Beyond Control(20)

Whatever the bastard from Sector Eight had said to Dallas, it hadn't made him happy. Lex made a soothing noise and beckoned him. "Time to hide from them for a while."

Mad abandoned the sofa to make room for Dallas, who dropped to the plush cushions with a groan. "That's how I kept from wringing his damn neck. I thought about how disappointed you'd be if we had to waste the night shooting our way across two sectors to get home."

"What the hell did he say?" she asked.

Dallas snagged her with one arm and hauled her into his lap so she was straddling his thighs, her face level with his. Still scowling, he traced his thumb along her jaw. "He was impressed with how neatly you cut Colby's knees out from under him. He wants to buy a girl from Cerys and have me train her up like I did you."

A notion almost as laughable as it was horrible. "Someone doesn't understand how the concept works, hmm? A woman who'll speak her mind?"

"Like he could handle one." Dallas let his head thump back against the sofa and grinned up at her. "Besides, there's only one Lex."

"Only me." The tension started to seep from his muscles, and she stroked her hands up his arms. "Did you tell him to go f*ck himself?"

"Worse. I told him Cerys sent you to me just the way you are." He stroked her throat and the soft lace edging her collar. "I hope she sends him a clever little spy who jerks his territory out from under him. I don't care if it makes her stronger."

Bren couldn't let that stand. "You can't afford not to care," he told Dallas firmly. "Cerys is ruthless."

"Fine, I don't care tonight," Dallas amended. "He's already got it in his head to take one of Cerys's girls, and I was too f*cking pissed to talk him out of it."

Lex nuzzled his cheek. "Don't listen to Bren. You need to relax for a while, or you'll drive yourself nuts."

"Mmm." His hands fell to her hips, edging her closer. "You gonna help me relax?"

No matter what he'd promised before dinner, he couldn't mean to include Mad and Bren--especially since at least one of them had to pull first watch. Still, just knowing the other men could hear the gentle command was its own measure of arousal. Her skin prickled, and her nipples tightened. "Is that an order?"

He kept one hand on her hip and caught her chin with the other, his thumb coming to rest against her lips. "All night, all those bastards' eyes on you. They wish they owned you, even Cerys. But they don't, do they?"

She couldn't move her mouth under the bruising pressure of his thumb, so she shook her head.

"That's right. You're an O'Kane." He eased his thumb down, forcing her lips apart. "And you had your hand on my dick half the night. Get on your knees and finish what you started."

The urge to obey trembled through her. She wanted him in her mouth, but not as much as she wanted to challenge him with a little bite. So she did it literally, closing her teeth sharply on his thumb.

He laughed and drove his other hand into her hair, twisting as he surged to his feet and spilled her to the floor. "Fine, Lexie. I'll get just as hard putting you there myself. Maybe harder."

He held tight to her hair, the delicious pressure skirting close to pain, and her hand brushed his erection as she reached for his belt buckle. "That's how I like it. Hard enough to be a little rough."

"I know." He gave her hair an extra sharp tug as a fond smile curved his lips. "You got a taste of what you like. You want more? Give me what I like."

She glanced over her shoulder. Mad quirked one eyebrow at her from a large cushion, and Bren's fingers had constricted around his glass. "You're a tease, Dallas," he muttered darkly.

"I'm a selfish bastard," Dallas corrected, dragging Lex's head back around. "Ask them if they'll watch, Lex. Ask them if they'll do it because it makes you hot."

"I don't ask anyone for anything." She pulled his belt buckle open. "Nobody but you."

His eyes sparked, and his slow smile promised sex, the kind where you came so hard you'd ache for days. "That's my girl." He looked past her. "You two can make yourselves scarce or park your asses on the couch and enjoy the show. I'll return the favor when Cerys sends a girl around to bounce on your dicks."

Bren set his glass on the bar with a gentle thump. "Someone has to make sure Cerys doesn't send bullets or blades instead. I'll man the door."

