EroticTakeover (3 page)

She indulged in one last, longing look at his shaggy locks,
outrageously broad shoulders and slim hips before she took off to go home.
Alone.

With the back of his arm, Mac wiped perspiration from his
brow. The last shot of Rocco pouring a trickle of water into Krista’s open and
willing mouth—a Dom’s gift to his slave—had been a bitch to capture. Rocco’s
aim was crap, with all of the earlier drops hitting Krista’s chin, cheek and
worse.

“Ow,” she’d yelped when he’d gotten her eye. “That fucking
hurt.”

“Yeah?” Rocco had said, sounding somewhat pleased.

“Will you two shut the fuck up,” Cait stormed. “You’ll wake
Hilary.”

“Too bad,” Krista snarled. “My makeup’s ruined. She’ll have
to fix it.”

“Not a chance.” Cait got in her face. “I’ll do it.”

That hadn’t pleased Krista at all.

Finally though, they’d all settled down and Rocco had nailed
his target, getting a few drops of water between Krista’s lips.

Pleased, Mac wanted these images on Jodi’s screen. He turned
to her desk and frowned. A quick glance at the opened bathroom door told him
she wasn’t in there. He headed to his office. Empty. She wasn’t in the small
kitchen either.

He went to the window, surprised the sun had already set. It
was that late already? Mac glanced at the walkway. No Jodi there either.

Krista moaned, “Are we through finally?”

Ignoring her, he went to Jodi’s desk and saw her note. A
wave of disappointment rolled through Mac before he could stop it. Shoving his
frustration aside, he crumbled the paper in his fist. “Yeah, we’re through for
the night.”

Rocco ran across the studio to his street clothes, yanked
them on despite his full-body makeup, and fled. Cait woke Hilary with gentle
kisses on her cheeks, eyebrows and mouth. With their arms wrapped around each
other’s waists, they headed for the door.

Stretching like an oversexed cat, Krista padded toward Mac,
her ample boobs leading the way. “I’m hungry. How about you?”

“Not really.”

“Oh come on. Let’s have dinner.” Hugging his arm, she
pressed her boob to his biceps and his hand to her tummy’s gentle swell, his
fingers right above her slit.

Mac made a fist, not wanting to touch her intimately. If
Krista noticed the slight, she didn’t let on or wasn’t going to give up. For
the last few months, she’d repeatedly asked him out. He’d never said yes. She
wasn’t who he wanted.

His silence lingered and grew. Krista broke it with a
whimper.

“I’ll buy you dinner. Wherever you want to go.”

The thought of crashing in his bed alone and sleeping for
hours sounded beyond nice. Then he could wake up, come back here and see Jodi
again.

Mac sighed. She’d really gotten under his skin, making him
want as he hadn’t before. He wondered if part of her allure was her
skittishness around him. He’d never had to work this fucking hard at having any
woman. Most of them were more easily attracted. Take Krista, for example…

She kept kissing his neck and murmuring, “Please.”

Uncertain how to get his point across without hurting her
feelings, Mac finally patted Krista’s hand. “We’ll see. Get dressed. I’ll walk
you out.”

Once she was in her car, he’d make a mad dash for his.

Her arm tightened around his. “You’ll have to do better than
that. I took a cab here. Drive me home after I buy you dinner.”

Aw god.
Mac wanted to argue but was too damn tired.
“Sure. I’ll drive you home.”

“After dinner,” she insisted, not moving or breathing as she
waited for his answer.

He sighed again. “Sure.”

Krista bounced on her heels as though he’d asked her to
marry him. “Hang tight, baby, while I take off my makeup and—“

“You look fine,” Mac interrupted. “I want to leave now.”

She stuck out her bottom lip. “If I don’t take this junk
off, it’ll get on my clothes.”

“Here’s a thought. Buy new ones.”

Krista brightened immediately. “Sure. Whatever you want,
babe.”

Mac didn’t like the sound of that. As if she was now going
to pester him to take her shopping.

Quick as could be, Krista pulled on her black thong,
glittery sandals, silver micro-mini and sparkly tank top. No bra. Her hair
looked bed-and-sex mussed, her features dazzling with youth and beauty, natural
from her bone structure, artificial from the makeup she wore.

Neither stirred anything within Mac, except agitation. If he
couldn’t get out of sharing a meal with her, the next couple of hours were
going to be god-awful. He simply didn’t have the energy to make small talk or
force himself to listen to it.

