PLAY ME (7 page)

"I'm ready to go home. I'll call a cab." She started for the phone on the desk.

His hand clamped down over hers. "How about a shower?" His voice was gentle…as warm as her core was frozen.

Luke ruthlessly strapped down his urge to take her, to cover her, to…protect the fragile, brittle creature inside this strong and compelling woman.

He hadn't been looking to get involved, had entered into The Game willfully dispensing with any emotion, grateful as hell to find a woman who only wanted sex, who had no goals beyond getting off as many times as possible.

But somewhere along the way, something had shifted.
 

She'd challenged him at every step, she'd given as good as she got. She'd been fearless in experimenting, in dancing on the edge of danger, had played with abandon. She was valiant as hell, aggravating as the devil, a puzzle, an anomaly to a man who couldn't let any mystery go unsolved…

And, now and again, the shell she'd created cracked, just a little, and he'd gain a glimpse inside. At those moments he'd seen something else, something soft and…vulnerable.

Something that called to him as much as her take-no-prisoners sexuality.

She was ruthless in search of an orgasm. Reckless in the pursuit of a thrill. But somewhere inside her tender core was a woman who'd been hurt, who…suffered. Who fled from the first sign of tenderness. Who feared being weak more than she feared any danger, any foe.

She was a wildcat who would fight to the death to defend that tender core.

But she wasn't the only one who didn't give up. He wanted to understand her. Was determined to know all of her.

God help him. She'd fight him every step of the way.

And if he pushed her anymore right now, she'd run. Yes, he knew where she lived and where she worked, and he could put himself in her path again and again.

But she was beginning to open to him just the merest inch, and if he pushed her too far or too fast, she would slam that shell shut and lock him out for good.

So he'd better chill out and take it easy. Get back to The Game and calm her instinct to flee. "This is one of my offices. A little side interest, this club." He kept his tone carefully away from the tender and went straight for the tempting, which should relax her. "And I happen to have a pretty damn decadent shower. Want to try it out with me?"

She wouldn't meet his gaze for a long moment, her eyes caught on the hand that lay over hers on the phone receiver. Only slowly did she lift them to his, her trepidation clear.

So he smiled, slow and wicked. Lifted his brows in challenge. "It's a real nice shower with all kinds of…nozzles."

Hell, he was turning himself on.

"Maybe." She straightened up, her mask firmly in place, her tongue painting over her scarlet lips. "Why don't you give me a tour, and I'll decide?" She revolved on those icepick boot heels and swayed her ass with every step.

Maybe he was crazy to consider wanting more than this. She was the best fuck, bar none, he'd ever had. Most guys would be in heaven. Wouldn't think beyond getting their rocks off.

He watched her go. Picked up the phone and called downstairs to Adam with quick instructions designed to keep himself from screwing this up.

She turned at the doorway, licking her lips and daring him with a look.

Luke followed, focusing simply on the moment.

The shower would have been sizable even in a luxurious home, but here in an office, it was huge. Chocolate granite with flecks of black, silver and gold, it held six heads that she could see, some of them far below eye level, as though she could walk up to one, spread her legs and…

The man did nothing by halves, did he?
 

She heard his voice, deep and low, speaking into the phone, she supposed. She'd have to wait to tell him how kickass this shower was. She started to open the door to turn on the shower head, but before she could, she heard his voice from behind her.
 

"That switch on the left activates all of them."

She flicked it and watched as all six heads—plus a seventh she hadn't noticed in the ceiling and one that geysered up from the floor in the center—leaped into action.

She shook her head and turned. "That—" She grinned at him. "—is freaking impressive."

He gestured. "Make yourself at home."

"Aren't you coming?"

"I already did." He winked at her, and she couldn't help laughing.
 

"Your loss." She stripped as slowly as she could manage, wanting to taunt him into eagerness.

But it didn't work. He only stood, leaning negligently on the door, arms crossed over that powerful chest. "I'll be there soon. Go on—indulge yourself."

She stepped inside and nearly swooned. The water was silky soft and on the hot side of warm. She could feel every muscle in her body breathe a big sigh and…relax.

Where to start?

As water rained over her breasts and belly, she made for the spout in the far wall. She spread her arms over the granite and leaned back, legs spread.

Water drops pelted her mound. She spread her legs wider and pulsed her hips, rocking in a jungle rhythm as the clever spray anointed tissues still tender from sex yet aching for another round with Sam.

She stepped into the wall, pressing her breasts to the cool granite—

The contrast of ice and heat nearly made her scream.

The room filled with music, and she realized it wasn't in her head but outside it, from speakers she couldn't see. She swiveled her hips side to side taking in the jungle beat stirring her blood, making her so very hungry…

At last the shower door opened. Cool air washed her backside, a compelling contrast to the heat bathing her inner thighs, her sensitive tissues…

"Sam," she moaned. "Take me. Come inside me—"

He neared, and his body heat scorched all along her back, her buttocks, her thighs…

"Not yet," he growled, his big, hard, hot body pressing her against the granite. "Hold still," he ordered.

