The Scientist and the Supermodel (11 page)

She was right. He wanted to hate her, but she was so damned sexy, and the fact that she loved and defended Roan jumbled them together in his hormone-clouded mind. “Yeah.”

She leaned into him again. “Don’t you love that gorgeous, huge cock of Roan’s?”

Jake could barely breathe. “Yeah.”

She was whispering directly into his ear, the breath sending goose bumps down his arms and shocks to his balls. “It doesn’t hurt you when he pushes that huge dick into your ass?”

Jake tensed at the question. Alex leaned back to look at his face. “I see. You’re a top.” Then she snuggled back against him and resumed her breathy whisper. “That makes sense, I guess. You’re mostly straight, and he’s really submissive. He loves to take it in the ass.” Her hips pressed into his. “But don’t forget, pretty boy, he still loves to fuck. You gotta let him do it to you some, or he won’t be satisfied. Let him stick that cock in. I can tell you firsthand, Jake, it’s a treat you just can’t miss.”

Too much. Jake’s breath was ragged, and he was about to ruin his tux trousers with a gallon of cum.

She pressed harder so she was practically riding his erection, and he was too far gone to care who was watching. “You love that idea, don’t you, baby? Or is it me turning you on? C’mon, Jake. Tell me the truth. Is it just the idea of Roan fucking you making you rock hard, or does little Alex get your juices flowing too?”

“Shit!” Jake broke away from her and hurried toward the men’s room. Her laughter followed him through the crowd. He rushed down an endless hall and pushed the door marked MEN. He entered a stall and had his cock in his hand before the door was even closed. Two hard pumps, and he started squirting semen into the toilet bowl. Oh shit, he was so turned on. How was he going to make it through this evening?

He heard the door to the men’s room open, then a soft call. “Jake?”

Thank God. Roan. He wouldn’t have put it past Alex to follow him. “Here. Be out in a second.”

Jake wiped himself off and zipped up. He cleaned a little cum that had dropped on the toilet rim, then exited. Roan was standing beside the sink. There was another man washing his hands, so Jake forced himself to look casual.

“You okay?” Roan asked.

“Yeah. Just had to pee.” He glanced at the guy next to him, who was drying his hands. Jake washed and said nothing until the guy left. A quick look around showed they were alone.

Roan leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Jake wanted to grab him. His lover smiled. “Was Alex tormenting you?”

“Oh yeah.” He glanced at the closed door. “I just filled the john with cum.”

Roan laughed. “She’s good at it, isn’t she?” His eyes softened. “Does she turn you on?”

Jake tried not to look away but didn’t succeed. “She was talking about you and me fucking.”

He lifted Jake’s face to his with one finger. “Does she turn you on?”

“Yeah.”

The fingers moved into a caress. “It’s okay, baby. She does it to me too.”

Jake pulled back. “Is that why you didn’t tell me about her? About being with her here?”

Roan cocked his head. “Jake, Alex and I have been friends for years. As you heard, we were even engaged. I’ve been committed to this event for months. I had no idea Jenny was your sister, or that you’d be here, and I didn’t plan to bring Alex until she called last week and said she’d be in town. This is just another event for me. I had no reason to tell you any more than you told me about your little girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Another man walked into the bathroom, and Roan grabbed Jake’s arm and propelled him toward the door. They exited, and Roan led him to a small quiet corner beyond the house phones.

“Do you love her?” Jake hissed, as if they hadn’t been interrupted.

“No, but I’m fond of her, and she is of me.”

“But you fuck her?” Jake heard the plea in his own voice. God, he hardly recognized himself in this needy stranger, but he couldn’t seem to get himself under control.

“Yes. We’ve always had great sex. That’s what kept us together for the better part of a year. Alex is bisexual, or as she calls it, omnisexual. Her current lover is a woman, and they’re very happy together.”

“Does she want you to fuck her tonight?” Roan had to lean in to hear Jake’s whisper.

“I’m sure she does.”

“Are you going to?” Jake stared at his hands like they had the answers.

Roan paused, then asked, “Are you going to fuck the girl you’re with tonight?”

Jake shook his head. “No, we’re not lovers. Answer me. Are you?” He looked up into the green eyes. “Are you going to fuck her?”

“Are you asking me not to?”

Jake threw his hands up and half turned to the wall. “Shit, I don’t know what I’m asking.”

Roan leaned in toward his ear. “If you were with her, would you fuck her?”

