The Protective Dominant (13 page)

“Come, Jenny,” Zane whispered. “Oh, Christ, come and let me watch you.”

Her body rippled like a dancer moving under their touch. Two sets of hands ministered to her, stirring her—

She climaxed, her body undulating. A low, hoarse sound broke the quiet of the night.

Taz felt awe move through him, clench his chest and muscles until he was weak, staring into the radiance of Jenny’s face.

Zane pushed aside her tangled, damp hair and kissed the side of her face fervently. “I’ve never… Thank you, Jenny. God, you are the most beautiful…”

Jenny colored, her shyness returning, but her gaze went to Taz, sharpened, as if checking him out to make sure he was all right.

His throat tightened.

Worried. For
him.

“Do you want more?” he asked her.

She nodded, a tiny smile on her lips. He’d pleased her and she knew damn well that whatever he had in mind would only please her more.

“What about you, Zane?” There was an edge to his voice, one he couldn’t help. Command. Direction. Dominance. He was the alpha male here.

Zane met Taz’s gaze despite his blush. “I…don’t want to leave.”

Taz nodded. “Not until I’ve satisfied you.”

Zane’s eyes flashed to Taz’s, widening.

“Come here, Zane,” Taz demanded. “I want to thank you for the extra set of hands tonight.” He knew that his tone made it clear, not unkindly, that that was how he saw Zane.

“Jen?” Taz raised an eyebrow, watching his girl.

She’d pulled on her nightgown again, but that was all right. He knew how bashful she was. She was not like the women he’d shared in the past, ready to take any cock. She was his only.

He’d never owned a woman before, not as a master. He knew Jenny would probably baulk at the way he phrased it, but it gave him a secret sense of satisfaction. He wouldn’t spell it out to Jenny—not now—but sometime in the future when she was confident in his love, when he’d mastered her many times, he’d whisper to her about how he saw her, enslaved as soon as he touched her, willingly, warmly.

His.

“What are you going to do?” she asked and he saw curiosity in her gaze but no jealousy. The little vixen found it hot, two men.

“Just a little fooling around. Kind of like the calendar,” he said, wanting to clearly reassure her that he wasn’t reverting to his fuck-of-the-night days.

Jenny would learn he was a hot, insatiable man. Soon he’d teach her how much she’d enjoy being spread out on his tufted spanking bench. How she’d learn to love her hands locked above her head in padded cuffs, her legs spread for him whenever he came home and needed her very female body.

Jenny Ann Green was going to learn to please her man and, in doing so, please the hell out of herself.

He cupped the back of Zane’s neck and led him to the hot tub. Jenny followed, arms wrapped around herself. Taz directed Zane to sit on the same lounger where he’d pleasured Jenny.

“Are you going to do dirty things to him?” Jenny asked.

Taz laughed at the anticipation in her voice.

Zane looked nervous, but when Taz ran a fingernail down the other man’s spine, he shuddered. “Careful. I’ve never—”

“Not with anyone?” Taz took a handful of hair then kissed Zane erotically for Jenny’s benefit. And, he admitted, Zane wasn’t so bad. If he was still the bad boy he’d been, he’d do him.

Now he was hyper aware of Jenny watching, of the way her breathing had picked up.

“You want to see him without his shirt? I agree.” In Zane’s ear, Taz muttered. “Perform for her, pretty boy. She’s getting so hot watching us. Can you see it?”

Zane ripped off his T-shirt. His gaze was glued to Jenny, who was shifting restlessly.

“Jenny, watch me,” Zane whispered. “Baby… You are so beautiful. You turn me on when you watch us.”

“And she’s mine.” Taz jerked Zane by the hair, making his point. “Say it.”

Zane’s lips twisted. “She’s yours, Taz. Christ, she’s been yours for months.”

Taz felt like laughing again. Well, Zane had a backbone. “Shut up. You’ve got your own problems.”

He unzipped Zane’s fly and Zane’s long, elegant cock fell out. Taz saw Jenny’s eyes grow huge, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening. He knew he was bringing a fantasy to life for her, two gorgeous, sweaty firemen together.

He grasped Zane’s cock firmly, and Zane’s back arched in reflex. His hands fisted as if to keep himself from trying to direct Taz’s actions.

