Something Sinful This Way Comes [McQueen Was My Valley 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (19 page)

“Get on your feet, you sweet little thing.” It was easy to reach around and swat Julian loudly on the ass, and Julian’s eyes widened in surprise. A thrill went up and down Nathan’s spine to finally be back in the driver’s seat, controlling the action.

“
Damn
,” whispered Julian, and obeyed like a shot.

He stood behind Xandra and even laced his fingers together at the back of his neck. He looked down at Nathan, watching him fucking Xandra’s mouth, the corners of his mouth curled up in an expectant smile.

Julian obviously expected a good blow job, a sucking like he’d given Nathan in the shower.
Well, he’s never been sucked by Nathan Horowitz before
. Nathan viciously unbuckled Julian’s belt, snarling, “You rat bastard. You think I can’t take control of you, of Xandra?” He swept his hand over Julian’s pubic bone to wrap his fist around the dark, throbbing prick.

“I didn’t say that,” Julian said seductively.

Nathan brought the long dick out into the open. Julian even half-closed his eyes and tilted his head back in anticipation of a good cocksucking. Instead, Nathan gripped Julian’s naked hip and yanked him toward him so he could slap the creamy ass some more. “You’re just a spoiled asshole, aren’t you?”
Smack.
He really whacked him, too, instantly leaving red handprints on the shapely globe. Julian hissed in air but kept his fingers twined together behind his neck. “You think every person near you is going to give you a good cocksucking.”
Smack.
“You know you’re a stunning guy with high cheekbones. You’re just an arrogant asshole.”

This time he smacked the erect cock while holding it tight in his fist, and Julian’s eyes popped open in surprise and more than a bit of pain, Nathan thought with satisfaction. So he slapped the erection again.

“
Christ
,” hissed Julian, although he made no move to stop Nathan.

Xandra, meanwhile, had detached her mouth from Nathan’s groin. Hands-free, she struggled to sit up straight. “Ooh,” she marveled. “You two men are such animals.”

Again Nathan spanked the reddened dick. It was thrilling and oddly satisfying to hear the sharp crack of his palm against the veined girth of the Navajo’s penis. The slapping was bringing all the blood and semen rushing to the surface of the prick, and Nathan knew Julian wouldn’t last long. “You get whatever you want. That’s what you’re used to. You got me.”
Smack
. “You got my cock.”
Smack
.

Julian’s upper lip lifted in a snarl. “I haven’t gotten your mouth yet, you bastard. Tell me. Just say it. Tell me you don’t want to suck my cock, Nathan.”

“You can’t say it, can you?” Xandra’s small, girlish voice irritated Nathan. “You can’t say it because it’s not true.”

Nathan gripped his girlfriend by the shoulder and pressed her back down into the couch. “You concentrate on my cock,” he ordered, and in one motion he had swallowed Julian’s dick right down to the pubic bone.

Julian groaned, so low and deep Nathan could feel it vibrating in his abdomen. When Nathan squiggled his tongue expertly all along the underside of Julian’s pulsating cock, Julian clapped a palm to the back of Nathan’s neck to encourage him. Nathan worked his jaws and tongue without pulling his lips back from the pubic bone, and Julian uttered one long moan. This was as close as Nathan had ever come to dominating Julian, and all the old techniques and talents were rushing back to him.

When Nathan finally began to suck in earnest, bobbing his head up and down the length of the prick, Julian let loose an enormous sigh, as though he’d been holding his breath. “Good God. That’s it. Don’t stop. Keep sucking. Suck my dick.”

Nathan had no intention of stopping and Julian knew it. So in a way, Nathan was
still
Julian’s obedient slave. Only this time, Nathan was taking charge. He was taking what he wanted without regard for anyone else’s pain or pleasure. It pleased
him
to suck that long dick down his throat. It pleased
him
to fuck Xandra’s hot little mouth, smashing her poor torso into the sweaty leather couch cushion. Nathan grunted and snorted like a pig at the trough because it aroused
him
, suctioning that long pulsating tool in and out until his mouth was flooded with hot jets of semen.

