Tequila Sunrise (Last Call #3) (6 page)
Eve had forgotten all of the deeply reasoned
justifications for why she was here, crawling into her boyfriend’s
lap while a strange man watched. Her legs trembled as her knees hit
the bed on either side of Kieran’s hips. She clutched at his
shoulders and lifted her body, so hungry for him that she
whimpered. “Help me, please.”
Kieran growled and gripped her hips, lifting
her until he could thrust his cock into her pussy. Then he lay back
with a groan, bringing her with him. “It’s going to feel so fucking
good when you come, love.”
“
I’m going to ride you,”
she whispered, bracing her hands on either side of his head. “And
you’re going to watch Zack ride me.”
Zack stepped up, his slick hands massaging
her ass. The head of his cock was bigger than the vibrator had
been, and he hissed in a breath. “Stop me or tell me to slow down
or something --”
“
I can take it.” She curled
her hands in the blanket and ground down against Kieran until the
base of his shaft rubbed against her clit. The pleasure shook
through her body, making it easy to rock back and force Zack
deeper. She wanted this, wanted to be overwhelmed and ridden, fast
and maybe a little too hard.
When Zack didn’t thrust all the
way into her she growled and whipped her head around, not bothering
to stop the giddy flood of power that spilled from her along with
her challenging words. “I can take anything you can give me,
so
fuck
me
already.”
He tugged her head back with a low growl and
slapped her ass with his other hand. “If you ask nicely.”
She groaned as heat spread through her,
illicit and all the better for it. “Should I ask nicely,
Kieran?”
He gritted his teeth and arched a little,
his eyes gleaming. “I think you should beg, Eve.”
Begging was on the schedule, but
Eve had no intention of giving in so soon. Zack needed the
challenge, the triumph, as much as she needed the chance to
surrender. “I think he should
make
me beg.”
A heartbeat passed, and Zack thrust into her
-- hard. The brief discomfort gave way to pleasure when his hips
pushed her down against Kieran again, who lifted a hand to pinch
her nipple lightly.
She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut. “Fuck
me, Zack. Fuck us.”
She’d have bruises from the way he gripped
her hips, but she didn’t care, especially when he and Kieran began
to move against her, back and forth, a rocking grind that had her
digging her teeth into her lip.
Kieran shook and moaned. “You’re beautiful,
Eve. You feel so good.”
“
So do you,” she panted,
forcing her eyes open again. She stared down at Kieran, her gaze
caressing the familiar planes of his face as the pleasure twisted
tighter. “I needed this so bad, baby. I needed…”
“
I know,” he choked. “Me
too, love.”
Zack leaned over her and bit the back of her
shoulder. “You’re both fucking hot.”
Her head slammed back into Zack’s shoulder
and she cried out, the last shreds of concentration lost in primal
pleasure. She was surrounded by the strong, masculine scent of male
wolves and the feeling of their power; a gentle warmth from Kieran
that steadied her against the blaze of Zack’s strength.
The contrasting sensations were the best
part. Kieran’s gentle hands on her body, coaxing as he rocked up
into her. Zack’s firm grip on her hair as he pulled her head back
and bit her again, demanding her surrender. They’d found some sort
of rocking rhythm, Zack pushing into her ass with firm thrusts that
forced her down into Kieran’s grinding advances. It was slow and
intense, and Eve knew that when she came, it would be hard and long
and so good she might not be able to take it.
And she loved every second of it.
Zack reached past her to grab Kieran’s hair,
dragging his head back to bare the strong line of his throat. “Bite
him, Eve,” he whispered hoarsely. “Make him come.”
She whimpered and licked the
pounding pulse in Kieran’s throat. “Mine.
Mine
.” Her teeth closed on his skin and
satisfaction rose up, pushing her over the edge.
He bucked up, thrusting hard and gritting
his teeth as he came, his cock pulsing inside her. She released
Kieran long enough to scream as climax tore through her, then set
her teeth in his shoulder again.
Zack slammed into her as he came, a
tortured groan spilling out of him. His nails bit into her hip, and
the other hand pulled Kieran’s hair hard enough to jerk his head to
one side. Zack’s hips pressed her down, ground her clit against
Kieran until she came again, wild enough that her toes curled and
the quilt under her hands gave way with a sharp rip. Her body
tightened, clenching around the cocks that filled her until both
men groaned in unison.
Zack rolled away, bringing both Eve and
Kieran onto their sides, and they collapsed in a heap on the bed,
panting and still shuddering. Eve curled her arms around Kieran’s
body and pulled him closer as she relaxed back against Zack’s solid
form. She had no idea how long they lay in a tangle of arms and
legs, the room filled with the sound of pounding hearts and shallow
breaths. Minutes, hours… It didn’t matter. She closed her eyes and
floated on the joy, surrounded by warm skin and the feeling of
being safe and cared for.
The man at her back moved, leaving Eve and
Kieran curled around each other on the bed. When she looked up long
minutes later, Zack had already dressed. “I need to go,” he said
quietly, buckling his belt.
Sympathy rose in her. “You don’t have to.
You could rest…”
He shook his head as Kieran rose on one
elbow. “I really do have to go. Early day at work tomorrow. Lots of
paperwork.”
Kieran hummed quietly and stroked Eve’s
hair. “Thank you, Zack.”
“
Thank you,” she echoed in
a whisper. “I hope things get better for you, Zack.”
He hesitated and then smiled as he smoothed
his shirt down. “They already have, Eve.” He ran his hands over his
hair and sighed. “I’d say I’d see you two around, but I think I
probably won’t.”
