Riding Dirty (21 page)

“So Jester will challenge?”

“And Shank will win,” Tiffany said. “Unless Jester fights dirty or uses a weapon, which I wouldn’t put past him.”

The last time these two men had squared up, they’d both gone to prison for several years. “How can we stop them?”

“It’s tricky. Shank can’t walk away from a challenge without losing face.”

“What if he walks away before the challenge is issued?”

“He needs a damned good reason, something the other men would respect.”

Mia racked her drunken brain for a plan and came up with one that seemed brilliant. She told Tiffany in a breathless rush. It wouldn’t work unless the other woman cooperated.

Tiffany smiled at the idea. “Let’s do it.”

Mia leaned forward and brushed her lips over Tiffany’s. “Like that?”

“Like this,” Tiffany said, threading her fingers through Mia’s hair and bringing their mouths together. Their tongues tangled, seeking heat. It wasn’t like kissing a man. Tiffany’s lips were softer, her skin smoother. She tasted smoky and herbal. Mia squirmed against her, feeling a twinge of excitement.

When they broke the kiss, Mia glanced at Cole. Sure enough, he was watching them. So were his friends.

“Again,” Tiffany said.

Mia murmured an agreement. Cole had to believe they were ready to fuck, not just that they were sharing one innocent kiss. Pulse racing, Mia stretched out on the blanket with Tiffany. They were belly to belly, tongues stroking, hands in each other’s hair. Again, it felt pleasant. Mia liked Tiffany’s curvy body and hot mouth.

Cole took the bait this time. He stormed over to the blanket and stared at the spectacle they were making. He didn’t seem to know whether to stop them or join in. Mia blinked up at him, moistening her lips.

“Do you have to do this right here?” he asked.

“We can do it in the hotel room,” she offered.

Tiffany nipped at Mia’s mouth. “Or we can do it here. I’m easy.”

“Let’s go,” Cole said, helping Mia to her feet. Tiffany stood also, giggling with glee. Cole put one arm around Mia, as if he didn’t trust her to walk without stumbling. Tiffany ducked under his other arm. He looked over his shoulder at his boys, who were whistling and making obscene gestures.

They didn’t blame him for leaving with two women. Not one bit.

He stopped at the horse trough to grab a cold beer before they headed across the street. The old ladies at the card table gave them dirty looks. Tiffany kissed her fingertips and waved good-night.

“Nice meeting you all,” Mia said brightly.

They walked across the street together. The hotel seemed farther away than she remembered, and the road was bumpier. She felt giddy from the pot and the averted crisis. When she almost tripped over the curb, Cole cursed under his breath. Tiffany just laughed, supporting Mia on one side.

They reached the door to the hotel room, but Cole didn’t open it.

“You have the key,” Cole reminded her.

“Oh, right.” Mia fished it out of her pocket, smothering a giggle.

Tiffany kissed her again on the way in. They stumbled through the open doorway together, mouths melded. Cole shut the door and locked it. He didn’t pull them apart or try to insinuate himself between them, but Mia sensed his tension. She broke the contact with Tiffany, blinking at the bright light in the room. He was sober, and they weren’t. He was pissed, and they were giggly.

Tiffany sauntered toward him. “Are you feeling left out?” she asked with a pouty face, tracing the edge of his vest.

He trapped her wrist to prevent her from touching him and glanced at Mia. A muscle in his jaw flexed. After a short hesitation, he lowered his head to kiss Tiffany, hard. She made a surprised sound in the back of her throat, her fists clenched at his chest. When he released her, he looked at Mia again, his eyes burning with an emotion she couldn’t identify.

It dawned on her that he was jealous. She wouldn’t have been pleased to find
him
making out on a blanket with Tiffany. Mia couldn’t tell him why she’d done it. He wouldn’t appreciate being teased and manipulated. She’d orchestrated this scene, and now she had to follow through. If she didn’t, he might go back to the rally and fight.

Tiffany smiled at the byplay between them. “Should I apologize for kissing your girlfriend, Shank?”

“Just remember who she belongs to,” he said in a low voice. “You wouldn’t be kissing her if I didn’t allow it.”

Tiffany arched a brow. “Is that true, Mia? You’re Shank’s property?”

Mia’s heart raced at the question. His possessive attitude was forgivable, under the circumstances. She wouldn’t let any man tell her what to do outside of the bedroom. But here, in this moment, she wanted to be his. “Yes.”