As if she could move with him pinning her.

His hard shaft pressed between the cheeks of her ass but ever so maddeningly still outside.

"Sam…" Her moan was guttural. She wanted him desperately. Needed him to put out the fire inside her.

"Not…yet…" His hot breath seared her throat.

Then he blindfolded her.

She couldn't help a little gasp.

A rub of her ass over his groin, so thick and hot and hard…

He stepped back. "Don't move."

A whisk of cool air, and he left.

She waited spread-eagled for him to return, wondering what surprises he had in store.

Very soon the door opened again and hands gripped her thighs.

But they weren't Sam's hands, she would swear it. "Wha—"

Before she could get the question out, a face was buried between the cheeks of her ass, spearing her asshole, rimming it, then gliding down to thrust into her pussy.

Her hips started rocking before she could speak.

Whoever this was backed her away from the wall, pulled carefully but insistently at her hips while pushing her head forward and down.

And burying his face between her legs from behind.

Then another body moved in front of her, a hand digging into her hair and pulling her head up.

"Wha—"

Then she had a mouth full of cock.

And something tiny and metallic scraped over the roof of her mouth as he thrust.

Deep.
 

When he withdrew, she dragged her tongue over his shaft and found it. There, just below the head.

A small shaft with rounded ends.

I want that.

I'll get you a pierced dick.

Oh, Sam…

She moved her arms to grasp the shaft—

Hand locked around her wrists, keeping her arms spread wide.

The mouth between her legs bit down on her clit.

Dani bucked and screamed against the penis crowding her throat.

The mouth left suddenly.

A cock replaced it with a fast, hard shove.

Her back arched, even as she thrust her ass in the air, trying to take more of him.

Holy hell, he was thick. Sam was big, but this guy stretched her to the limit. Every inch of her walls was being massaged by this huge dick.

The one in her mouth withdrew suddenly, and the man still inside her turned her, bringing her two steps to the left. His arm banded her beneath her breasts—

The spray from below hit her engorged, stretched pussy—

She went off like a rocket.

But he never stopped pounding into her. Her knees gave way, but he held her in place, groaning as he worked himself inside her, holding her at the waist when she would have collapsed.

A mouth began to lick its way up over her ankle, up the inside of her legs. Then her foot was cradled in one hand, and he licked over her arch, winding up sucking her big toe.

Dani exploded again. Began to fall.

Swiftly, a male form pressed to her front while the one behind her continued his steady strokes.

Sandwiched between two hard bodies, one hard cock pulsing against her belly while another one stroked her pussy and the jet bathed them both—

The man in front of her pressed his cock between her legs, gliding across the one that was thrusting inside her, bestowing friction over her folds, the metal bar nipping at tender tissues and shooting sparks through her body.

The two men clasped each other, sealing her between them until she thought she couldn't breathe.

She reached out blindly. "Sam—"

No answer. The man inside her slid his cock completely out, and began rubbing it over the shaft belong to the man in front of her. The competing friction stimulated her outer lips nearly past bearing, yet with increasing violence, the two men came together, fucking each other as much as her.
 

The crazed longing she felt from them was smothering. She couldn't get a breath. "Sam!" she cried out, desperate to escape.

The door opened. "Beat it," Sam growled.

And grabbed her before she fell. "It's okay, babe. Shh…"

She tore at her blindfold and looked around her.

They stood there..Adam and Tongue Stud, watching her and Sam, hands on each other's shafts, fists tightening. Adam's cock was huge.

And Tongue Stud indeed had his pierced.

"Go." Sam snapped. "Now."

Tongue Stud frowned and started to protest.

"You don't want to screw with him, man." Adam shook his head hard and dragged Tongue Stud out of the room.

Sam gathered her into his arms and sat on the shower seat, holding her close.

"Goddamn it, Dani…no more." His face was stone hard, severe and nearly fearsome.

"What do you mean?"

Muscle jumping in his jaw, he looked away.

When she tried to wriggle from his grasp, he exhaled powerfully."Don't. You'll slip and fall."

"What was that about?"

He inhaled and slowly breathed out. "That was me trying to get back into The Game." His gaze locked on hers. "But I don't want that now, Dani. I want more."

Her breath stalled. "What—oh, no." Sheer possessiveness burned from his eyes. "No. I don't want that." She tried again to get up.

He wouldn't let her.

"Let me go," she warned.

Slowly he began to stroke her, his fingers a light, soothing dance over her skin.

But the emotions it stirred felt like knives flaying her open. If she let it continue, no telling what horrors would spill out. "Sam—"

He brought her face to his, painting a tender melody with his tongue. "Shh…it's okay. Just relax."

But she felt how hard he was trying to back everything down, yet how on edge he was.

She was the same.

"Don't be tender with me," she warned.