Lori knew their demons and desires, knew true horror firsthand. They’d shared the climatic point of that nightmare years ago. It was an event that linked Lori, Mac, and Blake forever and eventually bonded them body and soul. The heart involved, the love, was rarely mentioned. Saying it out loud threatened Lori’s control, and she was very much about maintaining control over every aspect of her life. Blake and Mac have no problem placing control in her talented hands, in and out of the bedroom, especially in the bedroom…between them…safe, comfortable, and oh-so-hot. But the demon who brought them together now threatens the control upon which their bond was built and is now set to ruin everything they’ve worked to have and hide…and them along with it.
Waiting in breathless anticipation, Mac Jordan stood
in what little shadow existed in the ballroom, trying to hide a
trouser-swelling erection he knew had left a wet spot.
Lori Belcher was the most beautiful woman Mac knew,
and he knew a lot of women. Dated them, fucked them, lived with one or two,
even considered marrying one in an attempt at what the world considered
normalcy, which had failed before he’d executed the idea. Thank God.
No one compared to Lori. She knew his demons and
desires. Knew firsthand what true horror was. They’d shared the climatic point
of that nightmare years ago. An event that linked him, her, and Blake Patterson
forever and eventually bonded them body and soul. The heart involved, the love,
was never mentioned. Saying it out loud, admitting it, threatened control --
Mac’s, Blake’s, especially Lori’s -- and Lori was very much about maintaining
control over her life. And he and Blake loved her enough to let her have it, no
matter how much they’d grown to resent her dominatrix persona.
It was probably a mistake to seek her out tonight,
but Mac couldn’t help himself. He had to be with her one more time while they
still had the illusion of anonymity. That would all change come morning. Maybe
Come morning, when the news media started rehashing “the
Southland’s most shocking murders,” the three of them would be front-page news.
Would the limelight reveal the three were a threesome? Probably not.
They had been discreet, after all. But it would make future liaisons difficult,
if not impossible, for a long time to come. So Mac had to see Lori tonight.
Blake wouldn’t be long in following.
A private call for her to meet them would have done
the trick. Lori wouldn’t have hesitated to meet them anywhere. But since she
and Mac were both scheduled to attend Oliver Holbrook’s fund-raiser for cancer
research, why bother with the facade? The event was packed. Someone here was
bound to make the years-old connection between him, Blake, and Lori in the days
to come. A few would even know Lori as Soleil -- one-third of Oliver’s
triumvirate of legendary dommes, a trio now minus one since Maneater had
announced her retirement the month before.
Mac shrugged. People could think what they wanted. They
would anyway. Mac needed Lori in his arms, in his bed. He literally ached to
have her, physically and emotionally. Ached all the more because he couldn’t do
much to protect her from what was about to happen.
Hell, he couldn’t protect any of them.
Lori’s smile brightened when she spied him. How she
managed to see him… Mac smiled back. The woman had excellent radar where he and
Blake were concerned.
She truly did look like sunshine. “You are my
sunshine.” The song would always feel like a knife to the heart in bad ways
and in good.
He shook the memories away and watched her thread
her way around the tables toward him, pausing every now and then when a couple
on their way to the dance floor stopped to speak with her. Each time she was
gracious, patient, a true lady.
Her long blonde hair beckoned fingers into its
depths and promised gold in return. Few men knew how soft and thick it felt;
only those she truly trusted were allowed the honor. Mac could count that
number on one hand.
Her red silk dress draped her body, hinting at
generous curves rather than broadcasting them to the world. Understated
elegance, unmatched beauty. The hem rippled above her perfectly cut calves;
matching red high heels showed her legs to their full advantage.
Lori walked past the last table and picked up her
pace. Her smile brightened. His heart did that little hiccup, liked he’d driven
over a hill too fast. Mac reached for her at the same time she lifted her arms
to embrace him. Then she was flush against him. Relief flooded his senses at
the connection. This wasn’t a social hug. It lasted too long, was too tight,
too perfect. Anyone paying attention could see the bond between them. It was
all Mac could do not to clamp his hand over her ass and grind his cock into her
belly, kiss those full red lips.
“What a wonderful surprise.” Lori nuzzled against
his cheek and inhaled. Mac loved when she did that, like she was reimprinting
his scent on her soul. It made him feel so male.
Lori drew back but kept her pelvis pressed to his. “Is
Blake with you?” Her brown eyes sparkled with affection.
Mac slipped his hands to her waist, ordering his
thumbs not to wander upward to her breasts. “Soon. Right now he’s circling the
The light in her eyes dimmed. She’d been
frustratingly stubborn over this whole thing, glaring into space with jaw
clenched when they tried to talk about it. Mac knew doing so resurrected the
memories Lori tried to bury.
“I see,” Lori finally said. “And you?”
