Color My Heart: A Red Hot Summer story. (5 page)

Every time Lance brushed her arm or bent to touch her waist, Hannah kept stealing glances his way—as if to check if he was watching.

Hell yeah, Billy was watching.

And for a moment he felt like sending his chair flying high into the air—in Lance’s direction.

Hannah had asked him to act normal at the party, friendly, so Billy had stayed away.

He’d figured he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her, so distance had seemed the wiser choice. And here he was, sitting like a trained little dog waiting for a sign to go fetch.

The thought made him grunt.

Her obsession about people not knowing about them bordered on the insane. And now, hell, now she was coming on to Lance. Right in front of Billy. Evoking a million spirals of emotions inside him, none of them welcome. Much less pleasant.

Billy wasn’t stupid.

He knew she’d been hurt.

He knew she was trying to get over some heartless bastard and move on with her life.

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He could see the anger that lingered inside her in each of her paintings, but he could also see,
feel
, her passion.

What they had between them wasn’t normal. It was sizzling hot chemistry and more.

Her reluctance to embrace it, to admit that what they had was the kind of thing a million people waited a lifetime for, was driving Billy crazy.

He couldn’t quite make out the way she made him feel, but he’d never felt this way before. He ached to hold her, protect her, make love to her—not just fuck her. He’d had her so many times he’d lost count. And yet each time he did, he wanted more. All of her, all the time.

At work, Billy usually found himself daydreaming about her, anxious for the clock to move the little hand to the six, the large hand to the twelve, so he could get off and finally get to see her.

But Hannah was so guarded, spoke so little about herself. Maybe at one point in his life, more than one woman had annoyed the hell out of Billy by going on and on about what she needed, how everyone including her parents had failed to give it to her, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. But where Hannah was concerned, Billy wanted—no,
craved
with every fiber in his being—to know more.

He wanted to know whose pictures had occupied the empty photo frames in her living room. He wanted to know who’d inspired her to paint that blinding, violent masterpiece he’d seen yesterday. He wanted to know why she’d let Billy inside her body, but not her mind, her heart.

He wanted to know
her
, damn it!

This arrangement sucked.

“
This is just sex, occasional, no-strings, and certainly no involvement beyond
,” she’d said that second time they’d “bumped into each other”.

“
That’s fine by me
,” Billy had said. And it
had
been fine—for like five days. Now it wasn’t fine. Nope. It was not fine at all.

And the message Hannah was getting across wasn’t very heartening. She was flirting with Lance, leaning close to him, whispering into his ear, right in Billy’s line of vision.

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And as much as Billy hated watching her, his cock felt like a baseball bat. His balls were heavy, an aching pain inside his underwear.

He narrowed his eyes, bile rising up his throat. She was trying to drive him away.

Trying to show him they didn’t mean anything.
He
didn’t mean anything. Of course.

Clenching his jaw together, he rose to his feet and set his drink down on the chair seat. Damned if he was going to sit here all evening watching her. Damned if she thought she could drive him away. And damned if she wasn’t asking for it.

He wound his way across the lawn, ignoring a string of salutes and inquisitive gazes as he headed for her.

Now Lance chuckled over something she said and Billy seized the moment to draw up behind her. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he murmured into her ear, cupping her hips and letting her feel his erection—the erection
she
had given him. “You’re trying to make me jealous, drive me away, aren’t you?”

She’d gone stiff. Mute.

Well, good. Because he wasn’t through talking.

He grazed her earlobe, his voice but a whisper. “Guess what, Hannah? I am so hot for you I’m near bursting. Even if you go on and fuck him, I’m
still
not going anywhere.”

He pressed a wet kiss to her ear, his lips lingering against the delicate shell of her earlobe.

“I’m in for the long haul.”

“Billy, please, not here.”

He barely heard the words; she spoke so low.

“Not here? Are you afraid of a show, Hannah? You’re doing fine all by yourself—

you’re so hot you’d come now if I touched you, wouldn’t you? It excites you…my watching you.”

