Danger of Desire (2 page)

When we broke apart, I was gasping and I could feel my pulse in my swollen lips. Anyone looking at me would know that I’d been thoroughly kissed—my eyes were glazed and my cheeks flushed—but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Donovan looked at me intently for long seconds and after nodding as if in response to a voice only he could hear, he pulled away and opened the Jeep door.

“I’ll see you later, Pet,” was all he said, and he climbed in and was gone.

I stood there for long moments not knowing whether to scream or stomp or cry, finally settling on stomping my boot covered feet in anger before heading to my own truck. I swung open the door, climbed in and slammed it with all the force I could muster, so frustrated that I could have bitten through nails.

Every nerve in my body was wracked, my panties were soaking wet, my knees were shaking, and with every heartbeat, my lips pulsed and reminded me of the plundering kiss I had just experienced.

Four months he was gone… FOUR MONTHS, and within twenty-four hours of returning he had me so wrapped up in knots that I didn’t know what to do.

I started the truck and slammed it into first, grinding the gears along with my teeth. I turned towards my apartment knowing that if I didn’t get some satisfaction I was going to be the first certifiable case of spontaneous combustion in Western New York. I floored the accelerator and drove as if every demon in Hell were after me.

All the way home, my mind was consumed with visions of Donovan suckling my nipples, or licking my clit, or slamming wetly into my aching pussy. My frustration was compounded by thoughts of Jack standing behind me, cupping my breasts, grinding his cock into my ass, and whispering his desires in a voice so dark that light simply ceased to exist.

As I slid into a parking spot I couldn’t help but think of the parallels of a cock sliding into a welcoming pussy, and my knees almost buckled under me as I slid from my seat. I managed to make it into the elevator without collapsing, and I mentally applauded my success, only to end up silently screaming as the shaking of my hands delayed my entry into my apartment. I jumped when my cell phone started ringing, but I let it go to voicemail. I only had one thing on my mind at that moment and it
wasn’t
talking on the phone.

On my third try, I managed to insert my key in the lock. I was again swamped by penetration visuals, and as I finally managed to slam the door behind me closed, I began to strip as quickly as I could. I fumbled with my button-fly, damning Donovan
and
Jack for not being here to do it for me, and when I finally got my jeans and panties off I immediately slid two fingers into my dripping, aching slit. I pressed the pads of the fingers on my other hand against the side of my clit, rubbing it in tiny circles, knowing that it would only take seconds for me to bring myself to orgasm if I could just focus on it.

The Universe, again, stepped in in the form of the phone ringing. My attention split, I could feel my climax growing more distant and I stroked my clit frantically trying to regain the precipice of pleasure, only to cry out in frustration as it slipped away completely when the answering machine picked up. I heard Jack’s voice and I let out a manic laugh at the irony of it all.

“Darcy? Is everything okay?” his dulcet tones carried a note of concern. “I saw you peeling out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. You didn’t even notice me,” he accused.

I stood there in my jacket and shirt and nothing else, fingers dripping, and growled at his intrusion. I might not have noticed him
this
time, but I noticed him every
other
time. That was one of the reasons I was
in
this state.

“You didn’t pick up your cell, and you aren’t picking up your land line,” he said, the concern ratcheting up a notch, “I get the feeling something’s wrong. I’ll be at your place in three minutes. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m on my way.”

If I weren’t so ready to kill him I’d have thought his concern endearing. As it was, I was standing covered in pussy juices, clothes strewn from my front door to my living room, and Jack—all 220 biteable pounds of him—would be here in three minutes.

I grabbed my jeans and my panties from the floor—their wetness would be a dead giveaway to one of Collins Security’s observation freaks—and started for the bedroom when my front door suddenly burst in on its hinges. I jumped at the sound, and spun, clutching my clothes closer to me as I was faced down by a dangerous looking Jack, his gun drawn, arms flexed, and booted feet spread. He looked like a rampaging angel come to destroy his enemies and I felt my pulse begin to race again.

“Darcy! Are you okay?” Jack asked, his eyes raking over me.

