"Something like that," she muttered. "Okay, okay, I'll leave him alone. I have bigger fish to fry anyway."
He pulled into her apartment complex and cut the engine. For a moment he sat there just staring over at her with those complex, deep brown eyes.
"You know, Julie, someday a man's going to tame you. I just hope I'm around to see it."
"Ha!" she said as she opened her door. "I'll make a bet that a woman knocks you down a few notches before a man ever tames me."
He held out his hand with a smug grin. "Deal."
She took it and stared back just as hard. "What are the stakes?"
"If you win, you get me, any way you want me. If I win, I get you. Any way I want you."
She took her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest. "There's just one problem with your stakes, slick."
"Oh? And what's that?"
"If you're tamed, your girly might have a thing or two to say about me having you any way I want you. If I'm tamed, the guy in question sure as hell won't appreciate having a third in the mix. I'm not saying I'd mind," she added saucily.
"Don't be so sure of that," he said, a glint in his eyes. "As I have no intention of losing the bet, all we have to worry about is this guy who's going to tame you. My guess is, he's not going to mind allowing me my winnings."
Chapter 5
“Cunt instruction manual?" Nathan bit out. "An instruction manual?"
Nathan slammed the truck door and stomped around to the front of the truck to meet Micah and to head into the building that housed the Malone and Sons offices.
Micah chuckled. "Yeah, she was pretty clear on wanting a guy who didn't need an instruction manual to satisfy her."
"I'll show her instruction manual," Nathan gritted out.
God, but the woman was making him crazy. Why was he letting her get to him so bad? It wasn't just the bl*w j*b—though, damn, the feisty little wench was good with her mouth.
"Have you and Damon talked about this weekend?" Micah asked.
Nathan looked around and frowned. Faith wasn't in her office, but that didn't mean Gray or Connor wasn't skulking around. Or Pop even. He shuddered at the idea of Pop overhearing this conversation.
"Relax, man. Connor and Gray are out with Pop on a job."
"And what are we doing here again?"
"Picking up the paperwork for our job, and then we're going to head south. You're a grumpy son of a bitch when you're not getting laid, let me tell you."
"How the hell would you know whether I'm getting laid or not?" Nathan growled. "Jesus, why are we talking about this?"
Micah laughed as he rummaged around on Faith's desk. "Aha! Here it is. Let's make tracks. We can talk on the way."
"What's turned you into such a chatty bastard?" Nathan asked when they'd gotten back into Micah's truck. He scowled when Micah cracked his window and started digging for a cigarette.
"Damn it. Smoked my last one with Julie."
"What the hell were you doing smoking with Julie? She doesn't smoke. Does she?"
A smug grin creased Micah's face. Then he reached over to open the glove box. Shit fell out between Nathan's knees.
"There is a God," Micah breathed as he pulled out a smashed package of cigarettes.
"Get a damn patch or something."
Micah stuck a cigarette between his lips and fished in his pocket for a lighter. "So you didn't answer my question. Have you talked to Damon about this weekend or are you just going to let Julie go?"
"Fuck you. I'm not letting her go anywhere but to bed with me."
"So you have talked to Damon then. I take it he agreed?"
"Not exactly," Nathan muttered.
Micah turned to blow his smoke out the window. "Will you quit being so damned closemouthed and just spill it?"
"He feels his first obligation is to Julie."
"Imagine that," Micah said dryly.
"Cut the sarcasm," Nathan said with a scowl. "She wants a threesome. An anonymous threesome, with her blindfolded!"
It was all he could do to get the words out. Was she just trying to get herself hurt? He didn't give a damn how tight Damon's security was or that they had video surveillance on the private rooms all the time. It would only take a few seconds to hurt her or kill her, and there wouldn't be a damn thing Damon or his people could do about it.
"Why does that bother you so much?" Micah asked with a sideways look.
Nathan's mouth fell open. Then he snapped it shut. "Damon doesn't have a problem with vetting me to be one of her guys. But I insisted that I'd be the only man in that damn room with her, and he said that he felt obligated to fulfill Julie's wishes."
Micah shrugged. "So? Have a threesome with her. Come on, man. You can't tell me you've never fantasized about f**king a woman while another man is f**king her too. Hell, you watch porn. Half that shit is a bona fide gang bang."
"Would you stand by and let another man touch what you considered yours?" Nathan asked calmly.
Something dark and predatory flashed in Micah's eyes. "As long as she belonged to me? Yeah, it's a huge turn-on."
"You've had threesomes?"
Whoa, this conversation was heading into serious cringe territory. Next they'd be comparing dick sizes.
"You never have?" Micah countered.
"Hell, you act as though it's some natural function, as normal as hav**g s*x with a woman. Most men get on their knees and thank God if a woman will sleep with them, much less you and another guy."
Micah laughed. "Women tend to like being the object of so much attention. Two men devoted to making sure she has the most mindless pleasure she's ever experienced?"
"So it's more about the woman?"
Shit, there he went again, sounding like some damn amateur. A blush stole over his cheeks, and he turned to look out the window before Micah could see him and give him hell.
He'd had sex. Lots of sex, damn it. Okay, maybe not that much. Still, he'd been around the block more than a few times, but now his experiences seemed pretty dull compared to the crap Micah was talking about.
"Well, yes and no," Micah said seriously. "It's all about pleasuring her, watching her go wild. In turn it's a huge turn-on for a man. I mean what guy doesn't get a serious charge out of rocking a woman's world?"
He had a point there. It wasn't like a guy ever wanted to be a complete failure in bed.
"So she really wants this threesome," Nathan said painfully.
"Don't take it personally. If you've never been to bed with her, it's not as if she's sending you a message or anything."