“Yes.”

A shudder coursed through Billy at that breathy word, lust tightening his muscles.

“Ask him up to your room.”

“No, I—”

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“Look at the front of his pants, sweetheart. He’s hard for you. You’ve been working him all night. I’ll bet if I stick my hand under your dress right now, you’d be wet as a seal. You
want
to fuck him. You want to see if he can make you feel what I do, don’t you? You want to try someone else, see if he does anything for you?”

“Yes, yes, all right, I do!” she cried.

His balls drew up against him at her admission, his veins near bursting with blood.

“Then ask him up. Suck his cock, fuck his cock—do whatever you have to do, Hannah.

And I’ll still be here when you’re through.”

He felt a slight tremble run down her spine. “You…you don’t mean that.”

“The hell I don’t.”

“I—” She shook her head. He could feel the tension in her muscles, her body vibrating against his front as she tilted her head up to Lance and blurted, “Lance, w-would you like to come up for a minute?”

Lance had been witnessing their exchange with mild interest and now he watched as Billy coiled one arm around her. One hand came to rest over her breast in a proprietary way, and Billy squeezed, gently enough not to hurt her, but rough enough to make her whimper.

Lance stared at his hand as Billy’s grip loosened and he started kneading her over the dress. Then his gaze rose and clashed with Billy’s dark one. The blond’s eyes were red, his voice slurred by too many drinks. “Billy coming too?” he drawled.

Billy snorted. “Oh, I’m there all right. I am
so
there, you have no idea.”

Lance answered that with a shrug, then he tossed back the rest of his drink and straightened, crushing the foam cup in his fist. “Lead the way then.”

Billy’s smile felt strained as he put one hand across the small of Hannah’s back and gave her a slight push. “I’m right behind you.”

Hannah could barely walk on her high heels as she crossed the living room to switch a lamp on by the window. An echo roared inside her ears and her heart rammed her ribcage so hard she feared she’d collapse.

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Lance hovered by the door while Billy grabbed a chair from the adjoining dining room. He turned it around, straddled it and rested his arms across the back. “Got any lube around here, Hannah? You know, in case ole Lance here wants to play a little dirty?”

She wasn’t fooled by the casual note in his voice—his eyes could have burned two holes through her.

“Y-yes.”

“Come on in, Lance, she won’t bite you much.” Billy waved him forward as Hannah quickly disappeared into her bedroom. She kept the lube—brand-spanking new, never before used—in the drawer of her nightstand. Because Billy certainly got her wet enough.

She’d barely reached for it when the men’s footsteps sounded behind her.

Oh God, what the hell was she doing…?

“I’ll take that,” Billy whispered. His chest touched her back as he curled a hand around the lube. “I’ll take you too,” he huskily added and cupped her breast with his free hand, scraping his jaw up her neck. “Hell yes, I’ll take you.”

A tremor started at her nape and rushed to the small of her back as his mouth grazed her skin. A damp, lingering kiss up the side of her throat drove her temperature higher, his breath moistening her skin. “Do you really want to do this, Hannah?” he murmured.

His thumb had started to circle and now it grazed her hardened nipple through her dress.

Hannah held on to her resolve even though her knees felt like pudding and she had no real idea of what she was doing. She knew, deep down, Billy was more than enough for her—and yet she needed to prove to herself otherwise. No, she did not need Billy. Her world wouldn’t collapse if he stopped wanting her. Any other man would do. Really.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she said.

I’m sure I want this.
I’ll come with Lance’s big cock inside me. I’ll come just as I
come with you, Billy, and I’ll like it just as much or even more. I’ll make sure of it.

Billy grabbed the fabric of her dress and pulled it up. Out of habit maybe, Hannah unconsciously lifted her hands as he drew it up her waist, her chest, her arms, until it was gone. She heard his breath catch and her own came in little spurts.

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When she turned around, a mass of nerves and lust and wanting, she wore nothing but a pair of sleek black satin panties.

And there was Lance.

