Melt Into You (11 page)

Evan felt the blush work up the length of her, and her gaze darted to the ground.

Jace put two fingers under her chin, lifting her face to him. “Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t want you to feel shame with me or Andre. You look beautiful right now. There’s nothing sexier than a sub giving herself over to this process and pleasing her master. I like others to see what’s mine and wish it were theirs. Andre’s just jealous that you’re not kneeling before him.”

“Damn straight,” Andre agreed, setting down the tray and stretching out on one of the lounge chairs that surrounded the hot tub.

Her gaze wandered over to their new companion. He’d changed out of the slacks and into a pair of black cargo shorts and a snug-fitting T-shirt. And damn, the man looked good—all tawny skin and tightly packed muscle, his dark features a reverse image of Jace’s light ones. He gave her a wicked smile, and the embarrassment she’d felt began to morph into something else, something far more pleasant than shame.

“Ah, you like Andre looking at you,” Jace observed.

Her focus snapped back to him.

“Stand up, pet.” Jace put a hand under her elbow and helped her to her feet. “If you enjoy Andre seeing you like this, then maybe you should give him something to watch.”

“Wait, what?” she asked, her heartbeat thumping in her ears.

Jace stepped behind her and walked his fingers along her spine until he reached the hook of her bra. With a flick of his hand, the strap unhinged, and he slid the bra down her arms, exposing her breasts to the night air and to Andre.

On instinct, her hands lifted to cover herself, but Jace caught her arms and tucked them behind her back. His mouth went to her bare shoulder and teeth grazed her skin. “Tell me, Andre, you think my little sub likes you seeing her beautiful tits.”

She bit her lip, feeling vulnerable, but unable to deny the effect the exposure was having on her body. Every part of her ached to be touched, licked. She was so slick with heat she was sure both men could see it soaking her panties.

Andre sat up on his elbows, the reflection of the hot tub lights flickering in his brown eyes. “I would say those nipples are begging to be tasted. They’re so tight and pink.”

Jace stepped back around her and let his gaze roll slowly over her. “I think you’re right. Hook your arms around the railing behind you, pet, and keep them there.”

She followed his instructions, the movement causing her small breasts to jut out further. Jace’s hands gripped her waist then slid up and over her ribs until he plumped both breasts in his palms. Her breath quickened at his firm touch. She arched back, needing more.

“Tell me what you want, Evan.”

He’d used her real name for the second time, but she no longer cared what he called her as long as he gave her some relief. “Please. I need your mouth.”

“But Andre will see,” he pointed out, his tone filled with feigned concern.

“Let him,” she gasped. “Just please.”

His head dipped down and his mouth closed over one of her nipples, causing her to cry out. He sucked and licked on one side and used his hand on the opposite breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers and sending shots of pleasure straight to her core.

“Oh, Lordy,” she murmured, her head lolling back.

His teeth grazed against the hardened nub, then bit. She jolted at the sharp snap of pain, but then pleasure, hot and wicked, chased the sensation. Holy shit. Her nipples had always been wonderfully sensitive, but hell if she wasn’t on the verge of coming from that stimulation alone.

A sound akin to a growl rumbled low and deep from Jace as he lifted his head. “You like being watched?”

“I . . . I don’t know.”

He smiled and rasped a thumb over her nipple. “I think you do know. How wet did you get for me that day on stage?”

She shuddered at the low, coaxing tone of his voice, the devil inviting her to take his hand for a little walk.

“You know what I think? I think if the lights hadn’t gone out, you would’ve let me slide my hands up the rest of the way under that dress, would’ve let me fuck you with my fingers while your fiancé and all those people watched.” His hand traced down her belly and teased at the band of her panties, but his eyes never left hers.

“I wanted you to,” she whispered.

His gaze turned hooded as he moved his hand beneath the triangle of silk and found her wet heat. She hissed, so ready to tip over the edge. Just a few glides over her clit would do it.

“That night I stroked my cock, remembering the sweet scent of your pussy, all slick and ready for me. Imagined how good you would feel coming around me.”

She tilted her head back and whimpered as he dipped two fingers inside her. “Shit. Sir, please, I’m so close.”