Jake thought and finally said the truth. “Probably. I wanted to throw her down on the floor and hammer her back there.”

Roan licked the outside of Jake’s ear. The soft, deep voice vibrated in Jake’s head. “Then why don’t we both fuck her?”

Jake looked up sharply into his lover’s face. Was he serious? Was this another test? And if so, which way did Roan want him to reply? “What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to say yes.”

“Really? You want to share?”

“I already share you with one woman, Jake.”

The unspoken completion of the sentence was that Jake could now share Roan with a woman too.

“I have a date. I have to meet some more contributors.”

“Alex has a suite upstairs.” Roan slipped a key card into Jake’s pocket. “We’ll be there. I want you to come. It’s up to you.” Then he turned and walked back into the ballroom.

Chapter Eleven

Some date he was. Jake stood pressed against the wall in the hall, listening to the music from the ballroom and staring into space, vaguely aware of a few people walking by. He’d promised Laney a dance and then disappeared. But shit, he had a few things on his mind. He’d just been invited into a ménage à trois by his male lover. The idea was just mind-splitting. He, Jacob Martin, reasonably smart, sensible, and
straight
scientist, was fucking a man and seriously considering joining that man in bed with a woman. At least the woman part made some sense.

He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. Yeah. He’d just proved he could still get it up for a woman. Thank God! His cock was a steel rod under his tux jacket. Okay. Be honest. What really got him going was the idea of Roan fucking Alex. Images of his lover’s cock pushing into that man-eater flashed through his mind. Oh—my—God. A soft moan escaped him. His eyes flew open.
Making a spectacle here.

Jesus. He should run. Out of this hotel and straight home, where he could lock the damned doors and contemplate his fucking life until he had it under control. Sigh. No such luck. There was work to do and appearances to keep up. He pushed himself away from the wall, adjusted the tux over his deflating erection, and propelled himself into the ballroom.

The party was in full swing, couples crowded the dance floor, and the band played some moderately upbeat number designed to not test the hipness of the moneyed set. He peered through the crowd and spotted Laney laughing with his sister. Time to get the job done. He skirted the dance floor and walked up to the two laughing women.

“Hi, you two.” He smiled as he stepped up beside Laney. “I’m so sorry for disappearing.”

Jenny smiled. “Where’ve you been?”

“I had to go to the men’s room and then got caught up in a conversation.” He extended a hand to Laney. “I think I owe you a dance.”

She gave him a decidedly appraising stare, then smiled. “Well, I’m not sure it’s actually a debt, but if you want to dance, I’d be happy to accompany you.”

Ooohkay
. He totally deserved the edge in her voice. “Excuse us, Jenny.”

“No problem. Go have fun. I’ve got a million things to do to make sure our VIPs are taken care of. See you two later.”

They moved to the dance floor, where the music had slowed—thank God. He hadn’t kept up on his fast dance steps.

They danced quietly for a minute. After Alex’s potent and blatant sexuality, Laney was positively restful. She might not consider that a compliment.

Suddenly she looked up at him. “So, is that the woman you’re in love with?”

He pulled back like she’d hit him. “Alex? Shit, no. I just met her.”

Her stare was steady. “I didn’t think so.”

“What?”

“The woman. You look at her like you want to eat her, but not with love.”

Jesus, was he that obvious?

She kept gazing up at him, and he tried to hold her stare without flinching.

“It’s the man, isn’t it? You’re in love with that gorgeous man?”

His body bucked in reaction. “No!”

She just kept staring at him. “You’re telling me you and that man aren’t lovers?”

Okay, he’d lost. He looked away. “Why would you think that?”

“Oh, maybe because when he walked in, you looked like someone had finally turned on the sun.”

“Well shit, he’s beautiful.”

“Yes.” Pause. “And that’s all? You just like the way he looks?” Never had a voice sounded so skeptical.

He stared into her chocolate brown eyes, then looked away. “Okay, we fuck.

I mean, we have a physical relationship.” So this was what it felt like. Admitting to fucking Roan to someone in his world. Someone who wasn’t his gay brother. Painful, but not fatal.

She gave him a little shake. “Jake, for crap’s sake, this is the twenty-first century. Why didn’t you think you could tell me you’re gay?” She gave a little smirk. “It’s not like I didn’t give you lots of openings with my lectures on Alexander the Great.”

