For the Fight (Romantic Suspense) (Beyond Blood, #2) (13 page)

I was the one who was dying. Torn between humiliation and raging arousal, I kept looking over at Jacob. I couldn't see much but the back of his head. I wanted to know he was okay. What if he was crushing the wheel and glaring, hating us both?

Abruptly, as if he'd sensed my brain waves, he spoke out. His words didn't exactly relax my pulse. “You don't need to worry, Marina.” In the mirror, I caught him watching. “I'll have my turn soon enough.”

Hah. As if
that
was what I was fucking worried about.

Kite kissed me again, teeth grazing. He slid between my legs and stroked the front of my panties. We both felt the dampness. Through the material, he rubbed me, impatience and need sinking into the way he moved. His fingers were rough, but it was what I wanted.

Groaning, I bit my tongue and tried to stay quiet. I was excited beyond belief, but still struggling with the situation. Even alcohol couldn't cloud my worries. Not with them both so near me at once.

He thumbed my swollen clit, tugged my panties into my slit. That was it, I started to rock into his touch. The growing, empty void that wanted to be filled with the cock I could see bulging through those dress pants was insatiable. I wanted release, and Kite held the power in his agile fingers.

Jacob's voice cut through my raw moans. “Don't let her come yet.”

“Why not?” Kite scoffed, slowing his attack on my throbbing cunt. I had the same question, my eyeballs pounding as I stared at the back of Jacob's head.

“Just not yet,” he said flatly.

I couldn't believe my ears. I expected Kite to, I don't know, argue or roll his eyes or go to bat for me... just something. Instead, he looked down with a smirk as imposing as Jacob's instructions. “Fine,” he said, catching my chin. “I'm game. She won't come yet.”

Settling over me, Kite ate my oxygen when he kissed me. My nails went to his chest, feeling him through his jacket. His muscles flexed, and my fingers brushed the concrete-edge of a solid object; his gun. The reminder of its existence stabbed fierce spikes of adrenalin into my heart.

Losing myself, I grabbed his ass through his pants. My satisfaction bloomed at his low, lusty groan. He was barely in control. If I just rolled my hips right, clenched my thighs around his arm and ground my pussy on him, I could get myself off before he realized.

His palms came down, forcing my legs apart and leaving me humping the air. “Fuck, sneaky,” he chuckled.

Blushing, I closed my eyes and growled. The pressure in my belly was gigantic. It pulled at my thoughts, left me on the edge of chaos. Thinking was a challenge, and with these deadly animals surrounding me, I needed my mind to work.

Kite splayed two fingers, tracing the outside of my cunt lips. Red and purple danced in my eye sockets, my moan erotic and obscene. That time, both of them let out tight, gritty breaths. They were fighting to stay centered as much as I was.

The car rocked to a stop, engine snuffing out. I knew we were back at the apartment. Jacob yanked the door open, coming to retrieve me. He stood there like the valet had, a hand extended, waiting to trap mine.

Kite climbed free, shoving into Jacob. With a giant grin, he put his palm out to me as well. Were they giving me a choice? Was this a game, deciding whose hand I grabbed? My body was on fire, it ached for release—any kind of release.

Putting my fingers in each of their hands, I allowed them both to tug me from the car. I didn't want to play. I'd already made my choice when I'd said, “Yes, I want to get out of here.”

We tumbled into the elevator, Jacob and Kite shielding me from the camera subconsciously. I didn't think they cared anymore, but maybe I was wrong. They curled around me as if to hide my existence from the world itself. Everyone else was forbidden. Only they got the privilege of having me.

The loud bell that said we'd reached the final floor banged in my skull. They led me out, multiple hands on my arms and back, pulling me into the den that waited. Looking up, I saw we were at Jacob's place.

That blue-eyed man, he had said so little. Letting us inside, closing the door, he turned and froze me with a simple stare. His face was burning with tenuously contained desire. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, but I didn't believe it. What the hell did 'okay' mean, anymore?

Jacob tugged my jacket off, setting it on a kitchen chair. Kite would have thrown it on the floor. I realized I knew Kite's style, his hands and lips, better than I did Jacob's. I was awash with a rush of nerves, wondering what he'd do to me.

