’t deny her taste in men had been…tame. “Even Kaige has one.”

“Uh, yeah, no. His is badass. It has skulls and flames on it. Plus, it lets all his tattoos show. Not the same at all as those diamondy kind.” The bald guy had her chuckling, the last of her instinctive flinch receding.

“The pattern is called argyle.” She couldn’t help but fill him in.

“Whatever.” He sank forward again. “They’re butt-ugly. And lame. Not anything like the girl I know.”

“She’s cool enough to score a Hot Rod or two.” Eli grinned as he returned, giving her more space but proceeding to slither his hands beneath her body and unhook her bra. “Forget being one of many unloved possessions, like her moms. Our girl can have as many men as she wants to wrap around her little finger.”

Seven
, her mind cheered.

“Two sounds like plenty tonight.” She smiled as she contorted her shoulders, dropping the straps of her bra from them. Then she shrugged, brushing Eli’s hands away to ensure the scrap of lace draped over her chest didn’t reveal the goods just yet.

In the meantime, Alanso unfastened her jeans and drew down the zipper. She shivered when Eli pressed open-mouthed kisses low on her belly, across the V of skin his friend exposed for their enjoyment. As Cobra distracted her from any potential shyness, with flicks of his tongue that made her think he’d been aptly named, Alanso walked tight denim over her hips then down her thighs and finally off her completely.

His groan surprised her. When she peeked up, the Cuban hottie rubbed himself through his own ripped and grease-stained pants. “You’re perfect,
mi corazón
.”

“Does he always let this much Spanish slip out when you’re getting it on?” She shifted her attention to Eli.

“Hell yeah. Sexy, isn’t it?” Cobra rubbed his thumb back and forth across her lips. “And don’t try to change the subject. He’s right. You’re gorgeous.”

She laughed. “I’m hardly a starlet. Same ol’ Mustang.”

For the first time in her life, she wished she were a little more feminine. Softer. But the bold slashes of color in her tattoos and her obsession with piercings were part of who she was. Apparently the guys appreciated her style.

Eli touched the heated metal decorating her skin. The spike below her lower lip was the first he traced reverently. Then the hoop in her brow and the tiny diamond on the side of her nose. “I’ve always thought these were so pretty on you. You made them seem delicate, yet tough, like you.”

“But this…” Alanso twirled the rhinestone in her belly. “Has always made me want to lick it.”

“Not about to stop you.” She arched her spine, offering him a taste.

“Except I think I’m going to find something I want to play with more beneath this ridiculous excuse for a pair of undies.” Alanso snapped the elastic of the thin strap against her hipbone.

“Why don’t you find out?” Eli directed the stockier guy.

“You ready?” Alanso checked with her. “If I take these off, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from tasting you.”

“Same goes for this bra.” Cobra pried the edge of the cups from her grasp. “It’s got to go.”

Sally couldn’t moisten her tongue enough to verbalize her response. Instead, she gave a curt nod. Work-roughed hands caressed her skin as they removed the last vestiges of her modesty.

It felt odd to be naked, or nearly so, with them. And yet, it seemed natural. Why shouldn’t they see her body when they already knew the rest of her?

Slowly enough to drive her mad, Eli peeled the bra from her chest and tossed it aside. It draped over the bedside lamp, adding sultry shadows to the space.

The hoops in her nipples matched the ones in her labia.

Both Eli and Alanso offered up a small oath. Cobra plucked at the tips of her breasts, teasing the rapidly tightening flesh into rock-hard peaks while their lover toyed with the jewelry between her legs. She couldn’t help but spread for him, granting him better access.

Their stares roved over every inch of her exposed body, making her wish they were displayed as prominently for her inspection. It was weird to know them so well yet, in this way, not at all. Strangers and best friends. Excitement mixed with nervousness made her long to hold them close. Soaking in their adoration was pretty great too, though.

“Holy shit, you’re tan. You must have laid out every day.” Alanso admired her golden skin. “You’re almost as dark as me,
chica
.”

“And no lines.” Eli frowned. “Where the hell are your tan lines?”

“Well, you see, in order to get those you have to have worn clothes.” She grinned at his dilating pupils.

