Surrender to Me (4 page)

She gasped, and he swallowed the sound with another kiss.
Fuck, yeah
.

His body shook with the need to strip her bare, fuck her mindless, master her utterly. As brutally sexy images flooded his mind and her flavor intoxicated him, she wiggled one hand free and slipped it between them, wrapping her fingers around his cock. And then she gripped. Need tore through Hunter. He gritted his teeth, swallowing back a hiss—and shoved her hand behind her back once more.

Kata was accustomed to taking charge. She wouldn’t cede control to him easily, but he was determined and patient. He relished a good challenge. And he wasn’t going to quit until she surrendered completely.

AFTER blowing out her candles, Kata set in to celebrate. Evening turned to night as she chatted, danced, and burned with the knowledge of the pleasure yet to come.

Two hours later, the cake was decimated, and most of the revelers had gone back to their rooms or out to gamble. Kata swallowed back her fourth margarita of the night, feeling more than a bit euphoric. But since a girl didn’t turn twenty-five every day, tipsy was okay in her book.

Behind her, Hunter still stood very close, his hand slung on her hip. His body heat permeated her sweater and little black skirt— while his stiff cock pressed into her ass. Everything about his stance screamed possession, and she kind of liked the thought that he wouldn’t let her go until he was satisfied that he’d taken her as thoroughly as a man could. With Ben’s help, of course.

Since their dance, Kata had found it difficult to focus on anything other than getting the clothes off Hunter’s hard body and finding out just how capable he was of making her feel good. So why the hell had he cheered Ben on when her friend with benefits had suggested a drinking contest with another one of her neighbors?

For that matter, what was Ben thinking? This frat boy shit bored her. She’d never seen him down a six-pack like this. Why tonight?

“Go, go, go!” the small crowd surrounding them chanted, comprised of Ben’s opponent’s girlfriend and brother. Hunter remained silent.

Four minutes into the challenge, both opponents ripped open a new beer, Tim his fourth, Ben his fifth. They guzzled.

Two long minutes later, Ben belched and held up his sixth empty beer. “Did it!”

That, coupled with the copious amounts of beer and vodka he’d been drinking for the past few hours, made Ben a very drunk guy. His speech was slurred, and his limbs moved like wet noodles. Kata sighed and got up to make coffee. If he was going to be useful in helping fulfill her fantasy, she had to sober him up now.

His opponent, Tim, slammed his half-f bottle down. “Damn, I’m getting too old to drink anyone under the table.” He sighed, then turned to his girlfriend with a scowl. “Let’s go.”

After Tim grabbed his girlfriend’s arm and stomped out the door, his brother, Trey, hugged her. “Happy birthday, Kata. I hope it’s a great night.”

She smiled at the thirtysomething cop. “Thanks for coming to Vegas to celebrate with me.”

“And miss a kick-ass weekend? Never!” He flicked a gaze over at Hunter. “You okay for the rest of the night, or you need me to stay with you?”

Translation: Are you okay with this stranger
?

No one knew Hunter much except Ben, who had assured her that Hunter was a great guy with a boatload of medals. But even if the sexy soldier hadn’t been a SEAL, Kata sensed that, while tough, he was good people. With his power play of a kiss earlier, he’d proven he had an uncompromising side. Then again, so did she.

Kata smiled. “I’m fine. Go enjoy the rest of your night.”

Trey shrugged. “I got a hundred-dollar chip from Caesars burning a hole in my pocket.”

She laughed and waved the trio out, then locked the door behind her and made her way to the suite’s little kitchen. Hallie and Chloe had left a few minutes ago to seek out single, gorgeous males for the night. She’d catch up with them on their flight home tomorrow morning. Marisol had gone back to her room shortly after Kata had blown out her candles. The mommy of two rambunctious school-age boys wasn’t used to late-night parties anymore.

So she, Ben, and Hunter were finally alone in the suite. Now the real fun could begin. After coffee.