Once he’d put on his sandals, Krista hugged his arm again as
though she was afraid he’d bolt.
Smart girl.

Welded together, they left the building through the back
door that led to the parking lot. The night was balmy, today’s heat leeching
away. A gentle breeze brought the sweet scent of flowers and newly mown grass.
A few stars twinkled in the dusky sky, the rest hidden by smog or the glare of
the city lights. Horns honked, tires whooshed on the surrounding streets.

Krista babbled about something. Not listening, Mac headed
for his Mercedes. Just short of it, he halted abruptly and looked over.

“Hey.” Krista squeezed his arm. “Why’d you stop?”

Jodi?

She’d lifted the hood of her Honda that had more gray primer
on it than paint. Bent at the waist, she studied something in the engine.

“Mac?” Krista said.

He’d extricated himself from her and headed for Jodi. “Hey.”

Despite his mild tone, she started at his greeting, her face
turning quickly to his.

Even with her glasses on, he could see tears sparkling in
her eyes. Jesus. Suddenly, Mac felt really bad for her. Worried. Protective.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Nothing.” She lifted her specs and swiped the back of her
hand beneath her eyes. “Everything’s cool.”

“You’re sure?”

Jodi raised her chin and bared her teeth in an obviously
fake smile. “Absolutely.”

Uh-huh. Hooking his thumbs in his front pockets, Mac
murmured, “So you spend every night looking at your engine? That’s how you get
your kicks?”

“What’s going on?” Krista asked, joining them.

“Nothing,” Jodi said to Krista. She slammed the hood of her
car. “I was just leaving.”

Mac rocked on his heels, absurdly pleased that for the first
time since Jodi had waltzed into his life, she couldn’t flee. At least not in
her car. God bless the damn thing for finally conking out. “Great. I’d like to
see that. Go on, start the motor.”

She clenched her teeth.

It was an effort, but Mac managed not to grin at how cute
she looked. Jodi’s glasses had slipped down her nose, there was a smear of
grease on her jaw and her boobs were wiggling nicely with her ragged breaths.

“Mind if I give it a try?”

Her shoulders slumped. “Unless you have the power to bring
things back to life, you’ll be wasting your time.”

“Not a problem. I’ve got all the time you need.”

Krista stepped in his way before Mac could get to the door.
“What about our dinner? You taking me home.”

“You could call a cab.”

Her mouth trembled.

Okay, that slight she got. “Or you could wait,” Mac said, as
nicely as he could.

She struggled to smile. “Sure. Why not?”

Five minutes later, Mac had tried the ignition repeatedly
and got zip. He looked at the engine and concluded that it had a major oil
leak, the plugs were just about shot, the belts worn.

Jodi handed him a rag that she’d apparently used after
poking around in the car’s guts. “Do you know what’s wrong with it?”

“It’s either the ignition, the battery, the plugs or any
number of other things.”

Her eyes grew wet again.

“Hey, no biggie,” Mac said quickly. “I’ll call the garage,
have it towed and possibly repaired.”

Jodi’s hand went to her throat. “Possibly?”

“She could take a cab,” Krista suggested.

Jodi looked as if Krista was from another planet. She
grabbed Mac’s wrist before he could contact the auto club. “Don’t call anyone.
I can’t afford to have my car repaired.”

He spoke as gently as he could. “You can’t leave it here.
Building management will have it towed.”

Jodi’s eyes rounded. Her hand fell away from him. “I can’t
afford to bail it out. Without it, I won’t have any way to get to work.”

“Not a problem. I’ll pick you up.”

“She could take a cab like I did,” Krista cut in.

Mac gave her a hard stare. On a pissy sigh, Krista backed
off.

“Look,” he said to Jodi. “It’s settled. I call the garage,
they pick it up, we get it repaired. I’ll pay for it. You can pay me back. I’ll
pick you up for work and take you home until you have your car back.”

She blinked repeatedly and bit her lower lip as though
struggling not to cry.

Not only did Mac’s protective nature kick in again, so did
his desire. “What do you like to eat?”

“Huh?”

“Once the car’s gone, I’m taking you to dinner.”

Krista stopped pacing.

“You too,” Mac said to her, trying to be a good guy when he
didn’t feel like it. “We’re all going to dinner. We’re going to enjoy it. It’s
going to be a goddamn great time. Got it?”

Neither woman commented.