The music changed to something upbeat, and he led her off the dance floor to a small table and pulled a chair for her. When he sat, he took a deep breath. “Look, I can’t really explain this to you because I can’t explain it to myself. I’ve always been with women, and like I told you, there’s a woman I really care about. But Roan… I don’t know. Since I first saw him, I just kind of lost my senses. I can’t seem to stay away from him.”

“So you’re bisexual. What’s the prob?”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think my university would think so highly of my fuck-buddy.”

“No way, that’s discrimination.”

“Sure, but people get bad performance reviews all the time for less, plus Roan’s a superstar. Someone’s sure to find out, and then my boss would know and—”

“She’s the one, right? She’s the one you dream about.”

He stared at an empty wineglass on the table. “Yeah.”

“Does Roan know?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow. Your love life is so complicated, it makes my lack of love life seem positively restful.”

He grinned. “You have no idea.”

“I hope you won’t take this wrong, but I wish I could see you and Roan have sex. Want to do a video?”

“What?”

“You’re both so damned beautiful. The idea of the two of you naked and sweaty gives me cold chills.”

“Laney, you little pervert.” He laughed.

“So what am I tonight, your fag hag?”

“What?”

She laughed. “A woman who hangs out with a gay man to help him look straight.”

“No! I mean, I wasn’t kidding when I said I like your company.”

“So who’s the bitch goddess? And what’s she doing with your man?”

“Yeah, that’s the question. Actually, she was engaged to him at one time, and they’ve stayed friends.”

“And lovers, from the look of it.”

Jake sighed. “Yeah.”

“So he’s bisexual too?”

“Laney, I’m straight, really. But I’ve never seen Roan look at a woman at all before, much less the way he looks at Alex.”

“And this is a problem for you?”

“No!” Her skepticism was back in full. “Yeah, well, maybe.”

“So why is he with her and you with me tonight? Is this some exercise in sadism or what?”

“No. Believe it or not, neither of us knew the other one would be here.”

She chuckled and shook a finger at him. “So, you were cheating on each other and got caught, huh?”

“No, we’re not exactly committed to each other.”

Laney looked surprised. “Really? Jeez, he looks at you like you hung the moon.”

Okay, that made him squirm.

“And like I said, you didn’t exactly look unhappy to see him either, Jake.”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“Look, I kind of figured this thing out a bit while you were dancing with the redheaded ice queen. I’ve made arrangements to go home with your folks, so you can stay here and work things out with your guy, okay?”

His breath caught. “What did you say to them?”

Her gaze turned appraising. “You really are uncomfortable with this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess. With good reason.”

She made a face at him. “I
said
you had work to do, and I needed to get back. That’s what I
said
, Mr. Hyde-in-the-Closet. What I
thought
was this looks like a pretty promising relationship to me, and I don’t think you should leave the field to the bitch, even for one night.”

“Laney, you don’t have to do that.”

He got that straight gaze again. “So, you’d rather drive me home to Brooklyn?” A smirk hovered at the corners of her mouth.

Okay, here it was. Choose, straight boy. A nice drive with a pretty girl and maybe some making out on the couch or seeing Roan naked, fucking a woman? “I should stay here and…work.”

Her rich, throaty laugh attracted a few stares from people at other tables. “Yeah, baby, do a little
work
for me too.”

Shit, how soon could he get upstairs?

* * *

Damn, he had to get out of this ballroom. He tried to concentrate on the high-profile guests Jenny was introducing him to, but his head filled with images of what Roan and Alex had been doing—for the last forty-five fucking minutes! Yeah, fucking minutes was very likely right on. Or maybe oral sex. Roan said he loved to eat pussy. Was that on the menu? Was that redheaded bitch sucking that beautiful cock?

Laney was gone. His folks had totally bought her story, bless her, and they’d taken her back to Brooklyn with them, ostensibly so she could work on her dissertation. If he could just get Jenny to stop introducing him to more and more people, he’d be home free. He’d done a good job. Worked hard. Em would be proud. Now it was his turn.

He looked around and saw Jenny separating another potential contributor from the herd. He moved quickly through the crowd and grabbed her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Sweetie, I’m beat. Done for the night. Thank you so darn much.”

She looked a little surprised but turned to him with a hug. “Hey, I got it, kiddo. Give me a chance, and I’ll run you ragged. Get out of here and get some rest.”