She started the brew, then fished around the cabinets for mugs. Suddenly, she turned, and Hunter stood
right
there. She yelped. “Oh . . . You scared me. Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

A ghost of a smile played across his mouth. “Sorry. Can I help you with something?”

“No. Thanks. You want a cup?” She gestured to the coffee.

“I’m good for now. You need one?”

“I don’t actually drink it.” She looked out into the suite’s living room at her slouching friend. His eyes were at half-mast. “But Ben looks like he could use it.”

Ben sat up and barked, “I don’ want no fuckin’ coffee. I’ve just been waitin’ for ev’rone to leave so we could fuck. You still game, Kata?”

God knew she’d wanted a ménage forever. People did it and enjoyed it, from what she’d heard. She knew she’d feel the same.

But Ben was flat drunk. She’d never known his equipment to stop working, short of deep slumber, true. And she liked him, even if it was more as a friend than a lover. No denying that he was good in bed.

Hunter? Just being near the man made her tremble all over. Over the last few hours, she’d begun to sense that he was more than intense. That he crossed the line into forceful, maybe even controlling. That should send her running fast and hard. Given her family history, the idea of putting herself in the path of a domineering jackass terrified her. But Hunter just made her embarrassingly wet.

If she passed on this opportunity now because the situation wasn’t perfect, would this chance—or a man like Hunter—ever come her way again?

In a few dozen steps, Kata could be face-to-face with her biggest fantasy, if she just walked down the hall to the bedroom.

“I’m game.” She drew in a shaking breath and met Hunter’s blue gaze. “You?”

Every time she looked at him, she went a bit more breathless. He was gorgeous, but she didn’t feel this way with every gorgeous guy she met. It was
him
. He rolled up like a quiet storm, all cool and collected, but inside, barely leashed power filled him. Kata wanted to be the one to undo all that.

“I came here for you. I’m nothing but game, honey,” Hunter drawled.

“Then . . . I guess we should go to the bedroom.”

“Damn straight!” Ben rose to his feet, stumbled.

Hunter caught and steadied him, while gesturing down the hall. Ben lurched, walking unsteadily forward. Still, he managed to bounce from one wall to the other like a pinball on the boards. She watched, biting her lip.

Hunter approached her, his hot palm at the small of her back. “Second thoughts?”

“No. I’m worried about Ben.”

He gripped her shoulder, squeezed. “It’ll all work out. C’mon.”

She nodded, figuring she was wasting time worrying about what
might
happen. Right now, she had two hotties willing to fulfill her fantasy. Why worry about anything?

Exhaling away her tension, Kata sauntered toward the bedroom, anticipation simmering inside her. And not just from the fantasy itself. She was familiar with Ben; they’d fallen into a twice weekly routine, so she knew exactly what to expect from him. But Hunter . . .

She cast a glance at him, and her breathing hitched. He sent her a slow smile that dripped sex. Kata looked forward to him. He’d likely drive her insane with the sort of pleasure she’d only ever imagined. She couldn’t wait.

“If you move that pretty ass faster,” Hunter drawled, “I’ll get my mouth on your pussy faster.”

Her stomach flipped over, and their gazes connected. Her breath caught.
Oh, holy shit. He meant that
.

She nearly ran the rest of the way to the bedroom.

Inside, against the backdrop of glittering Vegas night sky, Ben was already shedding his clothes, shirt half unbuttoned, one shoe on, the other off. The fly of his jeans and his eyes were both partially open.

After she drew shut the heavy hotel drapes along the south side of the room, Hunter took her cue and closed those along the east wall, shrouding the room in almost total darkness. Which brought her a measure of comfort. As a plus-sized girl, she liked her curves, but if her lover didn’t, she didn’t want to know. She preferred to leave the lights off. Ben had never minded.

Hunter flipped on the bedside lamp, and a white glow encircled the bedroom’s huge king-sized bed. She hesitated, then crossed the room and switched it off, leaving them in shadow. “I’d feel better . . .”