Didn’t matter. When it came to Jodi, Mac was determined to
make tonight count. He’d cure her of whatever she found scary about him. He’d
have her moving toward him rather than away.

By god, he’d have her doing every-fucking-thing they both
wanted when it came to them being together intimately.

Stopped at a red light, Mac turned in his seat. “How’s it
going back there?”

Jodi wished he hadn’t asked. With him and Krista up front,
she felt like their defective child hidden from prying eyes. Too plain, too
big, too blah to be seen with either of them.

Krista practically glowed, given her blonde hair and
shimmery outfit. A Victoria’s Secret’s angel or a film star working the red
carpet couldn’t have looked better.

While Mac…

Hell, he had more testosterone pumping through him than the
law should have allowed. Dark hairs hugged his forearms. His five-o’clock
shadow had turned to serious stubble, stoking Jodi’s lust, moistening her
pussy.

She held back a whimper and gave him a smile. The kind she
reserved for her parents when they wanted to know if everything was going all
right and she needed to lie to them. “Fine. Thanks.”

“Not too cold?” he asked, studying her. “I could adjust the
air conditioner.”

“Then we’d be hot,” Krista pointed out.

Jodi doubted they’d suffer as much as she was. Her face
continued to burn at Mac’s frank attention. His artistic eye was undoubtedly
cataloguing her many flaws. “Don’t go to any trouble for me.”

Why he had so far was a mystery to Jodi, unless he wanted to
piss Krista off. She’d rested her hand on his thigh. From Jodi’s vantage point,
Krista’s fingers were dangerously close to his groin. Not that it mattered. He
continued to ignore her.

Jodi wondered if they’d had a fight before they’d come out
to the parking lot, and Mac was using Jodi as a buffer so he wouldn’t have to
deal with Krista. At least until his hormones persuaded him to forget their
tiff and he dragged her to bed.

Or she dragged him. Finished with molesting his thigh,
Krista eased Mac’s hair behind his ear then leaned over and licked his lobe.

Jodi dug her nails into her palms.

“You like dogs?” Mac asked her, calm as could be despite
Krista’s tongue snuggled in his ear.

The scene and his seeming indifference were so surreal, Jodi
stammered, “Ah…yeah…I guess…who…?”

She didn’t finish. Krista had taken off her seat belt.
Despite the center console, she scooted across her seat to get closer to him.

“No damn way,” Mac quickly barked at her. “Back on your side
and buckle up.”

Krista froze at his harsh command then glared as hard as he
did.

“You want to go through the windshield if I hit anything?”
he asked. “You want to fuck up your face?”

Quick as could be, she slid back into her seat and yanked on
her belt.

“You guess?” Mac asked Jodi, turning to her again, his tone
gentler now. “You’re not sure?”

He’d lost her. “About what?”

“Dogs. You said you guessed you like them.”

Jodi pretended not to notice the rat-a-tat-tat of Krista’s
nails drumming against the window since Mac didn’t seem bothered by the
irritating noise or was choosing to ignore it.

Lifting her shoulders, Jodi said, “I’ve never had one. Too
much trouble to take care of. My parents preferred cats.”

His eyebrows drew together as he continued to regard her. A
horn blared. Jodi jerked at the sound, her pulse leaping. Mac coolly glanced
over his shoulder to the green light then turned in his seat. Driving through
the intersection, he said, “I meant hotdogs. Do you like them?”

Good god, he’d been talking about food? Jodi wanted to die.
No…hell, she wanted to vaporize so nothing would be left of her for him to
laugh at. He must have thought she was an idiot for saying what she had. Even
clueless Krista was snickering at Jodi’s faux pas.

“Yeah they’re great,” she mumbled. “Eat them a lot.” When
she could afford any kind of meat, even the mystery kind.

“Then that settles it.” He sounded pleased.

Krista turned to him. “We’re going to a hotdog stand for dinner?”

“Nope. Dilli’s.”

She made a face.

Ignoring it, Mac turned up the music, a sensual jazz piece
long on horns with earthy bass.

Krista kept fuming, her expression exceedingly nasty.

Jodi sensed a fight coming on. She eyed her door, wondering
if she could slip out at the next light, run to a bar or restaurant and beg to
use one of the patrons’ cellphones, since she’d left her no-frills model at
home. She’d discovered that blunder when her car had croaked and she couldn’t
call anyone. Not even a cab.