Hands came down, grazing my ass; digging in. Gasping, I turned to see Kite standing behind me. He was grinning, but Jacob's voice ended it fast. “Kite, let me go first.”

“First?” he asked, forehead crinkling. “What, like, alone with her?”

Circling my waist, Jacob guided me to one of his long, plush couches. “You can stay,” he said to his friend, though he looked at me when his lips moved. “But you've already had her to yourself. Let me have a taste before we both jump in.”

Kite's sigh was dejected, almost dramatic. “Fine. I'll wait.” Peeling his jacket off, he piled it by his shoes and started on his vest. I didn't see what he did after that, Jacob filled my vision. I didn't remember sitting, but suddenly, I was looking up at him from the couch.

Like Kite, he began to undress. I had a perfect view, my eyes level with his waist. The jacket was folded, his fingers working the buttons on his wrists. I stared openly, caught up in his every precise movement.

He began popping the snaps down the front of his dress shirt. Each inch of skin that he revealed made my heart beat faster. He might as well have been running those fingertips over my flesh with how excited I was getting. “Like what you see?” he teased, his smile lifting on one corner.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks, but I nodded. “I already know how amazing you look.” I'd seen him in a towel, after all. Jacob chuckled, parting his shirt and displaying the rock hard abs and carved indents along his lower stomach. He had the fucking 'V' that men in fitness magazines used photo editing to achieve. Jacob was stunning.

Lowering himself, he flooded my nose with his minty smell. He brushed his lips over mine, made them buzz. “I want to take my time,” he groaned. “I want to explore every inch of you.”

“That might take awhile,” I whispered, lashes fluttering.

I could
feel
his smile on my neck. “I'm very patient.”

“I'm not,” Kite said bluntly. He must have been standing nearby, and the idea had me feeling incredibly self-conscious.

Jacob tensed, but he didn't respond. Reaching for my zipper, he cut the air with the sound of it grinding down. He stood between my legs, huddled over me on the couch. I didn't realize how much I'd been sweating from anxiety until the clothing peeled back. God, I needed to sit in a freezer. I was boiling.

Exposing my breasts, Jacob knelt on the floor. Now
he
had the best view. Reaching out, he ran a finger lightly around one firm nipple. He didn't touch it, not directly. The fire that burned between my thighs grew, cruelly letting me know how angry my pussy was; it still hadn't come.

Jacob breathed out, heavy and sharp. “Perfect. You're genuinely perfect, Marina.”

My insides danced. I wanted to tell him to stop complimenting me, but he was too busy stealing my ability to make coherent sentences. Two hands toyed with my breasts, always keeping away from my tingling nipples. He'd go close, then dance away, until I began arching up to try and reach him.

His laugh was soft, tinged in shadow. I saw it in his eyes, the soft blue now penetrating like arctic ice. Jacob was loving how I squirmed. The man with all of his precision and planning, that side of him carried into the bedroom.

I thought about what he'd said to me. How people had many sides.

Was Jacob so multifaceted? Right then, he was keen to show me one specific part of him. I didn't get a choice. I couldn't ask him to turn it off, or to switch it off. Jacob was in control of my mind and my body, and he'd known it since he'd gotten his hands on me.

He pulled the dress lower, yanking it down my legs. His attention went from my breasts, to my stomach, to my useless panties. The white material was close to see-through from my wetness. I couldn't blush any harder.

“He really did get you close,” Jacob said. He cupped the grooves just inside my thighs, outlining my cunt but doing nothing else. “Poor thing. Would you like to come, Marina?” I nodded vigorously, and Jacob brushed his thumb over my clit. “Then say it. I want to hear your pretty voice so I can remember these words forever.”

There was a cavern in my stomach. It was filled with all the awful, frightening things that haunted me. When Jacob spoke, he added a new splash of inky blackness. I wondered if he wanted to hear me speak because he knew that, all too soon, I would no longer be around to do it for him. I pictured him, treasuring the memory long after I was cold and dead.

It was a terrible vision.

When he rubbed my swollen clit again, I forgot it entirely. “I need to come,” I said, panting and eyeing him in disbelief. “I need it, and you're a fucking bastard.”

Kite's voice called out, low and hoarse. “Yeah. He really is.” But even if he agreed, it sounded like he'd gotten excited from hearing me—seeing me—swept up in my own arousal.