Mac managed a halfhearted grin. “Circling you.”
She traced the smile line bracketing his mouth. “You
worry too much.” With a glimmer of mischief, she added, “Have you eaten?”
He chuckled and tapped his index finger against the
tip of her nose. “Pot, kettle, black. As for eating, I could fill my answer
with all sorts of naughty little innuendos --”
She feigned a gasp. “Is that what’s wedged between
us? An innuendo?”
“Well, I’ve never had it called that before,” he
said with a laugh.
“And certainly never little either.” Lori
winked and put some distance between them. “So…have you eaten? I can have the
kitchen whip you up something.”
He cupped her elbow, then tickled his fingers down
her arm until he could lace them through hers. “All I want is you. I need you,
Lori. Now. Tonight.” Before everything goes to hell tomorrow.
“I’ll get my purse.” No question, no hesitation -- that
was the nature of the relationship the three of them had. They were always
there for one another. She leaned in as if to kiss him, then whispered, “How do
you always know exactly when I need you?”
The emotion her words churned was almost too much to
bear. He drew in the scent of her, just as she’d done with him. Words escaped
him. Mac gave her another hug, kissed her cheek, and spied Oliver Holbrook
headed their way, her small red purse clutched in his hand.
“Looks like Oliver’s anticipated our need.” He kept
his arm loosely around her waist as she turned.
Lori’s heat shimmered around him. “Ah, he is the
Mac had to agree. Oliver anticipated everyone’s
needs and met them with unerring accuracy. The man was ageless. It seemed he
hadn’t changed in the fifteen years they’d known him. No gray dared to pepper
his blond hair. No lines crept over his tan features. He was as fit and trim as
the day Mac and Blake had met him. The man oozed class, whether in a tux and
diamond cuff links or jeans and a T-shirt. One of the most influential men in
California, if not the world. A business nod from Oliver Holbrook meant
success, and he’d nodded at Mac Jordan and Blake Patterson years ago when he
suggested they open up their own security and investigation firm. It was by far
one of the best moves they’d ever made.
“I thought you’d want this.” Oliver handed the purse
to Lori. His subtle smile blessed their need for a private moment.
“Right as usual.” Lori kissed Oliver’s cheek. “Thank
“My pleasure.” Oliver zeroed in on Mac. “I’ll have
room service send up a little something. I doubt you’ve eaten much today.”
Two comments in the space of five minutes? Either
they knew him too well, or he was looking emaciated. Mac had a feeling it was
the former. He hadn’t eaten much. His stomach was too twisted in knots.
Lori pressed her palm to Oliver’s chest. “I’ll call
Oliver grunted a response, then lifted her fingers
to his lips. “Have a good time. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.
But then, you both already know that.” He dropped a quick kiss to her hand,
then walked away.
Hand against her lower back, Mac guided her toward
the exit. “I understand Blake finally got you to agree to stay here for the
“I let Blake book me a suite for a couple of days to
appease you both. Plus it allowed me to enjoy a glass or two of wine tonight
without having to worry about the drive home.”
Oliver would have seen she’d gotten home. Mac didn’t
call her on what he suspected was a half-truth. If she’d caved to Blake’s
demand to lie low, maybe she was more worried about tomorrow than she let on.
Or maybe she’d done it to shut them up.
“But I’m not missing work tomorrow,” she added.
Okay…perhaps not so worried after all.
He and Blake should have taken a direct stand with
Lori on this, convinced her to go somewhere safe with them until the media
storm was over. Instead, Mac and Blake continued the pattern so ingrained in
their relationship, giving Lori the control she needed in her life. There were
times when that was the hardest thing to do. Lonely times. Scary times. Like
now. Damn scary. If they fucked this up, he and Blake would never forgive
themselves. How hard could they hold on to her before they risked losing her
Mac couldn’t bear the thought. That’s why he’d come
here now, while Blake planned a full and aggressive charge for tomorrow.
“Let us at least set you up with a bodyguard to help
keep the wolves at bay.”
Lori turned her head his way as they neared the
elevator, where several others waited. “Don’t.” Command edged her voice. “If
you came here tonight to wear down my resolve, you can leave. I agreed to the
suite. Anything or anyone more is only going to draw undue attention to me. You
know I can’t have that. You’re making entirely too much of this.”
She glared up at him. What was the sense in arguing?
He wanted the night in her arms, not them being at odds…again.
“So what is it?” she asked. “Stay or go? I left a
lovely chocolate-raspberry cheesecake back there begging for my mouth.”
Mac’s neck hairs bristled. He hated when she used
her domme tone with him. He was one of her men, damn it, not a client, although
he more than enjoyed when she took the lead in the bedroom. There was only so
much a man could take.
