Kinky Neighbors Two (2 page)

He climaxed so hard, his head
pounded with it. The spurt of his come seemed endless as Cat milked it from his
balls. Terry’s tongue on him and her finger pressing his prostate kept him
riding the hairy edge of pleasure and pain, on and on and on. He filled her
mouth with buckets. She swallowed it all, sucked him, drawing more than he
thought he could possibly have, even after three days without a climax. His
body shuddered and quivered, and still Terry licked and laved and suckled.

Maybe he passed out. He wasn’t
sure. Voices. Murmurs. Cat, from far, far away. “Was that good, baby?”

He wanted to say he’d never felt
anything like it, better than he’d ever had in his life, but he didn’t think he
could make his lips move.

“I knew you’d love it. I knew I
could make it better than when Alexis and I did it.”

Maybe he
had
spoken. Hard to
tell. He wanted to drift. His ears were ringing, and his skin tingled, like his
limbs had fallen asleep and everything was coming back to life.

“I’m always trying to surpass
myself,” she said. There might have been a taste of smugness in it. “I want to
fuck you, baby.”

He didn’t have the strength. “In a
little while,” he mumbled. Yeah, he felt his lips moving, but the rest of body
was still tingling

Cat pressed close, put her mouth to
his, and kissed him sweetly. “Did you really love it, baby? Was it the best
ever?”

Maybe he’d pay the price
later—women liked to throw stuff back in your face—but he didn’t lie. “It was
the fucking best, baby. She was so fucking good.”

Cat kissed him hard while Terry,
between his legs, started sucking again, long, hard pulls that had his cock
rising.

“Christ, I want to watch the two of
you fuck me, baby, please, let me see.” He didn’t care about begging.

Cat laughed. “Oh yeah. You can
watch. I knew you’d love it. I knew you’d want it again. It was so hot watching
you, baby.” She reached behind his head and pulled the elastic, then tossed the
blindfold across the room.

Logan looked down the length of his
body, met the gaze, and studied the face, the short, dark hair, the hand
wrapped around his cock. For a moment, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was
seeing. The flesh pressed against his legs was rough, prickly. Hairy.

Then his blood froze. “What the
fuck?”

The lips locked around his hard
cock, the mouth that had sucked him dry, the finger that had taken his ass, all
belonged to a man.

“I’ll let you pay for dinner and
drinks,” Drew said.

The table was littered with four
empty margarita glasses, two half-full ones, and several baskets that had
contained soft tacos and quesadillas.

Alexis laughed. “You’re such a
cheap date.” The bill was less than fifteen dollars, but she definitely felt a
little tipsy after two and a half margaritas. And it wasn’t even five o’clock
yet.

The evening was early and the South
Lake Tahoe casino wasn’t particularly crowded. The bells and whistles of the
slot machines rang out, and the whoops and hollers of the winners penetrated to
their secluded booth at the rear of the restaurant.

“Let’s gamble,” she said. “I feel
like a winner tonight.”

Drew reached for her hand. “It’s
your wedding night. Wouldn’t you rather be doing something
else
?” he
stressed. Then he kissed the finger on which he’d placed the gold band just
three hours ago.

Alexis shivered. He was so sexy in
his black suit, red tie, and white dress shirt. Even at forty-five, there was
little gray in his thick brown hair, and just one look from those chocolate
eyes of his made her blood heat.
Her husband
. She was now Mrs. Mitchell.
It was enough to make her heart beat faster.

Let’s drive to Tahoe and get
married.
That was yesterday morning, and Drew’s proposal had come
completely out of the blue. She’d almost cried. A month after their respective
divorces were final, Drew had given up his apartment and moved into her condo.
They’d only been living together five months, yet the marriage proposal hadn’t
seemed rushed. The moment he made it, she’d known it was right.

Drew would have hopped in the car
right then, but she’d wanted to buy a dress. She wanted everything to be new
and had taken the afternoon off for a very fruitful shopping expedition. This
morning they’d risen early and were on the road by six thirty. They’d been
married at one o’clock by a judge over in the Nevada county courthouse. Drew
even had a ring for her. He’d obviously been planning.

