The Irresistible Bundle (98 page)

Valentino's growl brings me out of my lust-addled fog. My hands almost make contact with her ass. I quickly pull them back as she steps away. Her eyes glow as she looks at my jutting erection. Carina bites her lip and turns toward V. I forget all about the other girls. Shit I forget about everything else. She saunters over to V and sits in his lap facing away from him. A smug smile erupts over my face before I can control it. She hadn't straddled him the way she'd done with me and it makes me feel fucking ecstatic. Maybe she finally noticed me too. I don't want to take her away from V but it's nice to know that he isn't the only one she sees.

Everyone cheers as Carina grabs V's hands and makes him cup her breasts. Jealousy flares through my body as he openly gropes her. I hadn't been permitted to even make the slightest contact and that hurts. We've shared women and have never been at odds about it. Why was this little Spanish hottie any different?

Carina goes no-holds barred with V. She turns around, straddles him as she'd done with me, but this time she openly rocks her hips. I palm my overeager dick as she continues her sensual assault with my best friend. She sings into his neck and tilts all the way back as she ends the song. I stare unblinking at the arresting sight; glowing skin, long gorgeous hair, bright eyes, and luscious curves. For the first time in five years I'm envious of what Valentino has. I envy the beauty in his arms. I begrudge that she's bewitched him. There's no room for me in that two-way street.

The building's occupants give the girls a standing ovation while we idiots remain in our seats stunned and extremely aroused. V's in no shape to do anything. It's fun watching him slowly come back to reality as the others stumble away from their seats.

"Uh-oh" I playfully call out. "Boss man doesn't want to show everyone how much he appreciated the ladies' dance."

Everyone chants
show it
while V shakes his head and stands up with Carina still wrapped around his waist. I quickly get up and follow knowing all eyes will be on them. No one will notice the monster threatening to get out of my pants.

~

An hour later and guys are still trying to recover from the girls' number. It's time for some payback. I also want to divert the attention from Carina and her ex who have decided to use the staff party as their dedication platform to each other. I don't know whether to be annoyed or elated by their actions; it's like watching a bunch of high schoolers going back and forth. Their mini drama helps me feel more at ease with the Carina and V situation.

The moment Carina disappears outside I spring into action. Plenty of guys are willing to participate. We move the chairs into the same formation as the girls had done. V chooses who's going to perform and who's assigned to what section. I pretend to ignore his narrowed glance as he instructs Carina to be in my section. I'm 100 times better choice than her ex. V isn't performing trying to keep the façade of the ever serious boss. If only his staff knew of the beast that hides beneath the suit.

By the time we get our shit together Carina and her friend Desirae are back inside. I don't give them a chance to go anywhere but where I instruct. Devon ensures that Desirae's in his section while I personally escort Carina to the seat I have reserved for her. She's got front row seats so Valentino can keep an eye on her. I also don't want her watching my every move.

I time my approach to her right before the chorus. I want to sing the words to her and not only watch but feel her reaction. The instant my hand comes in contact with the nape of her neck my entire body becomes engulfed in flames. I straddle her thighs but remain standing because my dick decides it wants to star in the show too. I don't give a shit that V glares daggers at me; I have every intention of taking full advantage of this brief moment. If V doesn't intend to invite me into their bedroom I want this little vixen to lust over me too. The music pulsates through me as I slowly circle my hips ensuring to make contact with her body and my raging dick. It only takes one touch to know her tits are real. Fuck me. I grab her hair and shamelessly rub myself against her. I want, no need, to make contact with every part of her body. I'm so hard that it's beyond painful but I don't fucking care. I can smell her arousal and it only emboldens me to go farther. I bend down and whisper part of the chorus to her wanting to not only convey the words but clearly deliver the message. Our bodies sizzle wherever we make contact.

"Move on" V barks at me. I laugh loving his jealousy and her disheveled state. I bet she looks magnificent after a thorough fucking. Maybe that's why V hangs on so tightly to the young beauty. I walk away but not before soaking in her heaving chest and flushed skin. Damn I've done a good job...

~

Valentino stuck by my side for the rest of the night. I'm not sure what to make of it but it feels damn good. My little dance number unnerved him in some way. I'd seen his swollen cock when I got off his girl. Part of me wants to believe that I caused that but the realist in me knows that Carina's disheveled state had more to do with it. It doesn't matter though. He hasn't shunned me for the night and that's progress.

It doesn't take long for Carina's ex to get back into the mix and they go another round of song dedications. The shit's getting old real fast and if it wasn't for the fact that one of the staff members had shown us her true vocal capabilities I would've shut that shit down immediately. Her ex has a good voice but he's just starting to annoy me. More than anything I wanted to sing with Carina. I know the moment we connect musically she'll be a goner but I'm not going to do that to V. I have no intention of doing anything to jeopardize their newly formed relationship; time will do that all its own.

It isn't that she isn't good enough but V never sticks around for long. It's like he's always looking for something that's always just out of reach. I know what I'm waiting for but it's my burden to carry and my impossible dream. I only hope for the day that he finally
sees me
and wants
more
.

The hours easily pass. It's three in the morning by the time V and I are able to usher everyone out and oversee closing procedures with the hired staff. I look around in disbelief realizing I've gone the entire night without looking for a piece of ass. The girls have been such an entertaining distraction that I didn't have time to ponder who'd warm my bed for the night. Carina's grown on me, and so have some of her other friends. They're going to be a bunch of troublemakers; I love it.

V whispers into Carina's ear loud enough for me to know what he's saying. The sap is making excuses why he's kept her at the club rather than sending her ahead.

I snicker ignoring V's glare. "It's just easier to keep your eye on her." I taunt. We both know he isn't letting her out of his sight... not that I can blame him.