“Aren’t you a good boy?” Taz murmured.

“Fuck you,” Zane gasped. “Uh!”

Taz squeezed him harder in retaliation, but Zane lived for it.

“Come here, Jen,” Taz purred. His eyes were heavy lidded as he watched his innocent woman creep tentatively closer, her gaze glued to his hands on Zane. Oh, she
liked
it. She would never have admitted it, good girl that she was, but she probably had wondered about what Taz had done to all the people he’d spent the night with. Now he was giving her a look-see.

“Can you lose the gown, baby?”

She clutched it so he let her think about it. Then her spine straightened and she flung it off defiantly.

Both he and Zane stared, hungry.

“I want your mouth on her,” Taz growled. “I want you to please her.”

Zane made a growling sound. Jenny jumped when he reached out and jerked her forward, nuzzling her sex with his lips like he was starving for the taste of woman.

Taz released him. “You’ll come without anyone’s hand on you,” he said, implanting the command.

Zane didn’t seem to hear. His hands were digging into Jenny’s hips as he devoured her. A little clumsy on technique, but so hot it didn’t fucking matter. Jenny was moaning, her eyelashes quivering against her cheeks, her throat a beautiful arch.

Taz stood behind her, deliberately putting his hands on her shoulders.

Two men. Let her feel it. Let her feel how we worship her…

Jenny was burning up. She’d never imagined she’d want this, two men. But Taz had pulled the curtain away from a yearning she’d never acknowledged—she didn’t just want the bad boy, she wanted to live some of his experiences.

“I wish we were in my playroom now, Jenny. I wish it were months and months from now and you were used to all my dark, dirty ideas,” Taz whispered directly in her ear. He began to tease her breasts and she arched instinctively into his touch. Below, Zane’s whiskers abraded the sides of her open thighs deliciously as he fed from her, tasting, sampling, holding her still for the lash of his tongue.

Oh, God…

“I’d have you both, my two innocents. Zane would be tied to the spanking bench, his ass red from my welts.”

Jenny’s breathing exploded from her chest.

“And Zane would go down on you while I fucked him from behind.”

Just like that, with Taz’s words, with his finger circling her backside she was…coming…

Epilogue

Taz woke up curled on the lavish bed in his playroom.

He was not alone.

Jenny was with him, her long hair rippling down his body.

And Jet was sleeping on Taz’s feet. One of his ankles felt dead from the weight.

In the three weeks since the threesome they’d experimented with to try to deal with Jenny’s demons, she’d had only one incident of sleepwalking. And that had been after she’d pushed herself at work and been exhausted. Taz intended to make sure that didn’t happen again anytime soon.

Turned out that healing his woman was a sweet thing.

She nuzzled closer to him and he glimpsed her ass, still pink from the spanking he’d given her the night before. The air was redolent of scented candles, firelight, oil paint and Jenny.

Jenny sat up, her breasts a plump weight against his chest. “What are you thinking?” she asked in her typical hoarse morning voice. Jenny didn’t sound like her normal self until she’d had a couple of mugs of coffee, but he liked the gritty morning-after sound.

He was planning to be the only man who ever heard it. He was working up to asking her to move in to his house. He didn’t care what she did with hers, sold it, kept it, whatever. He just wanted it clearly understood that she slept with him now. And maybe after they’d lived together a couple of weeks he’d be ready to ask her to marry him.

He wasn’t whipped. He wasn’t going to want insta-kids or anything. And he was still, reassuringly, an asshole sometimes.

But he loved Jenny so much he was gut sick with it.

He was crazy for her hair, her laughter, her tits, her smile, the way she came, the way she slept in his arms with her little piggy grunts…

“Don’t you know never to ask a man what he’s thinking?” Taz teased. “It’s usually with his dick.”

She raised her brows. “You can’t always think about sex.”

“Nah. Occasionally I think about food. And sports. But mainly it’s all T and A.”

“Well,
I
was wondering how Zane’s smoke jumping season is going,” Jenny said.

“Mmmm, I’m sure the rook will do okay.” Taz lifted a shoulder. He figured that the younger man had lit out right after their night together because he didn’t want to feel awkward around Jenny and Taz. Man, Zane was shy with a capital ‘S’.