Cole swore at her answer, tearing the bandanna off his head. Maybe he was angry with himself, for declaring ownership. Or with her, for going along with it. He sank into one of the chairs beside the table and opened the beer bottle, gesturing for them to continue. “You two insisted on leaving the rally. Now you can get naked and give me a fucking show.”

Mia had to pee, and so did Tiffany. Once that was taken care of, they stripped down to their underwear. It was awkward, despite the buzz Mia had going. But it was also hot. Tiffany was wearing a lacy blue thong and nothing else. Her breasts were lightly suntanned, with pale pink nipples. They were full and natural and lovely. Mia swallowed hard, wondering if she should take off her panties.

Tiffany made the decision for her. She knelt at Mia’s feet, tugging the black lace down her hips in a slow, sensual drag. Tiffany’s blue eyes darkened and she moistened her lips, looking up at Mia’s face. Mia glanced at Cole.

Cole shifted in his seat and took a drink. He was aroused, his erection stretching the denim to the left of his fly. The sight gave Mia the kind of thrill she couldn’t get from Tiffany. He liked watching them.

Mia returned the favor by kneeling to remove Tiffany’s blue panties. The lips of her sex were bare below a golden triangle of close-cropped hair. No wonder she made her money by taking off her clothes. She had a knockout body.

Mia rose to her feet, and they fell across the bed together in a tangle of naked limbs. They rolled around for a few minutes, kissing and touching. Mia rubbed her pussy against Tiffany’s and toyed with the other woman’s nipples. Tiffany moaned and stretched out on top of Mia, shoving her hands above her head. Then Tiffany moved her mouth down Mia’s body, kissing her quivering stomach. Mia froze at the quick escalation, suddenly unsure of herself. Putting on a sexy show was one thing. Having real sex was another. She hadn’t thought this through.

Tiffany seemed aware of Mia’s hesitation. “Is this okay?”

“She doesn’t like being on her back,” Cole said.

Tiffany climbed off Mia and sank to her knees in front of the mattress. Mia sat up, glancing into the mirror in front of the bed. Her pulse pounded with anticipation. Naked skin and nervous eyes stared back at her. “I’ve never done this before.”

“We don’t have to keep going,” Tiffany said.

Mia searched Cole’s face. He was watching with a hooded gaze, his tattooed hands gripping the armrests.

“Maybe he should join us,” Tiffany suggested. “Come over here and give her that big cock to suck, Shank.”

Mia didn’t protest, so Cole stood, stripping to the waist. Tiffany’s brows rose with appreciation at the sight of his bare chest. When he unbuttoned his fly, pushing his boxers and jeans down his hips, both women groaned. He gripped the base of his shaft with one hand and cupped the back of Mia’s head with the other. She took him into her mouth greedily.

“You two are so hot together,” Tiffany said. “I could get off just watching.”

Mia checked their reflection in the mirror. Cole’s body was incredible from any angle, but the side view displayed his muscles to perfection. Not to mention his shiny cock, sliding in and out of her mouth. Mia released him with a wet pop, stroking him with her slippery hand and licking the blunt tip.

“Your girlfriend has a pretty mouth,” Tiffany said.

Cole made a fist in Mia’s hair, encouraging her to suck harder. She indulged him, relaxing her throat to take him deep. Tiffany got on the bed behind Mia and cupped her breasts, squeezing them together. Cole’s breath quickened at the sight. Tiffany pinched Mia’s nipples while she moaned around a mouthful of cock.

Tiffany’s hands wandered south, trailing along Mia’s spread thighs. She was throbbing with arousal now, aching to be touched. Tiffany murmured a sound of approval at Mia’s wetness. Mia watched in the mirror while Tiffany slid a finger inside. The dual invasion of Cole’s cock and Tiffany’s finger was shockingly hot. When Tiffany moved up to Mia’s clit, strumming her in fast circles, Mia let out a muffled cry.

Cole withdrew from her mouth and stepped back, a crease between his brows. His cock was ruddy and stiff, wet from her saliva.

Mia turned to Tiffany, her heart pounding with anticipation. After a moment of hesitation, Mia pushed Tiffany back on the bed. Maybe if Mia did this first, she’d feel less self-conscious about Tiffany returning the favor. Pulse racing, Mia moved lower, settling between the younger woman’s splayed thighs. She pressed her lips to the pale triangle there, looking at Cole. He might not have been thrilled about the circumstances that led to this encounter, but he was into it now. His grip on his cock tightened.