For three seconds we simply stared at each other. When I finally came to my senses and realized that I was still only half dressed, I let out a little shriek—whether of continued frustration or embarrassment, I’ll never know—and ran into my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

“Go away, Jack!” I shouted at him through the door.

I could hear the beginnings of a laugh as he called back to me, “You sure you’re okay, sweetheart? You looked kind of, um…” he paused, “distressed.”

I saw red. The bastard was actually laughing at me. He didn’t even have the decency to be turned on by my half-naked state. The fucking son-of-a-bitch!

“Distressed?” I yelled again. “Now why would I be distressed?” I took off my jean jacket and threw it at the door in disgust.

“I’ve only been teased, taunted, frustrated, and left hanging in the non-orgasmic wind for FOUR MONTHS!” I blasted. “You tease me, and taunt me, and say all those wonderfully naughty things… but do you ever follow through? No. Not once!”

I scrabbled through the detritus on my floor and found a pair of running shorts. I pulled them up my shiny slick legs and marveled that even as angry as I was, I was still dripping wetness. That reminded me of why I was angry and I returned to my rant.

“So, here I am drawn tight as a piano wire and who comes back but Donovan himself, dragging me into the parking lot and plastering me against his Jeep—him with the kisses, and the touching, and the hotter than hell body… but does HE follow through? Of course not! No one actually follows through!  I’m like the poster child for sexual frustration here!” I finished as I threw open my door and stomped out into the living room.

I made it three feet.

Standing there in the middle of my living room were two men, not one. During my crazed diatribe, Donovan had arrived. God knows when he’d come in, but I could tell he’d heard more than enough.

Jack was standing to one side his weapon holstered, and his earlier concern gone. In its place there was a deep languorousness, a liquid sensuality, as he caught my eye. Slowly he nodded his head towards where Donovan was standing and said, “I called for backup.”

I nodded in return. “I see that.” I cleared my throat. “But, as
you
can see, there’s no danger here.” I held my hands out to indicate my apartment as I tried to sidle back into my bedroom, my earlier bravado gone. “I’m fine… everything’s just fine. You two can just head right on back out to wherever you were going, I don’t need either of you,” I babbled.

“Oh, Pet,” Donovan said, his voice gravelly, his eyes dark and smoky, “that’s where I’m thinking you’re mistaken.”

In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the room. He wrapped his hands around my wrists, gently twisting them outwards and pulling at the same time so that I had to follow or inflict pain upon myself. When his skin touched mine the raging horde of my hormones re-emerged, screaming across my consciousness, sensitizing me to his scent, to the texture of his hands, even to the sound of his breathing. I gasped at the onslaught and he smiled a wicked smile, knowing my weakness.

“You see, Darcy?” Jack’s voice came across the room and cut through the haze clouding my mind. “I never intended to leave you—how did you put it? Hanging in the non-orgasmic wind?” He walked slowly towards me, muscles rippling as he moved, the cinnamon tones of his skin enhanced with a flush of blood. “I just wasn’t sure what you wanted. I wasn’t sure
you
knew what you wanted.”

I looked at him wide-eyed. I knew what I wanted, and God help me I was going to die if I didn’t get it.

Jack moved into the space behind me, and suddenly there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world. I was dizzy with the proximity of these two men who had such strong effects on me. I felt hunger quiver through me, and both men’s eyes darkened as they realized the razor edge of control that I was walking.

“But now we know, don’t we?” he whispered, and he slid his beautiful hands around my waist, his heat scorching me through my shirt. My eyes opened even wider as I saw Donovan watching Jack over my shoulder, and the knowledge that they were both here, both wanting me, raced through me on a shiver and my knees buckled weakly beneath me.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Donovan whispered as he leaned in to support me, and Jack echoed, “Beautiful,” from behind me, four hands stroking and touching me as I was supported between their broad chests.

