Dear Rose 3: Winter's Risk (12 page)

“Tucker’s in the back helping Ally with something.” She’d flashed him a dazzling smile. “He said you could give me the plans for his little job. I’ll make sure he gets it.” She held out her hand tipped by long, red, manicured nails. They had to be false ones.

Zach had handed over the plans, grateful she wasn’t making him go to the back of the bar where he’d be likely to run into Quinn. He’d turned to run out the front door and away from where he might encounter Quinn, but Rose’s voice had stopped him.

“Zach.”

Should have known he wouldn’t get away that easily. “Yes?” He turned around to see Rose staring at him. He glanced behind her. No sign of Quinn. But the longer he stayed, the more chances he’d run into him.

“You take things so seriously. You always have.”

Zach had nodded as she approached him wearing heels that would have felled a man like him. She spoke the truth. Not that he’d suspected she’d known him so well. They’d been friends, yes, but not best friends. Course, Rose was a good observer because her alter ego, Devyn, was. He’d always seen things that no one else had seen.

“You need to loosen up. Let things be what they can be.” She waved a hand. “Quinn’s a good man. Josie’s a good woman. They could be
good
for you. You just have to let them.”

He’d laughed a bitter laugh. But he wasn’t good for them. He didn’t say that. But she must have known what he’d been thinking.

“Stop that. They could. You all are about to embark upon a new frontier for the three of you. You need to figure out that they can help you. They can be with you. A relationship doesn’t have to be the traditional two to work.” She’d air-kissed him and walked away before he could comment or argue. Smart drag queen.

* * * *

Staring into Josie’s eyes now, he could almost believe they could go on a new adventure. He could almost believe it could work. He could imagine Quinn and Josie could finally give him some peace in a relationship. That they could ride off into the sunset on something big enough for three.

Which was why she was so dangerous. Why Quinn was too. He’d hoped he could be with Quinn and Josie. Then he’d had sex with Quinn, and it hadn’t worked out the way he’d wanted it to. That had shown him what had to be and what he needed. And he couldn’t imagine them signing on for it.

He couldn’t change who he was. No matter how badly he wanted to. Everyone wanted to be normal. He was no different. And some said there was no normal. But he knew he was more abnormal than most.

Josie looked at him expectantly.

Yes, she’d asked him a question. “I can’t change who I am, Jos.” He let out a full sigh. “I can’t be with a woman without thinking about a man. And I can’t be with a man without thinking about a woman.”

She cocked her head. “Who did you think about when you were with Quinn?”

“You. Of course.” Which wasn’t fair to Quinn. His mind should have been on the man. Not on the woman he wanted to do… “Wait, how did you know I’d been with Quinn?”

“Because I was with him.” She moved so suddenly she surprised him. Of course, he was distracted with a million images of her being with Quinn. He held his ground, so she slipped against him.

Her body was hot against his. So supple. So curvy. The feel of her against him was precious.

She stood on tiptoe and pressed her arms around his head, exerting pressure and bringing his face down toward hers.

It was either fight her and hurt himself or comply and see where this was going.

She planted her lips on his. Wouldn’t let him withdraw. She laid her lips atop his and slowly drew her tongue across the seam of his mouth before spiraling it in to play with his.

His toes curled. Couldn’t help his reaction. Nor the shiver that moved up and down him.

She slowly loosened her hold on his head, perhaps because she felt him becoming more compliant. She tangled her hands in his hair.

He thrust his hips against her and backed her up against his car. The growl that emerged from him was fierce. No more so than his reaction.

Dammit, but he wanted this woman. He wanted her under him. Any way he could get her.

She was soft under his hard. Curvy under his straightness. Willful against his rigid state.

She ignited his soul as much as Quinn did. The idea of them together was erotically challenging. He could imagine the moment Quinn had penetrated her. The bliss in their expressions. His kissing grew frantic along with his thoughts.

She gave him as good as she got from him. She returned his kiss with fervor. Thrust her pelvis against him. She pulled his shirt out from his jeans and ran her hands up the planes of his chest. In the tight space between them, he could feel everything she did to him.