Tiffany moaned and braced her elbows on the mattress to study Mia’s technique. Mia was tentative at first, using soft kisses and delicate licks. She’d tasted herself before, and this was different, but not unpleasant. Tiffany didn’t taste like peaches or summer rain. More like clean sweat with a womanly tang.

“God,” Tiffany choked out, watching her. “Your mouth is so sweet.”

Cole was watching also, stroking himself as if he couldn’t help it. Mia grew bolder, swirling her tongue around Tiffany’s clit. Tiffany moaned with excitement, burying her hands in Mia’s hair. Mia moved her tongue faster, enjoying the task. It didn’t take long. A moment later, Tiffany cried out in pleasure, digging her heels into the mattress.

When Tiffany let go of Mia’s hair, collapsing on the bed, Mia raised her head. Cole came over and kissed Mia, groaning at the taste of pussy on her lips. She crawled into his lap and twined her arms around his neck, desperately aroused.

“Hold her for me,” Tiffany said to Cole.

Cole sat on the edge of the bed and turned Mia around, facing away from him. Her legs were draped over his knees, thighs spread wide. His cock was nestled against her buttocks. He locked his hands around her wrists, holding her prisoner. Mia was pinned like a butterfly, her pussy exposed to Tiffany’s mouth.

Tiffany knelt before Mia, kissing her trembling inner thighs. Then she slid two fingers inside Mia and went to work, sucking and nibbling on Mia’s clit. Tiffany stroked Mia’s inner walls and flicked her tongue. Mia moaned, caught in an erotic storm. She was trapped between Cole’s hard body and Tiffany’s soft mouth. The orgasm bore down on her, obliterating everything. She came in a dizzying rush, sobbing out loud.

When she floated back down to earth, Cole loosened his grip. She went limp against him. His cock was a hot brand against her bottom.

“What should we do next?” Tiffany asked.

“Me,” Cole said, lifting Mia off his lap. “Do me.”

“Whose mouth do you want, mine or hers?” Tiffany asked.

“I’ll take both.”

Mia sank to her knees with Tiffany, eager to please.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

M
IA WOKE WITH
a pounding head and a queasy stomach.

It was early morning, judging by the pale light filtering through the peach-colored curtains. She was in the middle of a strange bed, buck naked. And she wasn’t alone. There was a large body next to hers. She could hear deep, masculine breathing.

Rolling over, she squinted blearily at the man-shape. Cole was lying on his stomach, facing away from her. He had a sheet draped low on his hips. Holding a hand to her temple, as if she could control the throbbing, she studied the empty space on her other side. The dented pillow indicated a third party.

She’d had a threesome. With Cole and Tiffany.

Oh God.

Mia scrambled out of bed, careening toward the bathroom. She opened the door and rushed inside, falling to her knees in front of the toilet. The meager contents of her stomach came up in a disgusting rush.

Ugh.

As she gagged and spat, her head spinning, she realized that she wasn’t alone. Tiffany was standing in the shower stall by the open bathroom window, fully dressed, smoking a joint. She set it in the soap dish and climbed out, crouching down beside Mia.

“Oh, honey,” she said, stroking Mia’s bowed back.

Mia quivered with nausea, tears in her eyes.

“I hope you’re not sick because of me.”

“No,” Mia croaked, thinking of the horrible brew the old ladies had forced on her. That combination of cheap tequila, beer foam and ashes would make anyone vomit. She’d also smoked pot, and she hadn’t eaten. The last thing she remembered was swallowing thick, hot spurts of Cole’s come, sharing his taste with Tiffany.

She leaned forward and dry-heaved pitifully.

Tiffany draped a towel over Mia’s bare shoulders, continuing to rub them. When her stomach settled, Mia patted her wet mouth with toilet paper and flushed the commode. Cole poked his head in the door. He was wearing red plaid boxer shorts and nothing else. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair disheveled. “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” Mia said.

“Get her a soda from the vending machine, will you?” Tiffany said.

He nodded and closed the door.

“He’s a good boy,” Tiffany said to Mia.

Mia stayed by the toilet, resting her back against the wall and draping the towel over her body. She studied Tiffany warily. Even in the harsh morning light, after a long night of drinking and debauchery, she was beautiful.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m clean,” Tiffany said. “I always use condoms, and Shank is the only person I’ve slept with in months. I’ve been sort of off men.”

Mia hadn’t thought about STDs at all. Jesus. “Off men? Why?”