He drew Lori to a stop far enough away from the
elevator to avoid being overheard. “Is that what I have to do? Beg for your
mouth? If Blake and I beg you to be watchful and have a bodyguard, would
you finally agree?” Anger welled up. Mac couldn’t fight it. “Wait, I get it. You’re
the domme. It’s your responsibility to see we get what we need. Well, we need
you to --”
Lori pressed her palms into his chest, her forehead
against his chin. “Not tonight, Mac. Please. I need this. I need you. I don’t
want to argue anymore.”
He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent,
absorbing the feel of her body next to his. “Agreed.” Mac kissed her forehead,
fought the urge to pat her ass, then moved them toward the elevator once more.
“Besides,” she said in a low voice, “if it’s the domme
in me you want, then I’m the one who decides what you need. Are you
willing to give me all the control in the bedroom?”
Mac managed a chuckle and bent near her ear. “Don’t
I always, sweetheart?”
Her sly smile chased the clouds away, and she picked
up her pace, silently commanding Mac to follow.
The doors opened as they neared, and they crowded
inside the elevator with ten other people. Everyone seemed to have the same
destination -- the twelfth floor. It made conversation impossible, but the
tight quarters wedged Lori against him. She flexed her ass cheeks, somehow
using the exercise to stroke his erection. He slipped his hand around her
waist, splaying it over her belly, and anchored her against him. Dry humping
her where they stood sounded like a damn fine option to him. Mac didn’t mind an
audience. The more the merrier.
Lori subtly rocked her hips over his erection. Mac
braced himself against the wall and inched his hand higher until his thumb
brushed the underside of her breast. He felt more than heard her gasp and
nailed her hip in place with his other hand. He indulged in a pivot of his own.
She turned her face toward his and licked her lips. By the time the doors
opened, her eyes glimmered with the promise of hot sex. Mac could barely see
Lori led the way to her corner suite with a stride
that boasted the confidence she commanded as Soleil. He’d be lying if he said
she wasn’t intoxicating. Mac would never go the discipline route, but he sure
as hell loved when Lori took the reins of pleasure in the bedroom. After all
these years, all the times they’d been with each other, the want still existed
stronger than ever. And when it was the three of them together…
A shudder down his spine threatened to make him
come. Uncaring if anyone saw, Mac squeezed his cock into submission. He caught
Lori’s I’m-going-to-fuck-you smile from the corner of his eye. She fished the
key card from her purse and handed it to him.
“Want to stick it in?”
Another shudder quivered down his spine. “You’re
evil.” He snatched the card from her.
Lori giggled and squeezed his left butt cheek. Her
tongue found its way into his ear. His steady hand stabbed the key card into
the lock, but his insides were mush.
She danced by when Mac shoved the door open. “I’m
going to take my makeup off. I won’t be long.”
Mac admired the sway of her hips. “I’ll amuse myself
while I wait.”
She spun around and kept walking backward. “Don’t
amuse yourself too much.” Lori gave him her back. Her husky laughter settled in
his gut, then slithered to his groin.
“Take your time, sweet cheeks,” he called out. He
stroked the ridge of hard cock swelling his trousers, wishing she’d turn
around, fall to her knees before him, pull his aching erection from its prison,
then suck it deep into her hot mouth. Lori kept walking. He squeezed his cock,
gave it a hard stroke, then slid his hand to his abdomen. “I can diddle fart
with the best of them.”
“Whew…don’t I know it!” she shouted.
Mac laughed at the verbal uppercut, letting Lori win
He followed her path through the living area and
into a bedroom large enough to fit three king-size beds. Lori had left the
bathroom door half-open. Her dress lay in a pool of red silk on the creamy
Mac scooped the dress up to his face, inhaling Lori’s
essence as he walked to the closet. The ache grew to a breathtaking intensity.
At this rate, he wasn’t going to last long tonight.
He hung up the dress, then did the same with his
suit, making sure trousers and jacket flanked the silk and hopefully absorbed
Lori’s scent. Mac was down to his boxers when a pair of red heels flew out of
“What? Am I your maid now?” he asked.
Lori responded by throwing her red lace bra and
satin panties out. Mac had no choice -- he stripped his boxers off and tossed
them toward the bathroom. He missed the shot by a mile. Admitting defeat, he
snagged the panties on his way to a bed made for loving.
Gold braid secured black bed curtains to the
floor-to-ceiling posts. It was the only flash of color in the otherwise
neutrally decorated suite. Set on a platform, the king-size bed was the focal
point of the room.
Mac yanked the covers down and crawled in. The
mattress cradled him in comfort. His cock pointed skyward, harder than any of
the four posts could ever hope to be. Mac brought Lori’s panties to his face.
The smoky scent of her arousal slithered through him. He rubbed his cheek into
the satin, then brushed the scrap of red down his chest, over his nipples, and tickled
around his navel before twirling it around his cock.