A twenty-dollar ride to her apartment was still out of the
question but she couldn’t take much more of this. Clearly, Dilli’s was a dive
Krista didn’t want to park her pretty butt in.

Why was Mac being such a bastard to her?

He made a right and drove for minutes, catching all the
green lights and a few that were yellow, giving Jodi no chance to escape.

Her palms started to sweat. Not wanting to wipe them on the
tawny leather seat, she ran them down her jeans. Mac finally slowed his
Mercedes to a crawl. Not at a red light but in front of the infamous Dilli’s.

Jodi’s lips parted in surprise and delight.

Rarely had she seen a restaurant as charming. The guts of
the place was a converted railroad car painted bright red. Outside seating
boasted wrought-iron patio furniture with black-and-white checkered
tablecloths. Above each table was a large yellow umbrella, the sailcloth edges
bobbing in the delicate breeze. Golden light spilled from electric torches that
gently illuminated the diners, most of them young. Soft rock played. Palm
trees, bushes and a jumble of other vegetation pressed close, giving the area a
surprisingly secluded feel. As though the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Jodi inhaled deeply. The heavenly scents of hotdogs, chili,
bacon and grilled onions made her moan.

Mac murmured, “Someone sounds hungry.”

She looked over. He parked the car and got out.

“Well this is just great,” Krista muttered. She turned in
her seat. “Do I look dressed for a dump like this?”

Jodi sighed. “You’re gorgeous no matter what you do or don’t
wear.”

“Oh yeah?” Krista looked past her headrest, her lovely
features softened with a smile. “Thanks, sweetie. I—“

She stopped as Mac opened Jodi’s door first and took her
hand.

His long fingers curled around hers. Holy crap, he was
caressing
her.

Jodi’s ears rang. She saw Krista’s mouth move but didn’t
catch her words. Once Mac had helped Jodi out of his car, she had to lock her
knees to keep standing. She and Mac were so close all Jodi had to do was turn
slightly to brush against his solid body and indulge in his musky scent.

Since she wasn’t that brave or foolish, Jodi pulled her hand
from his and stepped back.

A flash of uncertainty crossed Mac’s face before he pushed
it away with a mischievous smile. “Hope you’re ready to eat.”

He had no idea. If not for the crowd and Krista, Jodi would
have gladly dropped to her knees, tugged down his clothes and gorged on his
thick, beefy cock, pressing her nose in his dark tangle of hair.
Gawd.
Desire
like nothing she’d known kept drawing her attention to Mac’s groin. Fighting
her indecent desire, she turned to the large menu bolted to the top of the
railroad car.

The sound of her door closing then Mac opening Krista’s
nailed Jodi to the spot. She waited to hear Krista’s apology to Mac for having
doubted his choice of a restaurant then their moans and groans during an
impassioned make-up kiss.

“Not getting out?” Mac asked.

Krista bitched. “This place is a dive. We were supposed to
go someplace nice.”

“This is nice. I eat here all the time. I like it.”

Krista mumbled something Jodi didn’t catch.

Mac sighed. “Look, if you want to stay in the car, that’s
fine. Jodi and I will be back when we’re—“

“Oh hey, baby,” Krista quickly interrupted. “If this is your
favorite place, then I like it too.”

Jodi rolled her eyes at how quickly Krista had caved then
frowned at how easily Mac had said “Jodi and I”. As if there were such a thing.

Chancing a look at the battling lovebirds, she nearly
groaned at Krista’s arm snuggled around Mac’s waist. Krista pushed to her toes,
scanned the dining area and pointed frantically. “There’s a table over there we
can use. Come on.”

She tugged Mac toward it.

Like a third wheel or their unwanted chaperone, Jodi
reluctantly followed.

Through the years, Mac and his buddies had often discussed
the wonders of a threesome. Having two women crawling all over them, slavishly
seeing to their every need.

He’d indulged in that kind of play a few times, one lady
taking care of his cock and boys, the other his mouth. Hadn’t been half bad. It
certainly wasn’t anything like now.

Tonight was a challenge yet strangely magical.

Jodi sat on his right, Krista on his left. She’d stayed in
her seat for a few minutes until she’d noticed most of the guys gawking at her.
Obviously buoyed by their smiles and winks, Krista suddenly had to use the
restroom. The last Mac had seen of her, she’d been wiggling her ass as she
passed one guy who had an exceptionally perfect face and body that marked him
as a model or an actor. This was Hollywood after all.