“Well, now, look how nicely you asked. You’re a quick learner.” In one swift motion, he yanked her panties down and off, leaving her fully naked against the railing. The cool air licked at her freshly shaven skin. She’d made the last-minute decision the night before to shave herself bare, and suddenly she was very, very happy she had made that call. Jace went to his knees, grasping the backs of her legs and lifting them. “Just hold on, baby.”

She locked her arms more tightly around the railing behind her, her muscles straining, but she was far beyond feeling pain. Jace spread her thighs wide and guided her legs over his shoulders, putting his mouth centimeters from her sex. Using the tip of his tongue, he traced the delicate folds as if he had all the time in the world, teasing her, making her writhe against him. His hands clamped down hard on her thighs, holding her in place for his painstakingly gentle assault.

“Mmm,”
he said, kissing the inside of her thigh, so close to where she really wanted his mouth. “You taste so good. I may just do this all night.”

She groaned. “I won’t survive it. I . . . It’s been too long.”

The words tumbled out before she had time to think them through, and she wanted to smack her forehead when she realized what she’d said.

Jace’s lips paused along the trail he was kissing up her thigh. “Baby, if that boyfriend of yours isn’t worshipping this beautiful cunt every chance he gets, he deserves to have some other guy fuck you because that’s a goddamned crime.”

His words were coarse, dirty, but the heat behind them had her temperature climbing as high as the steaming hot tub behind him. No longer in teasing mode, Jace ran the flat of his tongue along her pussy, sending tremors through her entire body. Then he locked his lips over her, sucking her clit into his mouth.

The sharp cry that ripped out of her was unrecognizable to her own ears. Jace hummed his approval against her skin, moving his mouth and tongue over her with the skill of a man who knew his way around a woman’s body.

Another wave of hot moisture flooded her sex, and the erotic sounds of his mouth licking and sucking against her skin had her mind buzzing and her body quivering. Pleasure, fast and fierce, lashed at her, driving her higher and higher. It had been . . . so . . . damn . . . long. No matter how much she had tried to convince herself, masturbation had nothing on this—nothing on a real man whose sole intent was to send her into oblivion.

One of Jace’s hands left her thigh and two fingers dipped inside her. Her inner muscles clenched around him, her body’s need turning desperate.
Oh, my
. She arched up, but Jace didn’t lose his hold on her. His fingers pumped inside her, while his lips and tongue paid homage to every inch of her sex.

She tried to hold off for another moment, not ready for the mind-blowing sensations to end. But when he sucked her clit back between his lips and nipped at her with his teeth, every cell inside her seemed to split open.

“Oh, God.
Jace!
” Keening cries passed her lips, and her hips rocked against his mouth as her orgasm overtook her. She didn’t care that they were outside, that someone was watching, or that the sounds coming from her throat were probably broadcasting her climax for anyone in a one-mile radius. In fact, she kind of liked the exposure—spread and open to this man—offering her pleasure to him. To Jace.

Sweat slicked her body despite the cool evening, and as the remnants of her release coursed through her, her arms begin to slip from the rail behind her. She quickly tried to adjust, grasping for purchase, but her arms trembled and gave out. “Oh!”

She winced, expecting to hit the ground, but her back landed on something hard and warm. Two arms. “I got you,
bella
. Easy.”

She blinked, her eyes focusing on Andre, who stared down at her, smiling. He eased her upper body to the ground as Jace gently grabbed her thighs and slipped out from under them. The two of them set her down on top of her discarded robe.

Jace pushed a lock of damp hair off her forehead as Andre stepped away. “You okay, pet?”

She gave him a tentative smile, suddenly feeling shy about her very vocal display. “I can’t feel my arms, but I’m pretty fantastic otherwise.”

He laughed and leaned forward, capturing her mouth with his. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her hands immediately laced in his hair. This kiss started off soft and gentle, but soon his tongue parted her lips and took possession of her mouth. His spicy flavor mixed with the taste of her own arousal, which still clung to his lips. Despite the rocking orgasm seconds before, desire, hot and heavy, rose anew. Good Lord, the man could kiss.

Just as she was about to be bold and let her hands travel to more than his hair, he pulled back. “I’m going to stop before I haul you off to fuck you without feeding you dinner.”

“Maybe I’m not that hungry.”

Amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. “It’s my job to take care of you right now. And I know new subs are famous for skipping meals their first day here because of nerves.”

