Crossing the Line (10 page)

He took his time. Let his eyes wander over every inch of the sexy sight before him. “I can do that.” Oh yeah, he definitely could.

Chapter Five

After settling the tab from dinner, Jeremy had gone back to his cabin to make some necessary phone calls. One to say goodnight to his son—that was never a hardship—and a couple work-related check-ins that couldn’t wait until Monday. He’d cleared the decks as much as possible for this weekend, but with an overseas project involving millions of dollars, he couldn’t truly step away, not even for a day. Now he stood outside Derrick and Hanna’s cabin. Their dark, empty cabin.

Knowing those two, they’d detoured off the cobblestone path for some immediate gratification. He checked his watch. They’d left the restaurant about forty minutes ago. Either Derrick was doing some tantric thing or they’d fallen asleep behind a shrub somewhere. Ten years together and they still fucked like newlyweds. Hell, probably more than most newlyweds.

With that thought, they came into view. Leisurely strolling along the path. Arms wrapped around each other. A big, easy smile on Derrick’s face, Hanna practically glowing. So obviously in love. Happy together.

What the hell was he doing, getting in the middle of that? Jeremy grunted. He wouldn’t be in the middle, Hanna would. He was just here to serve as a bookend. A bookend who’d be getting his cock sucked by a gorgeous woman he’d always been attracted to, and who wanted him here. And yeah, his pants just got noticeably tighter.

“Sorry we kept you waiting.” Hanna smiled at him, though her arms stayed around her husband. “We went for a walk and lost track of time.”

“Not a problem, I just got here. Had some business calls to make so my cell doesn’t ring tonight.”

Derrick laughed. “Don’t worry, buddy…” His fingers lazily stroked Hanna’s shoulder. “You’ll be too distracted to hear the damn thing buzzing.”

Fucking right he would. All night long. “So. A walk, huh?” He let his eyes linger on Hanna’s face—her full, richly colored lips, the pert little nose, those big, golden-brown eyes. “Sure you weren’t having dessert without me?”

Her cheeks bloomed pink. Goddamn, so beautiful. “We didn’t sneak any dessert. Derrick found a tree he knew I’d want to see, because it’d remind me of something special from my childhood.” She planted a chaste kiss on her husband’s bearded chin. “But I’m sure you’re aware his sweet, thoughtful side after all your years together.”

After having his fingers inside Hanna at the restaurant, Derrick had taken her to see a tree. Not to fuck her against the tree, but to
look
at it, for some old time’s sake. Jeremy glanced from Hanna to Derrick, who just shrugged and smiled—the smile of a man who had everything he wanted and full confidence he wouldn’t lose it. Lucky bastard.

“Anyway…” Hanna disentangled herself and took a few sexy steps in Jeremy’s direction. Any concerns he’d had a few minutes earlier vanished when she trailed a finger over his Adam’s apple and into the unbuttoned section of his shirt. “We’re all here now.”

“At your birthday party.” No worrying about permission from here out. He put his hands on her as if he had every right doing so. Ran his palms over the curves of her waist, hips and ass. Caught her wrist and cupped her hand over his fly. “No birthday cake, that’s your dessert. Want it?”

“Yes.” She squeezed, harder than Viv ever would’ve handled him, the touch of a woman who was plenty comfortable with the male anatomy.

“Do you believe her?” Derrick took position behind his wife, his hands resting on her shoulders. “I think she should prove it.” A bit of pressure to those bare, feminine shoulders and Hanna was on her way down.

To her knees. Then unzipping his pants, popping the button. Freeing his cock.

All he could do was stare. At her fingers as they coiled around him, her lips, parted and advancing on his cock, her tongue lapping at his slit.

She tilted her head a little, enough to look up at him with her wide, amber eyes. Fuck, a man could get lost in those eyes.

If he could see them. Derrick’s hand entered Jeremy’s field of vision. It spanned the back of Hanna’s head, not pushing exactly, but most certainly sending a message.
Get to work.
And Christ, she did exactly that. Her shiny lips sealed over the head of his cock, then slid down, down, all the way to the base. She hummed, gave him suction. So fucking good.

“Fingers out of your pussy, baby—that’s our job.” Derrick’s voice brought Jeremy back to his senses. Sort of. “I think she’s ready for us to take her inside.”