Even her palms were hot. They were like kindling to his kerosene. He went up in flames.

Couldn’t help himself. Wanted her. Needed her.

The time for denial was not right now. He needed to see where this would go. She’d pushed him too far.

He forgot where they were. Only knew that he needed to be against her. Needed to be within her depths.

He had a condom in his wallet. Thank God. It wasn’t crowded out where he was parked this time of night. All the partiers had arrived and were not going to leave until close. The early birds had already left to go home. There’d be few out there. It was dark. This could happen.
Now
. The way he needed it to.

For as much as he protested, he wanted this to work. And yes, he had thought about screwing Josie most of the day leading up to their date. He’d intended to break it off before that could ever happen, but knowing she’d been with Quinn had pushed him over the edge. He couldn’t get that image from his mind. Couldn’t escape the thought he needed to be with her now.

Right there.

He grabbed his keys from his pocket and went to the driver’s side to unlock his car. It had been ages since he’d messed around in a car. He’d been an erring teenager who hadn’t known all his proclivities yet.

Josie was about to learn more about him. Maybe more than she wanted to. She’d better be ready.

“Get in.” He unlocked the doors, which made a clicking sound. He scanned the streets. Just as he’d thought, there was no one walking around.

She sashayed to the other side of the car, swinging her hips back and forth as though proud of herself. Yes, she’d made him too horny to resist. She put her hand on the passenger-side front door.

“Nope. Not there.” He moved to the rear door and opened it. There would be no illusions about what was about to happen.

She yanked her door open too, having gone to it while he was thinking. “The backseat?”

He growled his answer. “Yes. Now. I want you.” His gaze met hers. Wouldn’t she retreat from him now? Wouldn’t this be more than she was ready to handle? Would she go for a romp with him?

“Hmph.” She gracefully sat on the seat and closed the car door. “What is it with you and Quinn and beds? Geesh.”

He moved alongside her and shut his door behind him. “What do you mean?” Dammit, but the seat was smaller than he’d remembered. It was going to be logistical trickery to make this work. But he didn’t want to wait to drive home. Couldn’t wait.

Because if you wait, you’ll change your mind.

There was that.

“Never mind.” She scooted around to face him. “Been a while since I’ve been in the backseat of a car. Doing more than riding, that is.” She laughed. “Course, I guess I’ll be riding you. That is what you had in mind?”

That and more things. “Yes. I can’t imagine
you
there, though.” He wasn’t sure why not. After all, she’d seemed like a naughty one to him from the beginning. Different from most of the girls he’d gone out with.

“Oh? You can’t?” She giggled. “I wasn’t exactly a nice girl in my youth. I’ve mellowed a lot.”

He reached out to cup her cheek. Such a lovely face. He could stare into it for hours. “Really?”

“Really.” She lowered her arms to her lap and started wiggling around. He wasn’t sure what she was doing until her hand came up with a scrap of material in it. She handed it to him without preamble as he pulled his hand away from her face to take what was offered. She appeared pleased with herself.

It was light blue and lacy and took him a minute to figure out what it was. When he did, his blood boiled over, and he couldn’t see for a second. The lights grew hazy and swam before his eyes.

Her panties.

A scrap of a bikini. That must have barely covered her ass and lady bits in its stretchy cloth.

They were still warm.
From her body
. Her skin had been against each little fold. It had touched her pussy.

He crushed them in his large hands. Felt this gift all the way down to his solar plexus, then to his balls and his toes. He lifted the panties up to his mouth to press a kiss on the material that was balled up in his palm.

He could smell her. The slight scent of her musk hung over them like a cloud. He breathed in the fragrance. Not that it was off-putting. Quite the contrary. His cock reared up, reminding him how confined it was and how much it wanted out. He took a long inhale of her bouquet.

He took the panties and put them in his pants pocket before taking out his wallet, with which he fumbled clumsily before getting a tight grip on it. He took out the condom contained within and tossed the wallet on the seat.

She peered at him with eyes that reminded him of a deer’s. “Guess you were prepared, huh?” Her gaze lit up with a speculation that made him want to blush.