She looked down guiltily. She hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.

He ran a thumb over her lips. “Don’t worry. The night is young.”

With that, he climbed to his feet, bent down, and swept her up into his arms. She let out a little sound of surprise. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going in the house to take care of a few things. You are going into the hot tub to relax and eat something.” He cocked his head to the side. “Andre, I’m putting you in charge of her. Make sure she eats.”

Before she realized what was happening, he lowered her into the bubbling tub. The heated water enveloped her naked body, and her gaze shot to Andre.

Jace ran a hand over her hair. “Are you okay staying with Andre alone?”

She didn’t feel any threat from Andre. In fact, just looking at him made her want to praise God for creating the male form. But what was her role? Was she supposed to please Jace’s friends, too? The thought sent a surprising jolt of desire through her. “Yes, I just—”

Jace gave her a reassuring smile. “Andre is one of my best friends. I’d trust him with my life, so I trust him with you. If at any point you want to touch him this weekend, you have my permission. But he won’t touch you unless you ask him to. You understand?”

She couldn’t tell if it was the temperature of the water or the mind-blowing dynamic Jace had just laid on her, but she felt a bit lightheaded. She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Now, chill, eat. I’ll be back for you in a little while.”

She listened to Jace’s retreating footsteps as Andre leaned forward and propped his forearms on the side of the hot tub. “So, gorgeous, mind if I join you in there?”

ELEVEN

Evan took a deep breath—as if that would do a damn bit
of good—and nodded at Andre. “Sure. Come on in.”

He flashed an easy smile and grabbed the tray of sandwiches off the lounge chair and set it on the side of the hot tub. “Start eating,
bella
. I have a feeling Jace has big plans for you, and he won’t put up with you skipping meals. Don’t want you passing out.”

Something about the way he said
bella
—
bey-yah
—made her all fluttery inside. Like her female genes were wired to be a sucker for the way that spice-laced accent rolled off his tongue. Made her want to find out if those lips tasted as good as his words.

She reached over and grabbed one of the sandwiches to give her shaky hands something to do. Her normally voracious appetite had been non-existent all day, but after round one with Jace, she was already feeling a little weak. Sustenance wasn’t optional. She bit into the sandwich right as Andre peeled off his T-shirt.

Bad idea. She nearly choked on the first bite.

Hot damn, he was beautiful—hard, well-honed muscles, naturally tan skin, and a faint trail of black hair tracking from his navel down. Her gaze traveled up his torso and paused at silver glinting in the moonlight. Nipple rings. She’d almost forgotten that sexy little detail from the night in South Padre. There was something so darkly enticing about that kind of piercing on a man. A blatant, unapologetic pronouncement of sexuality.

She bit her lip, wondering what it would be like to run her tongue over one of the rings, to tug it with her teeth. She shoved another bite of sandwich into her mouth before she did something stupid. Like give Andre permission to do whatever the hell he wanted to her.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and then glanced down at her. She must’ve looked like a deer in headlights; she certainly felt like one. He chuckled. “Sorry. Habit. I’ll keep these on.”

She didn’t know if she was relieved by his decision or damn disappointed. God, what the hell was wrong with her? She already had an equally potent man to herself for the weekend. How could she even be tempted to want more than that? She barely knew if she could handle Jace without melting into a puddle of uselessness.

Andre straddled the side of the tub and then slid into the water, taking a seat on the opposite side from her. “Ahh, that’s nice.”

Hell yes, it was. She was suddenly very happy for the water concealing her body because she was certain her nipples had hardened as soon as he’d gotten near. Ugh. This had to be a side effect of long-term abstinence.

He stretched his arms out along the edge of the hot tub and sank lower, letting his head rest against the side, but keeping his eyes on her. “Relax, Evan. Jace wasn’t kidding. I’m not going to make a move on you.”

Unless she asked
. He didn’t say it, but the rest of the sentence hung in the steam-filled air between them. She set her sandwich down. “So, I’m not sure I get this whole thing.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Define
this whole thing
.”

She sighed, so many questions springing to her lips she didn’t even know where to start. “Obviously I’m new to the whole BDSM scene, but I assumed that possessiveness went together with dominance. I guess I’m confused about Jace being cool if I touched another guy when he took me on as his slave, sub, whatever, for the weekend. He certainly didn’t seem to want Colby around me.”