Julian came so explosively, strangling on his own cries, that Nathan struggled to swallow it all. He didn’t want Julian to become even more arrogant than he already was, full of knowledge that he came in buckets, so Nathan manfully gulped away.

He pinned Xandra to the couch with the force of his own orgasm. She was a wonderful cocksucker, especially without the benefit of hands—or even without the view of the two men to fire her up. A flood of relief spurted from Nathan’s cock, and he choked the poor girl with his juices.

Nathan gave one last superhuman swallow, and detached his mouth from Julian’s cock. He wasn’t enough of a sadist to slap it now, and when he released Julian’s hips, his lover staggered back a few steps, panting with the release.

Nathan got to his feet too, but felt so weak he immediately fell to the couch next to Xandra. Taking pity on her, Nathan slid the silk tie from her skull, and they grinned weakly at each other.

She uttered innocently, “I love the both of you. Don’t ever leave.”

His heart nearly stopped. The grin fell from his face, and even Julian stopped staggering to gaze wide-eyed at the guileless woman. Julian looked like an idiot with his cock swaying at half-mast like that, but probably no more idiotic than Nathan.

Their shock must have been plain, for Xandra looked from one man to the next. “What? What did I say wrong?” Her steely eyes were perfect
O
s of virtue. “What, what? I just said I love you. Jeez. You’d think I made a secret porn video of you, or lost all your money in the stock market. Nathan, jeez. Untie these handcuffs.”

Xandra was stunned when both men gaped at her.

All right, maybe it wasn’t the best way to say the L word.
Give me a break! I’m only admitting human feelings. They could at least act warmly toward me. Make a drink. Say something!

In fact, they gaped so long that Xandra made a move to get off the couch.
Screw this.

It was Julian who was the first to rush forward. He practically flung himself over the back of the couch, taking her shoulders in his hands, his eyes shining with what she hoped was joy. “Xandra! I love you, too, sweetheart. Of course I do.” He kissed her tenderly, his full lips soft against hers.

Xandra kissed him back more hungrily than normal, perhaps to rile Nathan. Julian was even kind enough to untie the leopard skin handcuffs, releasing her aching arms so she could feel his lovely, flawless face.

“I’m glad,” she whispered against his lips.

“Why would I ever leave?” he murmured, and kissed her again.

Xandra slithered her fingers into his messy ponytail to caress his sweaty skull, and that’s when Nathan stood in a huff, muttering some expletives under his breath. “
Ibn himar
…” Xandra and Julian pulled apart and watched with curiosity as Nathan went to the sideboard and poured a glass of some sort of booze. He stalked to the sliding glass door that led to the deck, all eyes on his exquisitely rounded ass. He slammed the slider behind him, which seemed to break the spell.

Julian said, “You should go to him. He loves you, Xandra. I know he does. He’s just…Nathan. You know.”

Xandra sighed. “I know. He’s a goddamned
mercenary
, Julian. How’s he supposed to deal with love?”

She stood, smoothed down her pink gown, and steeled her shoulders.

Out on the deck, Nathan paced. He hadn’t turned on the outdoor light, and she could barely make out his glowering face in the dim light from the cabin. “Nathan. I’m sorry I said what I said. It just came bursting out of me. I was so overwhelmed by emotion.”

Nathan stopped pacing for a brief second, but only to shoot her a thankless look. He kept on prowling like a caged cat. “You said what you felt. Nothing wrong with that. It’s me who has the problem.”

Dear Lord
. “Because you don’t love me? That’s not a problem, Nathan. It’s just how you feel.”

Nathan stood still in earnest now, piercing her with his iceberg eyes. “No. Because I
do
love you. That’s the damned problem, Xandra. I don’t
want
to love you, but I do. You’ve affected me in deep, irretrievable ways. There’s no going back for me.
I. Love. You.
” Shaking his head rapidly as though to rid it of cobwebs, he resumed his pacing.