He refused to give in to the emotion. “Always.” He scooted over to her side. Stroked her face. Left no part untouched. He gazed at the single freckle on her pert nose. Breached her mouth with his finger to play in the wetness. She let him inside and then used her mouth to suck on him.

The way she would on his cock.

He shuddered. That warm, small mouth on his member would be more than he could take.

She moved her mouth around his finger in little motions that sent nerve endings jangling. She licked around him with flicks of her tongue before she engulfed it in even farther.

He pulled back and leaned on the car door, widening his legs. “You know what I want.” There were so many things he wanted. He’d start with this one thing and see where it went. Maybe this time would be different.

Her eyes widened. “I do?” There was a little too much innocence in that comment. A little too much wide-eyed naïveté.

He nodded and glanced down at his crotch.

Her gaze followed his and turned thoughtful. “I do. Are you going to ask me nicely?” She shifted herself down in the seat, seemingly already complying with his wishes even as she questioned him.

“No. I’m going to command you to go down on me.” He closed his eyes, not watching to see what she did next.

“Oh, you are?” She sounded amused. “You’re going to tell me what to do rather than request it?”

“I am. Give me a blowjob.” He pursed his mouth. “But don’t make me come, Jos. Don’t let that happen. Not now.” He wanted to come inside her. Even with the condom, it would be a blowout.

He heard her swallow noisily. Heard some shifting on the seat as maybe she was getting into position. He strained to hear her movements over her voice. “You’re ordering me to do that?” She patted his knee.

“Yes.” She’d either comply or walk away. The latter would make him crazy, but he’d understand. The former would make him crazy but sated. He tried to listen to see what her intention was.

“Okay.” She slipped around him. He could tell she’d assumed a position near his crotch.

She was going to comply.
Good.

He could feel her moving. He peeked through his eyelids. She lowered herself to the floorboard. Inching her hands slowly up his thighs, she found the fastener to his pants. She quietly undid it, unzipped him, and spread the opening wide.

Opening his eyes, he shifted around until he could pull his pants down slightly, exposing his cock in the V made by the pants. His underwear bunched up, and he yanked them farther down.

“No commando?” She curled her lips into a half smile even as her gaze feasted on his cock. She looked hungry. An expression that made him quiver.

He shook his head. Quinn must have gone that way with her too. Maybe the man went that way all the time. He couldn’t help but think of Quinn’s heavy, thick dick always underneath his jeans, uninhibited. Maybe one day Zach would surprise them both and leave off the underwear. He’d let them find his lack of underclothes themselves and revel in their discovery.

Not that you’ll be with her after this. Or Quinn either. You’re walking away, remember? As you’ve already started to think about Quinn, you see where this is going. The same place it does every time.

He pinched his eyelids back, trying to block out his thoughts. Didn’t need them right now. Not only that, the more he stopped trying to think of Quinn, the more he’d think of him.

She reached up and ran a hand softly over him, catching him by surprise, as he wasn’t watching her.

He gasped.

“No bad thoughts. I saw your forehead wrinkle just now. This is about you and me. You have my panties in your pocket. You’re about to have my mouth on your cock. Enjoy it for once.” And then her mouth went where she said it would.

She enveloped his cock like a bath of lava, making him burn with desire. She took him inside her mouth and played with the tip by pushing it in and out. She laved him and lathered him.

He groaned. His entire body tensed up. Too good. Such feelings. So close to things he shouldn’t be that close to. He wouldn’t last any time at this rate. “Don’t make me come, Jos.”

She released him to talk, which gave him a minute to calm himself down, a divine thing. “But it would be so fun. I’d savor every drop of you, Zach.” She stuck him back in her mouth and siphoned any leakage of precome from his tip as if demonstrating her ability.

His hips bucked. This wasn’t going to go well if she kept doing things. He’d never have enough vigor for inside her, and dammit, he wanted that.

Like Quinn, she liked to push his buttons. Together they would be a force to be reckoned with in the bedroom. The two of them would gang up on him. Luckily they hadn’t figured that out yet. Good thing for him. Maybe it was prudent keeping the two of them from being with him at the same time.