Happenstance(39)

“You heard the woman,” Tobias says, his mouth in her hair now, too, his index finger slowly brushing side to side over the hard point of her nipple, through the barrier of her dress. “Let’s go. Every second she goes without pleasure is a travesty.”

Banks’s mouth rides across the smooth ridge of her shoulder. “It scares me that I’m beginning to agree with him more and more.”

The elevator doors whoosh open and that’s when it occurs to me that I actually have to walk while this aroused. Holy shit. I’m barely able to stand. “Just get me there,” Elise murmurs against my mouth and I am flung into motion, simply because she asked me. She made the command, and my entire life seems to be about her needs now. Elise needs it and I deliver.

No questions asked.

The three of us are walking down the hotel corridor, Tobias leading the pack, key in hand. I carry Elise in my arms, glancing right and left for threats, as if a monster is going to jump out of the shadows and snatch her away. It’s a ridiculous fear, but logic doesn’t apply to how I feel about this woman. Banks is behind me and without seeing them, I know they are having some kind of communication through eye contact, the way they frequently do. For some reason, that doesn’t make me as jealous as before. He looks out for her. He checks in with her. Elise should have as many people protecting her as possible, shouldn’t she?

Tobias taps the key card against its sensor, holds the door open as I carry Elise inside. My heartbeat is rapping loudly in my ears. I’m salivating, my hands moving of their own accord, sliding up beneath her dress to cradle her naked ass cheeks, no way to stop myself from thrusting my hips upward, making her whimper. And we attack each other’s mouths, the privacy of the room peeling away that last iota of hesitancy.

A hand on my back guides me through a parlor, a living area and finally we’re in the bedroom. I sit down on the edge of a bed without seeing it, Elise a full on cock tease in my lap, riding up and back while pushing the tuxedo jacket over my shoulders and down. Off. Her fingers working the buttons on the front of my dress shirt. She forgets to untie the bowtie, so I must look like a Chippendales dancer. Ask me if I care when she’s struggling to breathe against my mouth, her fingernails scraping across my scalp, looking into my eyes and making sense of all the pain and turmoil and confusion I’ve felt over the last few months. Maybe longer. Maybe my whole life. She’s here now and it’s fine.

A lamp is turned on with a click, filling the room with a golden glow.

Banks lifts Elise off my lap and I growl, trying to haul her back down. Until he quickly lays a hand on my shoulder. “Relax. I’m undressing her for you.” He stares at me hard, but there’s no aggression there. Something tells me he’s just trying to reach me through the Elise-fog that’s surrounding me. “Put on protection for her.”

I exhale and try to gather my thoughts, but it’s no use. She’s consumed me.

And when Banks unzips her dress, grinds his jaw and shoves the garment down to the floor, revealing that her golden tan runs to every lithe inch of her, she sends me a dazed smile. In that moment, I know with total certainty that I’m going to be obsessed with Elise Brandeis as long as I live.





Chapter Twelve





The room is spinning.

Hands and mouths caress my skin. My thighs, bare stomach and throat. The snap of my bra is like a firework going off in the cool, quiet room and then my nipples are tightening into a painful pucker, spurred by the air conditioning, the men on either side of me removing my clothes, arousing me for a third man who watches me like a bear who is on the hunt for his first pot of honey after a long hibernation.

Tobias steps in front of me, temporarily blocking my view of Gabe. He looks me straight in the eye and tucks his pinkie finger into the front waistband of my panties, dropping to his knees and slowly, slowly peeling the garment down to my ankles. He is nearly eye level with my sex, but still has to lean down slightly, heat spreading in his eyes, tilting his head as he studies me there. His chest starts to move faster, his hands clenching tightly around my panties.

“She’s almost ready.” His warm breath on my flesh makes me gasp, my left hand reaching for Banks and he takes it quickly. Tobias watches the movement, his upper lip stiffening. “Almost,” he repeats. “Gabe is going to need her right on the edge if he’s going to get her to the finish line.”

“Stop talking about me like a race car.”

“My apologies.” He lays a hot kiss on my sex and against my will, I start to tremble. Damn this deeply ingrained attraction to him. I hold my breath and watch as he sits down and lays the back of his head on the edge of the bed. “If you were a race car, you’d be a Ferrari, by the way. That sort of makes us your pit crew.” He crooks his finger at me, swallowing hard enough that I can see the lump lift and plummet in his throat. So much bravado. “What say you come closer for a little tune-up, love?”

I want to punch him in the face and feel him on top of me at the same time.

How is that possible?

As if sensing my confusion, Banks kisses my shoulder, his knuckle trailing up and down in the split of my backside. “Do you want that?” He reaches between my thighs from behind, dragging his middle finger through my flesh and spreading the wetness all the way back. Like, the back, shooting my eyes a little wider. For a moment, with these three hungry males surrounding me, touching me in places I haven’t been touched before, I wonder if I’m out of my depth, but I discard the worry just as quickly. I’m in control here. They’ve put me in control. “Do you want to kneel over his face, Elise?” Banks asks urgently against my ear. “While I kneel behind you?”