"Oh, she's sending one, all right."
"So are you going to agree to the threesome or not? Doesn't sound like Damons going to give you much of a choice. And hell, dude, have you even given this any thought? Blindfolded or not, she's going to figure out it's you really damn quick with your bald head and goatee. You're going to need a distraction for her."
"Or just tie her damn hands to the bed," Nathan muttered.
Micah laughed. "Well that would be my vote, but I hear that's not what she wants at all. I think it would offend her not-so-meek sensibilities."
"You sound like you know an awful lot about her," Nathan said quietly.
"I like all women, Nathan. Don't get your panties in a wad. It's not like I'm trying to move in on your woman. You want her. I get it. Doesn't mean I don't have eyes or a dick and that they both don't come to attention when she's around."
"Then maybe you'd be a perfect third in this threesome she wants."
Micah tossed his cigarette out the window and cast Nathan a sidelong glance. "Let me get this straight. You want me to be the other guy?"
Nathan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, if you want the truth, I don't want there to a third person in this equation. I mean, shit, when did sex get so goddamn complicated? But if that's what she wants and if that's the only way I get into the picture, then yeah, I'd prefer it to be you over some stranger. At least I wouldn't have to worry about your intentions."
Micah nodded. "All right. If that's what you want, I'll let Damon know. I'm already a member there, so it'll be just you he has to do all the checking up on."
"This is for the birds," Nathan grumbled. "Seriously. It didn't used to be this difficult to get into a woman's pants. Now there are security and background checks. Kinky checklists."
Micah chuckled. "The House should be quite an experience for you. I'll suggest to Damon that he give you a tour before this weekend just so you'll know what you're getting into."
"He said she wanted a private room. Just her and the two guys."
"Yeah, but you have to get to that private room."
"Great. Just great."
"Don't be such a p**sy."
"Hey, f**k you," Nathan growled, but he grinned and shook his head.
This was going to be painful. Hell, it already was. The last thing he wanted to do was get nak*d in front of one of his best friends and then let that best friend f**k the woman he'd been fantasizing about for months.
But there was something edgy and forbidden about the images flashing in his mind. Watching her come apart between him and Micah? Giving her more pleasure than she could stand?
Yeah, it was a turn-on, but then everything about Julie did it for him. She was an earthy woman, shorter, full figured with h*ps and an ass that just cried out for a man's hands.
And her br**sts. Sweet Jesus, her br**sts were mouthwateringly perfect, and he ought to know because he'd seen them often enough in his fantasies. Round with a generous swell. He hadn't seen her n**ples, and he was positively dying to get them into his mouth.
He wanted to bury his face right in the valley between the generous mounds. She had to be at least a double D, and Lord but that excited him.
No, he wouldn't be able to feel her ribs, or get poked by her bones. But she'd be soft in all the right places, and he couldn't wait to bury himself inside her p**sy over and over.
She was, in a word, stacked. Built like a brick house. Voluptuous. He'd have his hands full with her in more ways than one, and he couldn't goddamn wait.
Chapter 6
“I’m nervous. Why am I nervous?"
Julie looked between Faith and Serena, who stood in her bathroom watching as Julie did her hair.
"And why am I worried so goddamn much about hair?" she muttered. "Like it's not going to get messed up?"
Faith giggled, and Serena just rolled her eyes in the mirror.
"Come on, Julie, it's okay. I'd be terrified," Serena said.
"So says the woman who auctioned herself off—naked—in front of a roomful of horny men," Julie pointed out.
"You want to look good. It's natural," Faith said soothingly. "I wouldn't want to look like a hag in front of men who were seeing me nak*d."
"Hag?" Julie croaked.
Serena patted her on the arm. "It s just a figure of speech."
Julie set down the comb and the hairspray and sighed. "You know why I'm doing this?"
"Uh, does it have something to do with the nak*d thing?" Faith asked.
"I saw my ex in the grocery store last night."
"Which ex?" Serena asked.
Julie pinned her with a glare. "Does it matter? He was with his new girlfriend. Okay, he's an old ex. I'm not hung up on him or anything. It was his girlfriend who pissed me off."
"Want me to kick her ass?" Serena asked with a grin.
Julie smooched at her reflection in the mirror. "No, but we can hope she trips and breaks an ankle, can't we?"
Faith laughed. "So what did she do?"
Julie picked up the comb again and pushed at a strand of hair that kept falling over her forehead. "So I'm at the grocery store, I round the corner of the bread aisle, and there he is with Miss Thing on his arm. He smiles and says hello. I smile back and say hello. Miss Thing looks at me once, and she dismisses me like I'm not a threat. Just like that."
"She didn't!" Serena gasped in mock horror.
Julie gave her a mournful look. "I mean, let's face it, most of the time if you're with your guy and you see his ex, you get all prickly. You start sizing her up. Is she prettier than me? Is he looking at her? Was she better in bed? Is he still hung up on her? The claws come out. But no. Miss Thing actually smiled at me. This smug, superior smile that said 'I'm prettier than you, I'm thinner than you, I'll always be better than you.' Then she all but sneered at me when he introduced us and she had this look like, 'he dated you? Really?'"
Faith wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed tight. "Her boobs were probably fake, and I bet her roots were showing."
Julie shook against her with laughter. "God, I love you guys, but damn, can't you let me wallow for two seconds?"
"No wallowing," Serena said stoutly.
"Why aren't I a threat?" Julie asked mournfully.
"I lock Gray down every time you walk into the room," Faith said solemnly.
Julie rolled her eyes. "I wanted to tell her that I could have her man any time I wanted, and that she was probably a cold fish in bed, but then I remembered, she has him, I don't, so that argument wasn't going to cut it."