“When Jack called I was already on my way over,” Donovan whispered as he lowered his face, angling away from my mouth at the last moment and instead inhaling deeply, the air moving across my sensitive neck and ear sending more shivers coursing through my body. He rubbed his face against mine, like a jungle cat marking me with his scent. “When I left you at the office it was all I could do not to rip your clothes off and fuck you right there.” His voice thickened and he almost growled the last words, taking another step closer and pinning me against Jack who had moved in even closer behind me.

“But... but you left me,” I gasped as Donovan’s teeth rasped against the side of my neck, the flood of sensation chasing away my residual anger.

“He didn’t leave you because he wanted to, sweetheart,” Jack murmured as he used his fingers to draw tight circles across my belly, slowly increasing their diameter until he was grazing the waistband of my shorts and then trailing up under my breasts. “Control had a problem. Shots were fired… there was a team wide page.” He dipped his hand under my shorts and I inhaled quickly, only to realize that the smell of them was more dizzying than the lack of oxygen.

“My pager went off—silent mode—I had to go,” Donovan explained, “I didn’t want to go--God, I didn’t want to, but I had to. You know I did.” He punctuated his statements with kisses and nips along the tendons of my neck, licking across my collarbone until he could bite the top of my shoulder, leaving a perfect imprint of his teeth.

Jack was busy too. He bunched my shirt in his hands, and when Donovan pulled his mouth away, he quickly stripped it from me. He tossed it into the living room and then slid his hands back around my waist, splaying them upwards until he was cupping my breasts, my tightly furled nipples caught between his fingers.

“I called Donovan back to Blue River,” Jack said as he gently pulled his hands forward, plucking my nipples as he went, and I whimpered as heat liquefied my bones. “I’ve wanted you for months, but I couldn’t step in until I was sure it was what you wanted.” He rolled my nipples between his fingers again and said, “This is what you want, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

With Jack behind me, and Donovan before me I was lucky I could string together a coherent sentence, but I knew I had to answer or they would stop, and if they stopped, I would die.

“I want,” I started and then had to swallow to loosen my voice. “I want you,” I tried again, more clearly this time, “but can I have what I want?”

My greatest fear was that they would suddenly stop and instead of desire, all I would see would be disgust.

“Pet,” Donovan spoke gently as he cupped my face in his calloused palm, “you can have anything you want.” His eyes were dark but the look in them was gentle and I turned and placed a kiss in his palm. “I know how you feel—how Jack makes you feel—and that excites me. Knowing that you’re wet, and horny, and dreaming about sex makes me crazy. I walked in here and could smell you, and when I heard you raving about needing release my cock got so hard I thought I’d burst.”

He took my hand and placed it on the hard length of his cock where it strained to escape its confines and I groaned again, so overwhelmed by it all that I felt like I was going insane. “Feel what you do to me, Pet,” he groaned. Then Jack took my other hand and placed it against his cock, and for the first time I stroked its impressive length and felt it jump under my touch. “I’ve dreamed of feeling your hands on me—your body against mine—so many times, sweetheart,” he whispered, sliding his fingers up my thigh to tease under the open leg of my shorts. “Let us fulfill those dreams,” he said, spreading the wetness up and down the length of my slit.

Donovan dipped his head to my nipple, still sensitive from Jack’s treatment of them, and sucked it into the hot, dark confines of his mouth, sliding a hand up my other leg and adding his fingers to Jack’s as he teased me.

It was more than I could stand, and my knees buckled taking all three of us to the floor in a heap.

“Please,” was the only word I could utter, and then suddenly there was one finger, and then two, from two different hands plunging into my aching pussy. My wetness soaked their hands and my muscles clenched around the invading fingers, hungry, and sucking—begging for more.

Jack removed his hand from my shorts and I watched as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them hungrily, and I turned partially, crazed, lunging at his perfect mouth, wanting to taste him, wanting to taste myself on his lips. I crushed his lips under my own, and after his first shock passed, he claimed my mouth, plunging his tongue in deeply, teasing me, tugging my lower lip between his teeth. I whimpered my need and he did it again, conquering me with his kisses, and exploring the virgin territory of my mouth.