A downward glance confirmed Derrick’s description. Hanna’s free hand was between her legs, and her eyes, looking up at him once again, were dilated and glassy. From a minute, maybe less, of sucking him. Oh hell yes, they needed to take her inside. Immediately.

* * *

The heavy cabin door clicked closed behind them. One of the guys hit the light switch and a small table lamp came to life. The first thing that caught her attention—the bed. Of course. It was really going to happen, right now, in this room. Hanna turned to face them. Derrick with his longish, blond hair and goatee, dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and all his beautiful ink. Beside him—dark-haired, clean-shaven Jeremy, dressed to impress in black pants and a crisp, white shirt, its sleeves rolled to the elbows. What a view. Two gorgeous men—so different from one other, but both unbelievably hot. And both of them obviously hungry—for her.

“I need a minute to get ready.”

“Go ahead, we’ll wait,” Derrick said as he locked the cabin door. “Unless you want us to come in there and help.”

Oh, the things they could do to “help” in the neighboring luxury bathroom… She shook her head emphatically, garnering a sexy grin and chuckle from her husband.

“Get going then. I said we’d wait, I didn’t say we’d do it patiently.”

She grabbed her lingerie bag and headed for the open door. She flicked on the bathroom light but paused before going inside. “Your clothes stay on until I take them off. Got it?”

“Enjoy this moment of control, baby. Once we get you on your knees again, we’re taking it back.”

No comment from Jeremy, just a lethally sexy smile and twinkling, dark-brown eyes. Maybe dirty talk wasn’t his thing. Or maybe he just needed some female motivation. She’d be sure to give him some tonight.

Behind the closed door, she peeled off the dress with shaking hands. Then the bra. The huge mirror above the double vanity reflected her naked body. She shouldn’t be nervous—between the pictures and video Derrick had taken to show Jeremy, and how much of her had been exposed at the pool—Jeremy had already seen it all. Somehow that didn’t help the butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t gotten truly naked with anybody aside from Derrick since they met. And while her body was decent enough, she wasn’t exactly dedicated to exercise, as the men in the other room were. Derrick had no problem with some booty and boob jiggle. Hopefully Jeremy felt the same.

A laugh ripped in the next room. She pressed her ear to the door, which netted her some muffled talking. The only way to know what they were talking and laughing about would be to go in there. And there went those pesky butterflies again.

She ran water for a bath, sliding into the massive tub as soon as she had the temperature perfect. The water rose around her, tickling her inner thighs, then her breasts as it lapped against her skin. She took care of the utilitarian aspects of this dip, including shaving her legs for the second time today. Intentionally delaying her exit, yes. Because what they were about to do beyond that door was so much more than what’d happened at the pool. A dozen things could go wrong. Or everything could go amazingly right. She honestly wasn’t sure which possibility she feared most.

“Hey…” Derrick’s voice accompanied a quick tap on the door, which he opened without waiting for her reply. His head and one shoulder slipped through the crack he’d created. He homed in on her nipples where they peeked through a thin layer of bubbles and gave her the hubba-hubba eyebrows. “Think that tub would fit three?”

She glanced at the available space. “Um, not without one of us—at least—slipping and breaking something.”

“I’d take my chances.” More of his hunky frame entered the room. “The slope and height at the end of that tub looks about right for bending you over while you suck Jer’s dick. We get you positioned over one of those jets and it’ll be better than your vibrator.” He cocked his head, clearly working out the logistics in that perfectly dirty mind of his. “Yeah, I’m thinking this could work.”

“Oh no, I’m done in here.” She scrambled from the tub, nearly wiping out on the tiled floor in the process.

“Whoa…” He caught her before she totally splatted. He righted her, his hands sliding over her suds-slicked arms and back. Down to her ass, of course, which he cupped as he pulled her solidly against him. “Good thing I was here to catch you.”

“It’s your fault I fell.”

“Almost fell, since I saved you. Plus, your claim is bullshit.”

“Is not.” The argument of a simpleton, but thinking and speaking intelligently had gone down the drain with the bathwater the moment his fingers ventured between her legs.

“Is too.” He winked, then nodded toward the puddle she’d made beside the tub. “You didn’t put down a towel or the bathmat. And that was long before I walked in.”