Taz wouldn’t have felt awkward, of course, but Jenny might have so he was grateful that Zane had taken off. Everything was still new with this relationship thing and he still screwed up and said something that pissed Jenny off and she still needed him to watch over her—though he had to be real careful to keep that to himself since that was one of the things that pissed her off.

“Who’s going to take that great big beast of yours for a walk?” he asked her, wondering, if he walked their puppy, if she’d make him a salsa omelet. A lot of good days started with one of Jenny’s omelets. It had been a tradition with them, right from the start.
Sun is rising, and today is going to be better than yesterday.

Grinning, Jenny slipped her hand under the sheet and over his chest and down his six pack and—
whoa
—wrapped her hand around him.

“My
great big beast
, huh? I don’t know, feel like walking?”

Coming Soon from Totally Bound Publishing:

Loving You

Jan Irving

Released 11
th
April 2014

Excerpt

Chapter One

The rumors are true—Kealton James works out in the nude.

Gwendolyn Thompson shifted deeper into a discreet pocket created by the ship’s bulkhead. Fortunately, a large tropical plant also served to screen her generous curves from view.

And quite a view it was. Despite the late hour—the designated sleep time—Kealton was running through katas, whirling and striking as though he faced a deadly opponent, his naked body oiled with fresh sweat. It was nothing like the easy-going martial arts instruction he typically offered passengers aboard the
Loving Kindness
cruise ship as it navigated a leisurely path between planets.

Kealton was mesmerizing, his shoulder-length blond hair caught back in a silver clip snapping against his body as he kicked out one muscled leg. He whirled, leaping high, his indigo blue eyes seeming to hold hers for a heart-stopping moment. But it couldn’t be. If he knew she was here spying on him, surely he would stop, demand that she leave. It wasn’t as though they were friends—not exactly. She wasn’t sure what they were. It was as though, whenever she was around him, she lost her balance, her sea legs. She wanted to get closer to him as much as she wanted to avoid him.

He swung, sinewy back to her, each muscle articulated like a lean tiger about to spring. He moved as gracefully as the kelp on Seta III, undulating in the seabed. His hips, the backs of his thighs, his tight ass.

Gwen rubbed her palms against her own plumper thighs, perspiration breaking out on her upper lip. Just that morning they’d been sniping at each other
in the cafeteria, but now she wanted to be underneath him, wanted all that sweaty ferocity inside her, pleasing her.

It made her feel helpless to be so…out of control, but he had the power to make her feel that way.

She’d watched Kealton covertly for months, long enough now to recognize some of the stances of his martial arts routine. Grasshopper, shifting into leopard, legs spread, then up to one side for snake. Feel the rise of dragon. Strike like tiger, at last coming to rest with
xiau hung.

He hung his head, big chest moving rapidly as he reached up and yanked the clip from his hair so it tangled around his damp skin in ringlets. His nipples were beaded, surrounded by a chest so slick it looked as though it had been oiled by an appreciative hand. He ran fingers over his pectorals and down his abdomen, stopping only when he’d also touched his cock.

Gwen couldn’t keep a small sound from escaping. Shock? Want? She wasn’t sure. The man had absolutely no shame. He obviously liked to touch himself freely, and even though she knew he believed he was alone, it was almost as if he was performing for her, showing her where he wanted her to touch him.

When Kealton gave a mocking bow in her direction, Gwen’s heart leaped into her throat.
Caught!

But as her tight shoulders fell, she knew that of course he had seen her. In the time she’d known this reserved man, he’d been like one of his ancient
katana
swords in the midst of their easy-going crew—sharp and lethal. He stood apart, and because of her past, Gwen had her suspicions about his personal history. So far she’d made little headway in confirming it, despite using some of her mother’s old contacts in the Alliance military.

According to his personnel file, before he’d come aboard the
Loving Kindness
, Kealton had worked on two other cruise ships. But it didn’t jive with the man who had been so aloof and watchful when he had first come aboard.

Gwen stepped from her hiding place, trying to keep her eyes on his face and not on his toned lower body and heavy cock. He was still stroking it, and it hardened, so she flushed, but she didn’t look away.