His lips curved. “Jace would most definitely
not
be cool with you pursuing some other guy. And God help the man who tried to flirt with you while you’re here with Jace this weekend. Fists would fly.”

Her brows knitted. “Then why—?”

Andre frowned as if trying to formulate an explanation she could understand. “Jace and I are roommates and long-time friends. He trusts me. We share a lot.”

Awareness smacked her over the head like a two-by-four. Duh. Why hadn’t that possibility hit her before? “You share women.”

He nodded. “We do.”

Oh, sweet Jesus
. Thoughts of the two of them naked, both taking what they wanted from her, assailed her. Her internal thermometer jumped back into the red zone. But at the same time, the idea scared the shit out of her. Jace was already an overwhelming prospect, his dominance promising to send her to a place she hadn’t been before. She wasn’t entirely convinced she could handle him alone, much less add Andre to the mix. It would be sensory overload.

Although . . .

She snuck another glance at Andre. If she really did want to keep this purely physical with no risk of her emotions getting involved, maybe sensory overload was exactly what she needed. The third person could create sort of a buffer, ensuring no quiet one-on-one intimate moments with Jace. Just carnal indulgence. Her mind whirled with possibilities.

All she managed to say was “I see.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. There’s no pressure here. We know you didn’t list ménage as something you were open to right now. I think the only reason Jace allowed me out here to watch is he suspects you have an exhibitionist streak.”

If her cheeks weren’t already flushed from the warm water, she would’ve turned bright red. She put her hands over her face. “I still can’t even believe I did that.”

“Hey,” he said, bumping his foot against hers under the water and making her look up at him. “Don’t be ashamed. You were beautiful, and it was sexy as hell. I feel privileged that you let me stay and watch.”

She gave him a small smile, embarrassment still flaring bright within her. “So is that why you like ménage? Because you get to watch as well as participate?”

He moved forward, coming within inches of her as he reached past her for one of the sodas on the sandwich tray. Wisps of his cologne wafted past her—a soft musk with notes of ginger. Her breath caught with the knowledge that she wanted to reach out and touch him, to lick off the beads of water that tracked down his well-built chest, but she kept her hands—and tongue—to herself. He slid back to his spot and took a swig of the drink.

“Yes, I won’t lie. Seeing another guy pleasuring a woman, bringing her to the edge, definitely does it for me. As does having someone watch me do the same thing. But ménage is more than that. It pushes everyone to heights you can’t get to with just two people. It’s intense and edgy. Add in BDSM to that and it’s unbelievably hot.”

Desire stirred deep within her at the picture he painted. Then another thought hit her, but she wrangled in her next question before it slipped out.

He smiled. “Ask your question,
bella
. I can see it on your face that you just swallowed one back.”

God, was her every thought that obvious? Or was it just a dom thing to be able to read people so well? She cleared her throat. “Okay, so, when you and Jace are sharing, do you two, you know . . . interact?”

The idea sent a strange thrill humming through her veins even though it shouldn’t. She’d seen enough male-on-male action at home to last a lifetime.

He glanced past her shoulder as if to make sure Jace hadn’t come out of the house yet. “It happens from time to time. Things get hot, and boundaries that exist outside the doors tend to weaken. But a woman usually seeks ménage because she wants all the focus on her, so we typically oblige that desire.”

She considered that for a moment. “So are you and Jace together outside of here?”

His smile turned wry. “We’re not lovers, if that’s what you’re asking. We keep the sexual play confined to when we’re with a woman. Jace is pretty open sexually, but he’s primarily straight.”

“And you?”

He shrugged. “Not as much.”

“Care to elaborate? Or is that too personal of a question?”

He took another long sip from his bottle. “It’s fine. And honestly, if I could figure out a hard and fast label for it I would. But I guess most would call me bisexual. My relationships have been exclusively with women. But I do find myself on occasion sexually attracted to a guy and have acted on it . . . within the confines of a place like this. I don’t broadcast it. The people in my life wouldn’t understand.”

“I guess ménage serves a few purposes for you then. The whole cake and eat it too thing.”

He smirked. “I wouldn’t say I’ve got the whole cake, but a pretty good slice I guess.”