Pretty Boy had been so taken with Krista, he’d turned
completely around to watch her. Once she’d disappeared past the corner of the
building, he’d followed like a dog on the hunt.

With any luck, they’d be rendezvousing in the ladies’ room
for the rest of the evening, breathlessly telling each other how gorgeous they
were.

“Good?” Mac asked Jodi.

Her mouth paused around the end of her chili, cheese and
bacon-blanketed dog, her soft pink lips hugging the food.

The picture she created suddenly pushed Mac’s mind into high
gear, stuffing it with X-rated versions of her doing the same with his rod.
Snuggling her mouth around his crown, loving it good and slow, her tongue
licking his skin, relishing its flavor.

Mac’s balls plumped so fast they ached. He didn’t dare
adjust himself in his seat. The brush of his boxer briefs against his nuts and
rod might prove too much. Sweating through the pain, he watched as she finally
bit into the dog and chewed.

After a couple of wayward moans, she nodded. “Amazing.”

She meant it. Pure pleasure radiated from her.

Thrilled at her happiness, Mac couldn’t keep from teasing.
“Better than a cat, huh?”

She stared at him. He grinned.

A throaty laugh finally erupted from Jodi, making her
shoulders tremble. “Oh god, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why?”

Her expression said he was crazy for asking. “You must have
thought I was an idiot.”

“A little dense maybe but definitely not an idiot.”

She laughed again, reckless joy flushing her face, hiding
her freckles. Too bad. Mac really liked them and her hair. In the muted light,
the color was more auburn than red. Still vibrant. As warm as a deep, wet kiss
or a woman’s caress.

Taking a sip of his beer, Mac speculated about the delicate
curls between her legs. Whether they were also reddish or if they were brown.

With his quiet attention, Jodi settled quickly, going from
being relaxed back to cautious. She studied the diners rather than him. Craning
her neck, she glanced in the direction of the restroom.

Mac spoke before he knew he would. “Krista won’t be coming
out for a while.”

Jodi lifted her dog but didn’t bite into it.

He teased her. “Don’t tell me you need to run away too.”

She finally turned to him. Several pinpoints of light
reflected off her glasses, hiding her eyes. Didn’t matter. Mac caught her
bewildered expression.

“What?” he asked.

“Did you two have a fight?”

Surprised, he straightened. “Me and Krista?”

“Yeah.”

“No. Why?”

“You’re being so—“ She stopped suddenly. What looked to be
guilt and shame raced across her cute face.

Mac rested his forearm on the table and leaned toward her.
“I’m being so what?”

Jodi’s shoulders dropped. “Shitty to her. If you’re not
careful, she’s going to dump you for another guy.”

He laughed. Hell, he howled so loud several of the diners
near them glanced over.

Jodi edged back. “You think this is funny?”

“Sure, if you believe Krista and I are actually dating.”

Even in the shadowy light, Jodi’s complexion darkened to the
point of being obvious. “You’re not?”

Sagged in his chair, Mac pressed his hands against his belly
as he laughed. “God no.
Never.”

“I don’t understand.”

His chuckles turned to a relaxed smile. “About what?”

“She’s so perfect. My god, haven’t you noticed?”

“Of course I have. But that’s only how she looks. And trust
me, no one’s perfect.”

“Maybe not, but she comes close. Aren’t you impressed?”

“Nope. Are you?”

Turning back to her meal, Jodi took a huge bite of her dog
and chewed so slowly, Mac started to worry. He’d never considered she might like
women. That would explain a lot—especially her unease whenever he was alone
with her. But what about the lust he’d seen on her face when he’d caught her
watching him? Mac wondered if she was a bi.

“You have your eye on Krista?”

Jodi swallowed so fast, she gasped as she had earlier at the
studio, and just about coughed up her lungs this time.

“Hey.” Mac slapped her gently on her back. “Take it easy
before I have to call 9-1-1.”

“I’m okay,” she rasped, but continued to clear her throat
and look horrified. “I don’t know Krista. Actually I don’t want to. She seems
nice enough but I’m not…that is…”

When she didn’t finish, Mac said, “You like guys.”

Jodi nodded so vigorously her hair swung forward, grazing
her cheeks.

It took a shitting lot of self-control for Mac not to ease
those tresses back and let his fingers linger on her dewy skin. “What about
your guy? Who are you dating?”