God, she loved him. The last year
had been hard, but he was worth every bit of the pain they’d gone through.

Drew raised his margarita and
motioned for her to do likewise. “Here’s to coming full circle,” he said
softly, his eyes dark with meaning. He’d told her he’d chosen Tahoe
specifically, not just for the convenience of a quickie marriage, but because
it was where their foursome had started, the beginning of the end, and the
start of the new beginning.
Their
beginning.

“To coming full circle,” she
agreed.

Beneath the table, he pulled her
leg over his. “Now, about the gambling, we can do that anytime.” He trailed his
fingers up her thigh beneath the hem of the cream-colored dress in which she’d
been married.

“We’re in public, Mr. Mitchell,”
she admonished, but her voice came out slightly breathless and seductive.

His eyes glittered. “No one’s
watching.” He traced little circles, moving higher to the bare skin above her
stocking. “I love the thigh-highs, Mrs. Mitchell.”

She loved her new name said in the
sexy timbre of his voice. He was hard against her thigh, and his touch was
making her wet. “I want to use up my free ten dollars we got with the players
card,” she groused. But her nipples were hard beads against the sexy lace bra
she’d bought.

“We can use it later.” He leaned
in, licked her ear, then blew a warm breath on her.

She gave an involuntary full-body
shudder.

“I want you now,” he whispered, his
finger stroking the delicate crotch of her thong. “I’d do you right here if I
could.”

Alexis wanted to straddle him, take
him. Here. Now. But even in Nevada, you’d get arrested for having sex in
public.

“You’re already wet,” he said
softly, his gaze holding hers as he pushed a little deeper into her cleft.

Alexis bit her lip to trap the moan
inside.

“Oh yeah”—he smiled wickedly—“
real
wet. And ready. Think I can make you come right here?”

One arm around her shoulder, he
held her against him and worked his magic between her legs. Heat rushed to her core,
and her body started to move with the rhythm of his stroke.

Yes, yes, he could make her come,
right here and now. That was his power over her. It was sexy, it was hot, it
was risky. But for tonight, she wanted to ride the edge
with
him. This was
just the appetizer.

Alexis grabbed her purse and threw
too many bills on the table. She put her lips to his ear and her hand on his
cock. “If you want your real wedding feast, Mr. Mitchell, you better hurry. Or
I might have to start without you.” Then she slid out of the booth.

She walked quickly despite the high
heels, but he caught her with his long-legged stride and pulled her beneath his
arm. She loved his height. Even in three-inch heels, she was only five-six, and
he was well over six feet. Next to him she felt petite, and safe.

Their waiter winked at them. The
hostess waggled her fingers. They skirted around a couple haggling over whether
to eat now and have the 99 cent tacos and margaritas or wait until after six
o’clock and have the 9.99 steak dinner.

The slot music was louder out here,
and the aisles were starting to fill up with gamblers looking for the perfect
machine that would hand them the big payout. A waitress tottered on monstrously
tall heels, a tray of drinks balanced on her hand.

Drew pulled Alexis behind a bank of
unoccupied slot machines and kissed her hard and deep until her head was
spinning. It was him, not the margaritas. His touch, his scent, his taste, how
much she loved him. He made her dizzy with desire.

He hauled her to the elevators,
stabbing the button hard, then pressed her close. “I’m not sure I can wait,
baby,” he muttered in her hair.

The elevator car came, a nicely
dressed Latino couple got off, and Drew practically dragged Alexis inside. He
shoved his card key in to activate the car and punched their floor number.

Then he was on her, hoisting her up
against the wall of the elevator. Her skirt rode up. “I want to take you with
your legs wrapped around my waist,” he whispered.

Alexis locked her ankles behind
him. “Right now?”

Cupping her butt in his big hands,
he thrust against her. “Oh yeah.”

Even through his suit pants, she
could feel how hard he was. “You’re a very bad man.”

He laughed, then put his mouth to
her throat, licked her, whispered to her. “Actually I’m very, very good.”