Tall and unmoving as he stood by the window. His green eyes were trained on her and they glimmered at the sight of her.

“Such a prize, isn’t she?” A cold edge sharpened Billy’s words as he curled an arm around her waist and briskly slipped his hand into her panties. She sucked in a breath when he pried her lips open and inserted a thick finger inside her. He drew it out as quickly as it entered, and she loathed the fact that she felt bereft of it.

“She wants you to fuck her,” Billy told Lance, and he sounded so strained Hannah wondered if it had been painful to say that. “And she wants me to watch.”

Lance’s hands flexed at his sides and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. “Fine by me,” he agreed.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his wide shoulders. His belt hit the floor with a resounding thump and then his solid black slacks and underwear followed.

Hannah gaped when Lance’s cock popped out with a tremulous jerk, a cock that did the big Hummer the man drove justice. It rose along his chiseled abdomen, dark-veined and tall, above a set of balls that looked painfully swollen. He took a step forward, his gaze leveled on hers. “Come here, I want to kiss you.”

Hannah’s body missed the heat of Billy’s as she stepped away from him and into Lance’s arms near the foot of the bed. His body felt warm, as hard as Billy’s. But not Billy’s.

Lance bent his head, his lips searching hers, finding hers, taking hers. The unfamiliar taste of him should have been exhilarating. But instead Hannah missed the sweet, familiar taste of Billy’s mouth. She forgot about it when she felt the definite evidence of Lance’s arousal scrape against her stomach. His aroused groan trickled across her skin, tightening her muscles. His hands ran down her back and palmed her ass, pressing her closer.

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“Hmm, sweet,” he murmured into her mouth, filling his palms with the flesh of her buttocks.

She didn’t hear Billy come forward, but she heard his words, whispered into her ear and vibrating with eroticism. “Does he taste like me, Hannah? Does he turn you on like I do? You’re going to kill me—making me watch.”

Hannah’s heart stopped beating at those words. But she pushed them aside and began to kiss Lance with more vigor, moaning into him, rubbing her body against his. “Lance, fuck me.”

She heard Billy’s choked sound beside her, felt a pang of longing strike deep in her core as Lance pushed her back on the bed.

“Let me taste your pussy,” he said, his voice slurred. His hands pushed her weakened legs apart and held them open as he knelt before her and lowered his lips to the very heat of her.

Hannah’s spine arched over the bed and her gaze widened in shock as Lance’s tongue invaded. Her eyes locked with the pair of tortured brown ones she wanted to forget.

“Billy,” she gasped, as the throbbing in her nipples intensified to an acute pain.

He didn’t move, just watched her, towering over the right side of the bed while Hannah… Hannah had Lance’s blond head buried between her legs, moving briskly, eating her, gobbling up her pussy. A small muscle flexed in the back of Billy’s jaw and his gaze glowed on her face.

Hannah ached for him, deep in her gut, she ached. “Billy…” she breathed, and reached out to touch him, her arm not long enough to reach.

“I’m here, Hannah. I’m just watching like you want me to.”

“Oh God…” It was Lance she must need, Lance she must want. Not Billy. Not him.

Not this much.

Billy looked tortured, like a man witnessing a crime, powerless to stop it. “I wish it were me sucking that pussy,” he rasped.

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Lance growled, seemingly having heard. He surrounded the pearl atop her slit with his mouth and sucked it in. Hannah let out a moan, writhing under the incredible force of his suction.

Billy’s thick, textured voice felt like a stroke on her skin. “I want to fuck you so bad, Hannah.”

“Billy…” Hannah gazed up at him, loathing herself for being artist to that pained expression on his face. “Billy, I want you both.”

One of Lance’s hands found her creamed slit. He pushed one finger in, causing her to clutch the sheets by her sides and buck up to him. His mouth held her prisoner, his tongue playing with her sensitive nubbin, but now he also plunged one long finger into her sheath, stroking the slicked walls inside her. Her body rose from the bed, almost twisting with pleasure. “Lance…oh God, you’re so good…”