“You were roaming around like this in front of the crew?” The muscle in his cheek twitched. “The wives only, right?”

She shook her head. Let him be jealous. Served him right for the Fawn incident.

“The guys saw all this? Even my cousin, Joe? Before me?”

“Yep.” She nodded. “Bare Natural
is
a naturist resort, you know?”

Alanso stared at her. “
Mierda!
You went naked? Like they do?”

“Did you fuck the crew too?” Eli was too still to be as relaxed as he pretended.

“It wouldn’t really be your concern if I had. Would it?”

He looked away then back, and shook his head as if digesting a bitter dose of medicine. “Nope, I guess not. Considering you took off before I could make it
our
concern.”

Good enough, she’d accept that. She didn’t care to mislead him. “Whatever. I’ve been a part of this garage for almost a dozen years. You had plenty of chances. But no, unlike you dickheads, I don’t bang people for the sake of a quick scratch.”

“If it makes you feel better, the sex with Bambi sucked.” Alanso groaned when she didn’t crack a smile. “Even before the part where I got backhanded.”

Sally blinked. “I still can’t believe that bitch hit you. If I ever catch her too-much-makeup face around, she won’t like what happens next.”

“I’m kind of glad you didn’t see that part.” He hung his head.

“Or the ungraceful exit she made after Alanso dropped her on her ass on the garage floor when he staggered backward.” Eli filled in the gaps.

“You didn’t!” Salome couldn’t help but laugh. She clasped her middle and rolled side to side as a flood of relieved joy spread through her. It wasn’t Fawn’s fault for fucking the two sexy guys. Disrespecting the bond between them was another matter.

“Well, not on purpose. But yeah, I did,
puta.
” His wry smile belied the curse. “If you’d hung around just another minute or two, I’d have embarrassed myself more. It would have been worth it if maybe we wouldn’t have had to miss you so bad. Please, don’t leave us again.”

Eli’s jaw set so tight he risked cracking a tooth. She should have considered the impact her defection, even a temporary one, would have on him. His cheek was slightly rough beneath her fingers.

“I won’t. And I’m sorry too. I should have been stronger. Hell, I should have stomped out there and run that hussy off so I could have taken her place.” She smiled at the groan they both offered in response to that idea. “I was afraid too. I still am, a little. So could you guys please get naked already? Being the only one flashing all the goods is a little nerve-racking.”

Eli’s smile touched her hand. He angled his cheek to kiss her palm. When she glanced from him to Alanso, the engine tuner had already stripped to the waist. His gorgeous chest and the tattoos covering it made her mouth water. Not to mention his own nipple piercings. His barbells had always tempted her to flick them and see if they felt as good as hers did. He struggled a little with his fly, given the bulge behind it, which strained the fabric.

When he finally freed his cock, no underwear beneath his jeans today, his face went slack with relief. “You’ll be lucky if I’m not permanently bent from hours of being trapped like that.”

“Come here so I can kiss it and make it better.” She held out her hand to him.

He kicked his jeans off and crawled closer to her head.

“Not too much.” He hesitated outside her grasp. “I don’t want to finish before we really get this party started.”

“I think that could be a benefit of having sex with several guys.” She wished it didn’t sound as if she’d spent a zillion hours thinking about this, but even that was probably only half as much as she actually had obsessed about the possibilities. “I can please you. Let you be a little selfish. And there’s still plenty more to come.”

“Literally.” Eli laughed.

“No, seriously.” She knew that was a bit of a ridiculous request given her position flat on her back with her hand reaching and wrapping around Alanso’s cock for the first time. God, he felt fine. Hard and smooth. Thick.

Nothing awkward about the way he fit in her palm.

Alanso uttered something reverent before his head dropped back and he leaned into her grasp.

“I’m waiting…” Cobra’s smile tipped up on one side as she struggled to keep her thoughts in order when they distorted all her attention to them.

“Uh, right.” What had she been about to say? “Oh! Yeah, I mean, sometimes giving a guy a great blowjob is sort of like shooting yourself in the foot if you want to get fucked worth a damn.”