“
If you need to find us…”
She laughed. “Well, you’re a detective. And Kieran’s sort of
famous. If you ever need anything, just call.”
“
The owner knows how to
reach me, too,” he said softly. “You know, if you need
anything.”
Kieran raised a hand. “Good luck, Romeo,
with your star-crossed Juliet.”
Zack snorted even through his smile. “You
remember they both died, don’t you, smart guy?”
He laughed. “So do it
differently. Do it
smarter
.”
“
Not a tragedy. Got it.”
Zack waved even as he walked toward the door. “Take
care.”
When he was gone Eve curled back around
Kieran’s body and sighed. “What is she? Human?”
“
Indeed.” He stroked her
shoulder. “Makes you feel lucky, doesn’t it?”
“
I always feel lucky, Kieran.
Tonight more than ever.” She lifted her hand and brushed his hair
away from his forehead before moving to cup his cheek. “I don’t
need this all the time. I’d just be happy if you told me no once in
a while. I can’t help the bossiness. When I get riled up the wolf
comes to the surface, and she’s like that. But you can tell me no.
I
want
you to tell me no sometimes.”
“
I’ll try, love.” The
corner of his mouth quirked up in a soft smile. “It’s damn hard to
do, though. And not because of the alpha thing. I want you to have
everything you want.”
She traced her thumb over his lip, smiling
when he pressed a soft kiss to it. “Then how about we buy or steal
some of these magical handcuffs, and you can tie me down and tell
me no on special occasions?”
“
That’s the best damn idea
I’ve heard all week.” He kissed her softly, lingering over the
curve of her full lower lip. “I love you, Eve.”
“
I love you, too.” She indulged
herself in one long, tender kiss, then rolled over onto her back
and sighed her contentment. “And now I have a request I’d rather
you
didn’t
say no to, since I’m not sure my legs will hold me. Could
you go fill up that obscenely huge Jacuzzi tub in the corner so we
can cuddle in there?”
“
Your wish is my command,
love.”
Wondering what other
drinks are on the menu? Check out this excerpt from
(Or skip
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Last Call #4.5: Tequila
Sunset
,
which tells Zack's story.)
Caitlin Carlson swore when an overly
enthusiastic dancer stepped off the floor and into her. Her vodka
tonic splashed across the front of her blouse, plastering the thin
fabric to her chest. “Terrific,” she mumbled. Oh, well. A
see-through shirt might draw some attention when she ordered her
next drink.
The plain font on the menu in her hand
stared mockingly up at her. She could order from the special house
menu, let everyone know what she wanted, but it didn’t guarantee
anyone would be interested in taking her upstairs.
At least I’d get a free drink
out of it,
she thought grimly and climbed the steps leading to the
central bar. She’d teased Ben once, telling him that a
complimentary drink was a poor consolation prize if you’d come to
the bar looking for a night of hot sex, but he’d just
laughed.
Probably because it almost never happens… please don’t
happen now.
She waved to Bernie, the bartender, whose
friendly smile melted into alarm as he caught sight of the menu in
her hands. When she stepped up to the bar, he gave her a stern
look. “You’d better be up here to chat, girl, because I know you
didn’t wait until Ben was out of town to come into his bar and
serve yourself up on a platter.”
Caitlin rolled her eyes and laid
the menu on the bar. “Ben gets weird about it, but what’s the worst
that could happen? We both know this place is warded to hell and
back. It’s not like anyone’s going to
hurt
me.” She stopped talking when she realized
she sounded like she was trying to convince herself. “Virgin
daiquiri, please.”
“
Caitlin, come
on
.”
Bernie braced two large hands on the counter and leaned down until
he was face to face with her. “Honey, this is not the place you go
to lose your virginity unless you’re the kind of magical that could
kill your partner. And you’re not.”
She leaned in, too. “I’m the prophesied
daughter of the goddamned Dumitrescu family, Bernie. Whoever has
sex with me first is going to piss off a whole line of dark
witches. You think that couldn’t kill someone?”
“
Ben’s going to be back in
a week. Maybe less. And I thought you had another year before the
big mystical planetary alignment or whatever.”
That had always been the theory, but a dream
that hadn’t quite been a dream had told her differently. Even now
her family was gathered somewhere, arguing over whether or not they
should play it safe and wait out the year, or follow a more
dangerous path that would leave her dead inside a month. Time was
running out, and so were opportunities. She’d snuck past her
family’s vigilant guardianship tonight with luck and her ability to
see the future, but after tonight…
She met Bernie’s eyes. “You really want to
argue with a psychic about how much time she’s got left?”
He hesitated just long enough for her to
know she’d won. His gaze slid past her to the floor, and she
imagined he was sizing up the men, wondering if any of them could
be trusted with her. “Ben’s going to kill me,” he muttered as he
reached up without looking and pulled down a clean glass. “He’s
going to kick my ass up one side and down the other.”
“
If he tries,” she said
smoothly, “you send him to me, and I’ll remind him it could be
worse. I could still qualify for black magic
sacrifices.”
She pulled out a credit card and glanced
around as he mixed the slushy drink. People were staring already;
they always did when someone ordered from Bernie. She supposed they
liked to speculate about what people wanted. What they needed.
If they might be able to give it to
them.
Caitlin shivered and tugged at
the hem of her skirt. It was too short, even for someone of her
scant height, but she hadn’t wanted to look like a stereotypical
virgin, even if she
was
one.