Grinning slyly, Jacob pulled my panties down. Strings of my juice followed. He stood, moving in to kiss me. I had a second where I got to see the obvious, and delicious, shape of his massive erection. He could taunt me all he wanted, but Jacob was just as turned on as I was.

His lips weren't tender this time. He was ravenous, nipping worse than Kite ever had. This was like our first kiss—that time here, just feet away in his kitchen. He'd made me bleed that morning, trying to tell me I wasn't a ghost. That I wasn't invincible.

He'd messed me up. Did he understand that? I didn't need this new sensation that I
would
have something to lose... something new. Something enticing and unexpected.

No. They wouldn't miss me. These men wouldn't mourn my death. So I shouldn't, either. Revenge. I had to remember that my purpose was revenge. That was the only thing worth fighting for.

Not Jacob... Not Kite...

Why fight for things you couldn't have?

“You smell amazing,” Jacob said, burying his nose in my hair. He pushed the cryptic thoughts away, massaging his fingers over my wet folds. I was dripping, desperate for something to finally fill me.

“Why are you still torturing me?” I sobbed, his hand making slow circles over my clit-hood that took me to the burning edge of orgasm.

“Because I love seeing you like this.” With his free hand, he touched the necklace I wore. He examined every gem, traced the hard metal and my soft skin beneath. “Because you're gorgeous, and I want to spend as much time as I can filling my eyes with you. You looked so elegant tonight. Every man in there wanted you.”

All
I'd
wanted was to find the monster from my past. Funny, I'd actually started to forget about him. That was the whole point in going to the event. Jacob claimed he had intel on the man showing, but... why hadn't he been there? It was hard to think of Jacob being wrong about anything.

A belt buckle jingled. My heart stopped, eyes rolling down to watch him sliding his zipper away. The top of his briefs were shown; a rich, dark grey. The brand name was distorted, his hard-on stretching out the elastic.

If I was more clear headed, I would have tried to make a joke about hidden weapons. But I wasn't, not right then. Not with Jacob's fingers spreading the lips of my pussy. And not with him staring me in the eye as he ran his own hand along the outside of his erection. Fuck. I couldn't have spelled my own name, if someone had asked.

A hand—a third hand—came down on my scalp. “Okay, I'm done standing around doing nothing,” Kite said. I hadn't seen him move, but he stood at the side of the couch, already stripped down to his boxers. He'd left his shirt on, but it hung open and framed his broad chest. I ached to lick his stomach and never stop.

Jacob hesitated, then nodded. Their attention went to me, an unspoken question on their tongues. I knew what they were pondering, because I had the same worry. Was I going to make it through this? Unbidden, the words exploded from me. “I—I'm a little scared.”

“Scared?” Kite chuckled, cupping the nape of my neck. It forced me to look up at him, which was fine, because I'd be gawking at his body otherwise. “Brave Marina Fidel, the girl who makes deals with hitmen and says she doesn't fear death.
This
is what scares you?”

Swallowing loudly, I willed myself not to flinch. Especially with how Jacob kept toying with my sensitive clit. “I've never done anything like this.”

“Chances are, after us...” Kite winked. “You won't. Not ever again. We're one of a kind.” His lips closed in, dancing across my mouth.

Hands pulled at me, Jacob was adjusting my position. The fat, warm head of his cock traced the outside of my cunt. I didn't even see it, I couldn't break away from Kite. Moaning around the tongue of one man, I whimpered as another spread me with his dick.

This was happening. This was really fucking happening.

My hair stood on end, my chest straining to contain my lungs. Jacob wedged his length into me, my walls straining over him and his languid, single stroke. He hadn't even gotten all the way inside of me before the tingles of my long awaited orgasm began to rise. I needed to come, I'd been brought close to release so many times tonight.

Kite reached across, tugging gently at my nipples. His kiss was a riptide, I couldn't escape, the pull dragging me down. Unable to handle the waves of heat, my mind dividing between the attention of them both, I shut my eyes. I wanted to see them, to witness this, but it would have been easier to stare into the fucking sun.

Gripping my hips, Jacob hissed as he sank into me completely. He started withdrawing, my pussy hugging, scrambling to keep him inside. Reaching out, I grabbed for him, but Kite snatched my wrists and held me. “I have a better use for your hands,” he whispered.