She frowned, something in his tone telling her that wasn’t the full story, but it wasn’t her business. She grabbed her own soda and uncapped it. “So what happens when Jace takes on someone solo like this? Do you go and find someone as well?”

He shrugged. “Guess I’ll figure that out. He hasn’t gone solo in years.”

She stilled, the bottle halfway to her mouth.
“What?”

*  *  *

Jace paced around the living room. He’d set Evan up to
be alone with Andre, thinking that his oh-so-suave friend would open up her mind to the possibility of ménage. This one-on-one thing was crazy. Jace hadn’t even fucked her yet, and he was already surging with things that hadn’t been in his vocabulary in years—possessiveness, jealousy, protectiveness. He could put a fist through the wall knowing that in a few days she’d return to Dr. Dan’s bed—a guy who clearly wasn’t giving her what she needed, at least not in the bedroom.

Jace raked his hands through his hair. What the fuck was wrong with him? He should’ve known better. Something about Evan had always tested his limits, had made him question himself at every turn, and apparently her effect on him hadn’t dimmed with time.

Damn, he needed to change this dynamic fast or he was going to end up getting himself in trouble. But the thought of Andre entering the picture had him all knotted up. Sharing a woman was the ultimate turn on for him. It fed all his kinks in the most decadent ways. And he could already tell Evan was attracted to Andre. There was no doubt she’d gotten off on him watching as Jace made her come. But now Jace had this ridiculous urge to race back out to the deck, pluck her out of the water, and hoard her away all for himself.

What if he walked out there and she was fooling around with Andre? Would he be turned on like he normally would be or would he want to kick Andre’s ass for touching her? He sank onto the leather chair in the living room with a groan. Christ, he didn’t know the answer.

Evan’s melodic laugh drifted into the house from the deck, hitting him straight in the solar plexus. Andre was making her laugh. Probably laying on that charm that came so easy to him and flirting with her in Spanish, which seemed to get women to drop their panties faster than anything Jace had ever seen. Smooth motherfucker.

Or maybe Andre had already won Evan over and was running his lips along the tender column of her neck, tickling her with his tongue, sliding his hands over those beautiful tits and nestling himself between her naked thighs.

Jace shot to his feet and stormed toward the back of the house. He shoved open the door and steeled himself for what he may find when he stepped onto the deck. But as the hot tub came into view, all he saw was Andre sitting opposite Evan, a broad smile on his face. His friend’s eyes darted Jace’s way, and Evan turned her head.

Her skin had gone dewy from the steam and her normally straight hair was curling around her face. She looked like a beautiful water nymph come to life. A tentative smile teased at the corner of her mouth along with a definite ripple of apprehension. The combination nearly sucked the air from his chest. She was happy to see him, but was also knocked a bit off balance by his presence. Everything a sub should feel for her dom.

The women he chose to be with these days didn’t take the sub thing all that seriously. It was fun and games. Roles played. He kept it at that level now because true D/s stripped down too much, not just for the sub but for the dominant. It exposed people’s deepest vulnerabilities, shone light into those ugly corners. He’d learned that the hard way. But Evan had never played this game, so she was coming at it green, with an honesty that he was finding hard to resist.

He leaned against the railing of the deck. “So what’s so funny?”

Evan shot Andre a warning look. “Nothing.”

Andre grinned. “I’m trying to get Evan to spill the details about her naughty cop fantasy.”

She splashed water at him. “Traitor.”

Jace couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out. “Well, you can’t blame the guy for asking, Ev. He
is
a cop.”

“Oh, my God.” Mortification crossed her face. “I’m just going to drown myself now and save myself the rest of this conversation.”

“Ah, had he not told you that part yet?” Jace asked, enjoying the fact that she could be naked in a hot tub, talking to two guys who’d seen her screaming in orgasm already, but still be embarrassed about a dirty fantasy.

“No.” She shot Andre a glare.

He held up his palms. “You didn’t ask. But you should at least tell Jace about it. How’s your dom supposed to know how to please you if you don’t tell him what turns you on? Everyone has those fantasies that they’re afraid to tell others. That’s the beauty of a place like this. You don’t have to keep them tucked away.”

Jace watched as she gnawed her lip, her nerves evident. But he could tell the temptation to open up to them was there, too. He walked over to the edge of the hot tub and propped his forearms on it.