"All right." Dallas stroked Lex's cheek. "And, Bren? Don't let anyone in. Not even one of the girls. I'm not in the mood to be interrupted."

"Yes, sir."

The door clicked shut, and Mad rose before circling to stand next to Dallas. For once, Lex couldn't decipher the odd look in his eyes. Assessment, maybe, or anticipation. "Sure you don't want a hand, boss? Or two? I'll put 'em wherever you want 'em and keep my dick to myself."

"Stay close," Dallas murmured, still caressing Lex's face. "If she doesn't get my f*cking pants open in the next ten seconds, I may have you spank her ass."

Not quite a tease, because he was fully capable of doing it. Lex turned to lick his wrist, running her tongue over the ink marking his skin, and jerked at his zipper. Her fingers shook when she wrapped them around the thick, hot length of his cock to guide it free.

He shuddered before easing her hand out of the way and gripping the shaft. "Hands at the small of your back, Lex. Mad, find something to tie them there."

He walked away, and Lex leaned toward Dallas as she crossed her wrists behind her back. "I thought you liked having me touch you."

Challenge didn't transcend the lust in his eyes as he stroked his fist up the length of his erection, but it came close. "You need your hands to get me off?"

There was no part of her she wouldn't use, her hands or voice or tongue. She rubbed her cheek against his fingers and licked them before continuing on to his hard, pulsing heat.

He groaned with the first touch of her tongue, and her victory was the involuntary twitch of his hips, pushing the crown of his cock past her lips. Rough fingertips dug into the back of her head, and Dallas's voice dropped to a low rumble. "I thought about this during that whole stupid show. I could've shown them a Sector Four barbarian. Demanded you blow me right there at the dinner table."

That and more, anything to draw those harsh noises of pleasure that echoed inside her, left her wet and desperate for relief. Lex pushed on, taking him deeper without his urging.

"Fuck." The word seemed torn from him against his will, but more followed, gruff and intense. "You would've done it. You would have let me f*ck your face, and they would have thought I owned you, because they're stupid f*cks. They'll never get it."

Cerys would. She understood the power a woman could have on her knees, the intense give and take of control that made a man like Dallas so dangerous.

And so delectable.

She didn't realize Mad had returned until his fingers slid down her arms. Silk followed, a sumptuous length of fabric that had undoubtedly been left for this purpose. Mad tied her wrists with a few deft movements and released her, but she could still feel him behind her, an extension of Dallas's will.

Delectable.

With her hands bound, she was finally free to move. Lex flexed her fingers, testing the silk. It held fast, and she turned her attention to licking the ridge around the head of Dallas's cock with her tongue. She flicked the sensitive spot just under the crown, tapped it with her tongue, and looked up to meet his eyes.

"Suck me," he whispered, the softness of the command not blunting it in the least. "Deep and hard and fast. Get me off."

A shudder tore through her. Maybe she'd exhausted his patience already, driven him past the point of prolonging his pleasure.

Or maybe he wanted to come because he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.

She moved--quick and deep, just like he'd said--her own excitement speeding her movements. He wanted so much, and she felt it all, especially when he growled and pushed against the back of her head.

"Take off her corset," he growled, and Mad reached around to tug at the laces crisscrossing her breasts.

So heavy and full. Lex moaned in the split second before one more thrust took him all the way into the back of her throat. She swallowed, held him there, her breath cut off as surely as her resistance. Arousal thrummed in her veins, bloomed within her until she was certain the rigid leather was all that held her in check. Without it, the cool air and Mad's hands and Dallas's eyes would drive her over the edge, and she'd explode.

Dallas snarled and dragged her head back, and the latches on her corset gave way just in time. Mad pulled it wide, and Dallas jerked his hand roughly over his dick before groaning his release. Semen spilled across her breasts, a primal mark of possession every bit as real as the collar and the ink--and as subtle as a hard left hook to the jaw.