His balls drew tighter, ready to shoot. Mac fisted
satin and cock, squeezing hard to fight the rush. His hips didn’t listen.
Propelled by lust, they pumped his erection into his grip. Mac snarled and
jerked his hands to his sides. He flexed his fingers into the sheet, pulling in
hard breaths to shore up his resolve while he counted backward from one
thousand. It wasn’t easy with Lori’s panties dangling over his penis, crotch
perfectly poised over the head, taunting him to come into them.
“That’s the most tempting sight I’ve seen in a long
time.” Lori stalked his way, naked as the day she was born, long hair pulled
over her shoulders so nothing hid her full breasts. She was fresh faced and
damned sexy with curves that personified her as woman.
“I look at you, and I want to come.” The bed dipped
with her weight as she crawled up between his feet.
“I know the feeling well.” Mac’s words came out
Her hair fell forward, tickling his legs. Goose
bumps lifted the hairs on his body. Lori’s gaze swept over him. She dipped her
head lower, draping a curtain of silky blonde over his calves. Her breasts
touched Mac; he gasped. Her hard nipples dragged up his legs. His balls contracted,
hard and ready to burst. Her soft hair kissed them, then brushed over his cock.
She nuzzled her breasts against his thighs and rubbed upward, capturing his
testicles first and then his dick between.
Mac wanted to fuck her breasts. Wanted the suction
of her full lips while he did so. Wanted to shoot his jism between those
beautiful tits, then rub his cum over them. Then let his semen glue them
together while he fucked her again, true and hard.
“Fuck me, sweetheart.”
Lori licked her lips, gaze measuring his erection. “I
decide when you get fucked and when I allow you to come.” Dipping her head, she
blew a hot breath over his balls. Mac’s damned hips pushed his cock higher. The
panties trickled down. Lori peeled them away and traced her tongue up the
underside of his cock.
Mac groaned and beat his fists against the mattress.
“Please. I swear, it’s torture tonight.”
Lori twirled the panties on her finger. Mac
suspected she was giving him a chance to rein in some control. He blessed her
“Is it, now? I could bind your limbs to these four
posts and show you what real torture is. Pull a cock ring from my bag of tricks
and leave you hard and ready for my pleasure only, until your balls turn
blue from the cum trapped in them. Trapped like you’d be…at my mercy.” Her low,
husky voice sank into his bones.
“God, honey.” His cock twitched, seeking her attention.
A word from him and Lori would do all that and more. But for him, fantasy was
so much more fulfilling than reality.
Mac snagged a strand of her long blonde hair and
curled it loosely around his finger. “Softer than the finest silk.” He tickled
it over her cheek, loving the way she sighed and closed her eyes.
He tugged gently, urging her nearer until her
nipples brushed his chest hair. Lori moaned and rubbed through it, gasping when
Mac cupped her breast and pinched her nipple.
She braced one hand on his chest and eased away. Mac
was torn between reluctance and anticipation -- he wanted her now, but he also
knew from that damn sexy gleam in her eyes that she was planning something
Satin panties circled his cock. Mac spread his
thighs, inviting her to love his balls with the material. Lori tied the panties
around his erection instead. The double knot lay perched in his pubic hair; the
ends fluttered down against his testicles.
“I can’t wait either tonight.” Lori swung astride
him, aimed, and seated his penis deep inside her pussy.
Mac gripped her hips to keep her still. Fire pulsed
up his cock. Tingles crawled over his balls -- they loved the feel of her ass
pressing down on them. Lori braced her fingers over his forearms, letting Mac
have his way. He focused outward, drinking in the sight of her. How was it
possible she got more beautiful with every year?
He slid his fingers upward to her breasts, thumbed
her nipples until she groaned and rolled her hips. Another rush overwhelmed
him. “I’m not coming without you, sweetheart.”
“Damn right you’re not. You don’t come until I’m
The command in her voice nearly made him a liar.
He brushed his hands under the curves of her
breasts, over her ribs, down the stomach she worked so hard to keep flat, yet which
still retained that sweet cushion of softness he loved.
Lori tensed when he neared the scars below her belly
button. After all this time, she should know they didn’t matter. They never
had. But they still made her self-conscious and shoved the Soleil part of Lori
Mac fought memories of his own, and with them, the
fear that he and Blake had almost lost her before they’d gotten the chance to
know her, a chance for all this. Panic made his heart race.
Lori averted her gaze, cheeks pink with embarrassment.
The want between them diminished. Mac refused to let it die.
Smiling, he brushed his thumbs against her pussy
lips. Her clit rested atop the double knot -- a blood ruby on a satin pedestal.
Drawing her juices from her folds, Mac traced his thumbs over the peak, first
one and then the other.
“Play with your tits and fuck me, gorgeous.”
“Say please,” she ordered, seizing control once
“Please,” he whispered.