The elevator dinged, the doors
opened, and he let her feet slide to the floor. His eyes on her, he backed out,
pulling her with him. The hall was empty, and as the doors slid shut behind
them, he pinned her against the wall, his hands between her legs.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He devoured
her with a kiss.

Alexis forgot to listen for
footsteps. Then her hand was in his again, and he led her down the hall toward
their room. Two turns, four doors, he pulled her into the alcove outside their
room.

And he was on her again, lifting
her high against the wall and mimicking sex.

“Do you want me to do you here?” He
was teasing her with his antics, but his voice, his body, his breath in her
ear, it all drove her mad.

“I want you any way I can have
you,” she said as solemnly as she’d said her wedding vows.

Logan had said she wasn’t a
firecracker. She was all that and more with Drew. Every night, he had to have
her. There’d been weekend days when they didn’t even get out of bed except to
eat. They were like teenagers.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Drew pulled back, his gaze hot, his
features suddenly serious. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I
love you. I’ll never stop.”

Then he slid the card key into the
slot and carried her inside.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset.”
Cat used her pleading voice.

Logan gritted his teeth as he threw
socks, underwear, and T-shirts into a suitcase.

“Would you stop that and talk to
me?” She stood at the end of the bed, hands on her hips.

He pulled his suit carrier out of
the closet, threw it across the bed, and went back to the closet for the dress
shirts he wore to work.

“You said you liked it.” Her voice
rose a note.

“That was before I knew
Terry
”—he
practically spat the name at her—“was a man.”

“But it was so hot, Logan, watching
him with your cock in his mouth.” Now she was cajoling. “It was incredible.”

There’d been that split second when
Logan met the man’s eyes. And Terry had known he was in trouble. He’d
hightailed it out of the house before Logan beat the living crap out of him.
Only Terry wasn’t to blame.
She
was.

“You don’t get it,” he enunciated
each word with a hard edge.

“No, I don’t. You said you wanted
to experiment, try new things.”

Reaching back for a suit, he
slammed the sliding closet door too hard on its tracks. The glass shook but
didn’t break. He’d had to shower, scrub himself. Now he had to get away from
her.

“It’s not like it makes you gay or
anything. Don’t be such a homophobe.”

He’d never hit a woman. He wouldn’t
start now. Instead he carefully stowed the suit in the carrier. He probably
should have put the suits in first, then the shirts, so they didn’t crease, but
he wasn’t about to undo what he’d already done.

“I’m not a homophobe,” he said
carefully. Yes, he loved dirty and nasty. He even loved Cat’s surprises. But
there were limits. He wasn’t into guys. He was hetero all the way. And what
she’d done had...

He drew in a deep breath, trying to
clear his head of the red haze before he did something bad.

“I did it with Alexis,” she said,
her voice a tad whiny. “You didn’t seem to think it was so bad then.”

He clenched his teeth so hard, his
entire head ached. “You both agreed to do it.”

“Oh, don’t give me that.
You
talked her into it.”

“She still knew what she was
doing.” He grabbed ties and tossed them in the case willy-nilly. Shoes, he’d
need dress shoes and running shoes. Jogging pants, jeans. He started rummaging
through drawers.

“Come on, Logan. Be reasonable. You
liked it.”

He stood straight. Cat was tall,
five-eight, but he was taller. He glowered down at her. “You tricked me. When I
said I’d experiment, I didn’t sign up for you to lie.” She’d crossed a line
without telling him.

That made him think of Alexis. He’d
fucked Cat behind her back. When Alexis signed up for a foursome, she hadn’t
signed up for him fucking Cat in their bed in the middle of the afternoon. He’d
tricked her. He’d lied. He’d crossed a line Alexis hadn’t agreed to.

Now he knew how it felt.

He left Cat there, striding to the
bathroom for his shaving kit. After his shower, he’d dressed in fresh clothes,
jeans, a T-shirt. He’d needed to feel clean. He wasn’t sure the shower was
enough. It wasn’t just Terry. It was the past year, the things he’d done, the
people he’d hurt. Alexis. He’d seen it all the moment he’d met Terry’s gaze and
suddenly realized the tables had been turned on him.