Carina laughs, attempting to look innocent. "Why would he have to worry about me?"

I can't help but howl with laughter. The girl is not only beautiful but a fucking comedian. "Carina your picture is under the word 'trouble' in the dictionary. Don't delude yourself otherwise."

She giggles and attempts to pout. She looks cute with her jutting lip and doe eyes but I'm not falling for shit. "Poor Marco" she sympathizes. "You have no one to take home. Will it be your right hand or left that will stay busy tonight?"

I gape at the little vixen. I feel better knowing V is shocked by her saucy statement too. "Oh no she didn't" I grumble. Does she not see how many females I turn away on a nightly basis? V tries to stifle his laughter while she just smirks.

"Carina" V playfully admonishes. "He could've taken home any of the girls in your group without effort." I puff up my chest at his statement. Damn-right I could've!

"Then why didn't he?" She challenges.

"I'm right here" I huff with irritation. They're talking about me like I'm not even there; like I'm not capable of finding someone to go home with. "And for your information little Troublemaker, I CHOSE to go home alone... It's been a long day and I don't want to deal with having someone in my home and then having to give her the boot when I'm through."

I cringe as the words leave my mouth. Carina's obvious disdain makes me regret talking so freely with her. It's just a fact in our lives; we bed someone and send them on their merry way afterwards. There are no false promises or misleading expectations. You want to fuck? Great, let's go. You want something more? Go find someone else.

"Or were you planning to go home with us" she taunts. My dick stands to attention while my jaw drops to the asphalt.

"You told her" I splutter, looking directly at my best friend. My heart hammers in my chest. Hope explodes within me as my eyes bounce from V to Carina. He hasn't breathed a word that he's been preparing her for a discussion about a threesome. Usually we make a game plan to present it to an interested party if they don't broach the subject first. Some of the females talk to each other and easily approach us about a threesome.

I freeze as Carina gapes in dawning horror. She looks between the two of us piecing the puzzle together right before our eyes. V shifts uncomfortably. If looks could kill I'd be reliving my death over and over again. Ok, so I fucked up but it's all about perception and intention. Her taunt had implied she'd known or suspected me of joining in Valentino's fun. I'd never met anyone else who'd jokingly offered a threesome.

"Oh this should be good" Carina replies dryly. Her body vibrates with irritation as she leans against Valentino's car. I don't want to be any part of this discussion. It doesn't matter that I'd been the one to spill. V could've shut that down real quick and played it off but he hadn't. That leaves me with some hope that he's been contemplating to have me join in. I stalk off to my car. I'm horny, frustrated, and disappointed. There are too many conflicting emotions roiling about and I'm not going to be good company to anybody right now. Maybe Carina's right. I need to just go home stroke myself to oblivion and sleep it off. If V and Carina make it through the night we can revisit this conversation when emotions aren't so all over the place.

"Marco" V calls out. I freeze barley looking over my shoulder. He nods his chin indicating for me to follow. I raise my brows silently questioning him. V mouths the word
please
and I'm done for. The world knows me as a bad ass motherfucker. The hot-headed Italian. But with V, I mold to his desires. I acquiesce to his requests. I'm not a pansy fucker but for Valentino I'd do damn near anything. I sigh long and loud letting him know I don't think this is the best decision but I'll do it anyways. For him I'd walk into the depths of hell and face whatever head-on.

It's eerie driving to Valentino's place alone. We usually drive together and the chick follows us. For the first time in a long time I feel like the third-wheel for the night. The last time it had happened V and I had remained unbalanced for some time.

Our friendship is precious to me. I won't make the same mistake again. If this is going to be awkward then I will bow out before we even get started. It doesn't matter that I want to slip between her thighs and get lost in her depths. It definitely doesn't matter that I've been dreaming of the day Valentino wraps
his
lips around
my
dick. I can keep that an ongoing fantasy within me if it means I keep him by my side for eternity.

Tension seeps out of the car and spills into the parking lot. I pause watching a frustrated Valentino step out of the car. He runs his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath. What the hell have they talked about in the few minutes that it's taken to get to his condo? Maybe she's throwing a hissy fit and V isn't dealing well with it. He doesn't tolerate dramatics from certain types of females. Although our clubs are popular on the local scene we haven't made it big, yet... V values his reputation. Attention-grabbing whores and gold diggers are always the first ones eliminated. Drama queens and needy personalities are the next ones out.

I open Carina's door trying to help alleviate the strain between them. I hate seeing V upset and Carina doesn't seem like a bad person. I might've reacted strongly if I'd been blindsided with something. It's only fair to step back and let her digest all of this.

"She knows now" Valentino whispers to me before getting into the elevator. The large rock moves from my chest to my throat. Although she knows it doesn't mean anything good from here. If V's already told her, and she looks completely indifferent, then why the hell did I follow them into the condo?

I stare at V remembering the few intimate moments he's allowed. We've touched and stroked more than once during our threesomes and he's even guided my shaft into some chick's hole but that's about it. No shared kisses. No penetration. The few times I've tasted him was when he was drunk to oblivion and couldn't remember shit. Yeah, I've taken advantage but his dick wouldn't be eager for my mouth if he didn't want it. If V remembers those few treasured moments he's never let on.

"Everything" I mouthed wanting to know if he's shared the extent of our physical interactions. V shakes his head. I scowl chagrined with his stiff demeanor. Is he ashamed to tell Carina that we've been somewhat intimate? I shake my head in disappointment as the elevator doors open.

"So Marco" Carina cheerfully greets, throwing me off guard. I look to V hoping for some guidance. He hasn't told me exactly what they've discussed in the car and I'm terrified of further fucking this up for him. I don't want to be the reason why V ever breaks things off with someone. "What's the extent of your relationship with Boss Man here?" She inquires.