Even in the semidarkness, she sensed his displeasure. Kata found herself regretting that. Why should she care what he thought? He’d be gone by morning. And she’d always been determined to please no one but herself. The minute a guy showed any sign of trying to pull controlling macho bullshit, she got out quick. Hunter hadn’t said a word, but somehow, she knew that he wanted to see her exposed to his gaze. Vulnerable. The thought terrified and aroused her at once.

“Kata, I need help,” Ben called.

Relieved to have something else to focus on, she dashed to his side, helping him off with his other shoe. “You really tied one on tonight.”

“Aw, don’ be pissed off. The guys challenged me, and—”

“And you weren’t smart enough to turn them down, even when you knew you’d win? Seriously, Ben.”

“So I’m a dipshit.” Pulling off his shirt, he sent her a lopsided grin.

Kata couldn’t help but smile. Even drunk, he was self-deprecating and funny. And true-blue. Impossible to hate, even if he wasn’t showing his good side tonight.

“You are. You’d better not ruin my birthday.”

“Hey, didn’ I bring you someone?” He gestured vaguely in Hunter’s direction as he pushed his jeans around his ankles. “He’s done this before. And the girls who worked the bars near the RTC where we went to boot usta ooh and aah about him. I brought you the best. Happy birt’day.”

Hunter had experienced a ménage before?
Her gaze zipped across the room to him. What little she could see of Hunter’s expression neither confirmed nor denied Ben’s claim . . . but she didn’t imagine for an instant that he’d been a choirboy.

So “yes” was a safe assumption.

His experience should have made her feel better. He’d know what to do, how to minimize any awkwardness and maximize the pleasure. But instead of feeling relief, the truth irritated her. Of course she wasn’t special to him. He hardly knew her.

But logical or not, she wanted to be special. Or maybe she simply wanted the event to be special. Yeah, that made more sense.

“Do you want to talk about this?” Hunter asked, approaching her, his hand brushing over her hip—and sending tingles down her spine.

“No. I asked for a ménage because I wanted it. Nothing has changed.” She shrugged. “So let’s do this.”

“My kinda girl!” Slivers of moonlight peeked through the drapes, enough to see Ben leer as he shoved the bedspread aside and kicked off his boxers. He bounced onto the bed, then lay flat across the mattress. In quick work, he started stroking his cock. “I’m waitin’ . . . Why don’t you strip for us?”

Strip for them?
Even if it was mostly dark in the room, she was a little self-conscious. Ben knew that. Why the hell was he pulling this shit? Because Mr. Budweiser was doing his talking for him.

Kata opened her mouth to call him on it when Hunter leaned in and whispered, “Want help?”

Impossible to pass that up. Anticipation gripped her stomach in a vise. “Yes. Please.”

God, she sounded every bit as breathless and eager as she felt.

“Very happy to,” he murmured against her neck.

His voice vibrated inside her, and she quivered as every syllable crashed through her system. Damn, this man was potent. He knew just what to say, what to do, how to make her crave his next move. She wasn’t sure she liked being so unbalanced around him. Sexually, yes, more than she wanted to admit. But being independent to the core, she refused to do anything but meet him on equal footing.

Smiling, Kata reached behind her and folded her palm over his hand. With her other, she pushed her red sweater up a bit, then guided his palm right over her breast. Even through the lace of her cups, his touch was electric. His fingers scorched her. With a catching little gasp, she melted against him.

Hunter cupped her breast, testing its weight, thumbing her nipple through the lace. Her head fell back on his shoulder, and she let out a full-fledged moan.

“From the bit I can see, that’s hot. Get her clothes off, man,” Ben barked.

“We’re taking it easy here. Going slow . . .” Hunter soothed Ben’s belligerent demand. Then he turned his attention back to her.

He kissed his way across her shoulder, one hand cradling her hip. She barely had time to process how good his touch felt before he smoothed his palm up her waist, swept across her back, then pushed her sweater over her head. He threw it at Ben.

A moment later, her friend let out a drunken holler. “
Whowee!
That’s it. Get her bare. My dick is aching.”