Rest. Not likely. “Thanks again, Jenny-bean. Em’s going to be so happy and grateful too. I’ll call you soon.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah. Honest. Bye, sweetie.” He kissed her cheek and headed through the thinning crowd to the entrance to the ballroom. Out in the hall, he identified the direction of the elevators and walked to them as fast as decorum allowed, punching the Up button like it was a defibrillator and would get his heart started beating again. Floor sixteen, suite 1625. Floor sixteen, suite 1625. Finally, the damned elevator showed up, and he leaped in and pushed the Close button, leaving a couple of expectant boarders with their mouths hanging open. Floor sixteen, suite 1625.

Ding
. Happy sound. He got off the elevator and headed in the direction the wall arrows indicated. 1621. 1623. 16—. He stopped dead and leaned against the wall. This was it. Almost as confronting as when he’d gone to Roan’s condo that first time. That time he’d known if he walked through that door, he’d have sex with a man. This time? Shit, let’s step way outside the boundaries of polite society. But his cock knew what it wanted, even if he didn’t. It throbbed at just the thought of what lay behind those double doors. If he walked away, he knew he’d always regret it. He faced the door, inserted the key card, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

No steamy sex scene. Just a dramatic entry hall with a center table that boasted a huge arrangement of flowers. He moved slowly down the hall into the suite. He glanced at a gorgeous view of the water and lights through a wall of glass but didn’t really give a damn. Where was Roan? A soft moan turned him around, and he saw the light shining through a partially closed door. He walked slowly to the door and pushed it open.

Now
this
view he could get off on.

On the huge bed in the middle of the room, Roan was bent over Alex’s lean, bare body, his huge cock pumping slowly in and out of her pussy, doggy-style.

Jake gasped and literally grabbed his own cock. In his life, he’d never seen anything so erotic as his very gay lover fucking a woman. That beautiful body was completely nude, hard back rippling, head thrown back with eyes closed as he concentrated on thrusting that huge phallus into her and pulling it out. In and out. In and out.

“Shit, Jake, it took you long enough.” Alex’s voice was strained and breathy.

Beyond speech. Medusa couldn’t have turned him more to stone than watching that man fuck. Roan never opened his eyes. He just kept pumping.

Alex was gasping. “Jake, get the fuck over here. I’ve come three times, but Roan is not going to come until you’re in him; it’s just that simple. So get that cock out, baby, and go to work.”

Okay, that was the right invitation. Jake ripped off his bow tie and hauled the tux jacket down his arms. With a careless throw toward the chair, he started pulling off his shoes and pants, his eyes riveted on Roan’s flexing ass. When he was naked, his erection stood so hard against his body it was painful. He gasped. “Where’s the lube?”

“End table. There.” Alex motioned as her butt continued to take the hammering Roan was giving.

Jake grabbed the lube, swiped some on his cock, knelt on the bed, and began to push into Roan’s tight ass with two fingers as the model leaned farther over Alex’s back to accommodate him. When Jake’s fingers entered Roan’s ass, the man began a soft keening sound. Jake pulled his fingers out and grabbed his cock. Positioning the dripping head against Roan’s shining hole, he pushed, and the keening became a wail. “Jake…yes…yes.”

In to the balls. The pressure on Roan must have pushed him harder into Alex, who cried out, and then Roan simply took over pushing back onto Jake’s cock and forward into Alex’s vagina. He’d lost his dirty talk; just grunted and moaned each time he pushed and pulled. Jake knew the man desperately needed to come, and he hammered into him until Roan exploded, screaming, “Yes, yes, yes!”

Alex shrieked, “Jesus, Roan! Come in me, darling. Come!”

Shit! A flash of jealousy ripped through Jake, stopping his orgasm, like two fires burning each other out. Roan kept shuddering and bucking, pouring cum into Alex’s body. He leaned his head back, grabbed Jake’s head, and kissed him passionately. “Only for you, my love,” he whispered. Then he began to pull his slightly softened cock out of Alex. “Finish her, Jake. Fuck her. Let me watch.”

Jake shook his head, fighting the lust that filled him at the idea. Not the redheaded bitch. Roan extended a condom pack. “Do it. You want to. Do it. You’ll love it. I’m right here. You’re going to drive me crazy watching you fuck her. Do it, Jake. Do it.”

Jake snapped. Grabbing the condom, he rolled it on, and in one dive, he turned Alex over onto her back and pushed his throbbing cock into her very wet pussy. Yeah, wet with Roan’s cum. The idea inflamed him.

“Shiiiit,” she screamed. For a moment, Jake thought he’d hurt her and had to wonder if he cared, when she began screaming, “Fuck me, Jake! Let him see. Do it for Roan, baby. Oh shit, Roan, he’s so hot.”