Oh, thank the Lord. He loves me
. Xandra’s relief washed over her so swiftly she almost had to sit down. She would have been permanently mortified if Nathan had not returned her feelings. “Then what’s so bad about that, Nathan? Is it because you want to return to Africa? Go back to your company?”

“No. Yes.
No
!” Nathan stood stock-still again. “I do
not
want to return to Africa. That life is over, Xandra. Rory’s death was…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “The final straw.”

“Yes,” she said tentatively. “That’s not the sort of life you can sustain for long, is it?”

He exhaled with seeming relief that she understood. “
Yes
. Right.” His look was sincere now. “I’m forty, Xandra. How much longer can I keep flying recon missions into a humid, sweltering, malaria-infested jungle?”

“Or being shot
down
over the malaria-infested jungle?” Xandra pointed out.

Nathan smeared his face with his hand. “Xandra, my partner and lover
died
out there. I know, I know. This is part and parcel of the job, and it’s happened to me many times before. This time was different, maybe because I’m older or maybe because…”

“You loved him?” Xandra suggested.

Nathan exhaled heavily. “Something like that.” He seemed to think, then managed a small smile and came toward Xandra. He stroked her under the chin like a cat, and his intelligent arctic eyes sparkled. “I know that I love you, Xandra. I’m not going anywhere either. I started out pretending to be a fisherman to avoid questions, but the more I thought about it, the more ideal it seemed. Julian might be faster to leap to proclaim his love. He’s more accustomed to sappy feelings—not as hardened or bitter. But I’ll venture to guess that my love is deeper, more everlasting.”

Xandra was reeling with emotions. Ten people inside of her clamored to speak, and she didn’t know what to say first. “I know. I know you love me, Nathan. And it’s not just because I was a damsel in distress.”

Nathan laughed fully now, a beautiful sight in such a forceful brute. “All right. It started out that way. But truly, Xandra. I came to love your vivacious spirit just as much as your luscious ass and…” He faded out now, thoughtfully. “Your scent of limes.”

Xandra watched Nathan’s normally intensely focused eyes soften, and she touched the tip of her nose to his. “I love your luscious ass, too, Nathan,” she whispered. “But it’s the whole of you that really gets to me.”

They meditated for a few moments, just touching their noses together and breathing in each other’s scent.

Julian ruined the moment by whipping open the sliding glass door and asking, “Hey, are you doing that steeple jump tomorrow? You want to do it before your D.C. friend gets here. Don’t we need to get your rig together? Your flying squirrel suit?”

Xandra pulled back in horror. “What does he mean? What flying squirrel suit?”

Nathan chuckled. “My wing suit. It’s just a…oh, you’ll see.”

A claw of terror gripped Xandra’s chest. “
I’ll
see? What am I supposed to see?” She pulled back and addressed Julian. “What am I supposed to see? Do you expect me to stand there and
watch
Nathan leap off a cliff without even the benefit of a parachute?”

Nathan said calmly, “I have a parachute, Xandra.” He turned to Julian. “Can you check the National Weather Service, see what the forecast is for wind? I noticed a ravine where a crosswind could take me if it’s over four miles per hour.”

“What kind of canopy you got?” Julian asked.

“I’ve got a two hundred forty square foot—”

“
What am I seeing, Nathan
?” Xandra was practically shrill with terror by now. “I’m not watching you jump! I’m staying here at the lodge pounding Jell-O shots until you get safely back!”

The reality of his jump hadn’t set in to Xandra’s consciousness yet. Up until now, she’d imagined it was a boyish sort of thing her two men engaged in—an excuse to be hiking up a pinnacle, or giving each other hand jobs inside some clandestine gorge. They were both athletic, outdoorsy men. Xandra had imagined they just liked to talk about BASE jumping because it was a macho pastime. She never thought they’d actually
do
it.

Nathan took Xandra by the shoulders. He bent at the knees so he could look her directly in the eye. “I’m not
dying
, Xandra. I’ve done this hundreds of times.”