“Shit.” Not that she always needed to be right, but there were times she really hating being proven wrong.

“Such a dirty mouth. I love it.”

She issued him a
hmph
and wiggled free of his arms. Waggled her fingers at him to shoo. “Get out of here so I can transform myself from adorable to irresistible.”

“Baby, you are
always
that.” Rather than turn around, he walked backward to the door, ravishing her with his eyes as he went. “Five minutes,” he said before closing the door.

No need to ask what’d happen if she exceeded the allotted time. His lust-laden grin answered that question.

She toweled off, moisturized, refreshed her makeup and brushed her teeth in record time. She pulled the remaining items from the bag. The barely-there panties Megan had gawked at, plus some accessories her bestie hadn’t seen.

Such as the beaded anal toy. She squirted a couple drops of lube onto the tip of the short, flexible toy and watched them slide down over the smallest of five adjoining balls. Ass man that he was, Derrick would enjoy finding—and removing—these.

She leaned over the counter and reached between her legs. She bit down on her bottom lip as she pushed the first bead past her rim. The first breach always felt so good. She teased the next, larger bead inside, then the next. God, two more to go and she already felt their presence. Already wanted to rub her clit until she came, which would take about thirty seconds. She rocked against the air as she slid the remainder of the beads inside.

She stood straight—oh god. She grabbed the edge of the sink, focused on her breathing. On anything but the beads filling her or the tingling hum of need brewing low in her core.

She stepped into the panties next. From the front, they looked like any other skimpy thong. Not from the back, though. She twisted so she could see her backside and arranged the rows of thin, black ribbons across her backside. The pink finger-loop of the probe peeked out from between her ass cheeks. Yup, not bad. Pretty damn sexy, if she did say so.

Lastly—the jewelry. What a find these had been. She’d finally worked up the nerve to stop at a body piercing salon and book an appointment to have her nipples done. But the very sweet—and equally yummy—piercer she’d spoken with had sensed her fear. He’d suggested she try non-pierced rings until she could look at the piercing equipment without turning six shades of green. She’d almost worn the pretty rings for Derrick—several times—instead of saving them for tonight. Somehow, she’d managed some self-restraint. Not an easy task around her husband. But it’d be worth it.

She positioned the first silver, filigree ring over her nipple. Then the second one. She gave each nipple a tug to draw the hard peaks higher through the center openings. Voilà, done.
So
pretty and sexy. They felt good, too, just tight enough to create a subtle, spreading heat.

She did a little shimmy in front of the mirror to ensure everything would stay put. Check and check. She slipped on the black suede stilettos she’d borrowed from Megan and took one last look. Heart pounding madly within her chest, she opened the door to what would undoubtedly be the hottest birthday party ever.

* * *

Jesus, she was beautiful. Yeah, he’d thought that every day for the last ten years, and yeah, he was biased because he’d been madly in-fucking-love with her every one of those days, but damn. He glanced over at Jeremy. Dude’s mouth was practically on the floor, and that was saying something for a guy with Jeremy’s composure.

“Aren’t you going to sing me ‘Happy Birthday’?”

“Safe to say we’ll do anything you want right now, baby.”

“I’ll second that,” Jeremy said. “But I think we can find better ways to celebrate than singing.”

Her eyes moved back and forth between them. A deep-pink blush covered her cheeks, it’d even crept down her neck to the upper part of her chest. Hard to believe she was embarrassed or nervous after what they’d already done today. Maybe it wasn’t the doing part, just how to get started. He could help with that.

“C’mere.” Derrick opened his arms and, boom, she was there. “Hey, beautiful.” He cupped her face and kissed her until she sighed into his mouth. Didn’t want her getting too relaxed. He eased back a bit. Pushed away the hair that’d settled in front of her shoulders so he could feast his eyes on her tits and their shiny new decorations. He brushed his thumbs over the hard nubs standing in the middle of the silver rings. “These are fucking incredible. Do they hurt?”

“No, they’re tight, but it’s a good, tingly sensation.”

“You have to show me where you got them so I can buy you more stuff like this.” He dipped down and flicked a nipple with his tongue. Caught it between his teeth and tugged the way he knew made her instantly hot. “Maybe something with clamps or chains.”