Hot In Here (Ashton Heights Fire # 3) (12 page)

“
Ally, Ally, Ally,” Blair
said, continuing to manipulate each of her nipples in turn. “You’re
so fucking responsive. And you like the way I handle
you.”

She couldn’t deny it, given the fact she was
squirming with sexual need under his touch. “I…I don’t like being
told what to do.”

“
Not usually, but you do
like it when I take charge.” He sought proof of it by slipping a
hand beneath her skirt, moving it higher until he encountered her
wet panties. “Do you know how hard it is to find somebody who not
only accepts my needs, and Leo’s too, but revels in them? Someone
who’s strong and independent, but isn’t afraid to be soft and
female too?”

He pressed two fingers to
her clit and moved them in a circle. Sensation flared from that
point, radiating outward until her already sensitized nipples ached
further. Nothing but a few simple touches and he’d turned her to
putty. He hadn’t even kissed her. Had she always been this easy, or
was it them?

“
I could make you come.”
Blair’s pronouncement was cocky, but Ally could hardly deny it. And
his very cockiness, his high-handed treatment of her body, only
turned her on more. He was right about that. She did like the way
he handled her. “But I won’t. Not yet. You won’t come tonight until
you tell us everything we need to know.”

Ally let out a mewl of
protest when he removed his fingers from her sensitive flesh. He
had no idea the position he was putting her in. If she
did
tell them she was
Corey’s sister, they’d probably stop touching her immediately. If
she told them nothing, Blair wouldn’t let her come.

Either way, she wasn’t getting an orgasm any
time soon.

Unless she lied.

Or one of them lost control before she
did.

Ally was still weighing up those options
when Leo pulled the car into their driveway. He parked in the
carport under the house, next to a powerful looking road bike. “Who
owns the bike?”

“
I do.”

Leo’s response surprised
Ally. He exuded a nice-guy aura, whereas the motorbike screamed bad
boy. The contradiction hinted at a complexity she hadn’t even
scratched the surface of yet. He was the kind of man she could
really fall for. And Blair, with his wise cracks and overbearing
sexuality, was a worthwhile challenge, an intriguing individual she
would enjoy figuring out.

Ally began to wonder what
her real secret was. Could it be as simple as her last name, or was
it more frightening than that? Was she in danger of falling for two
men?

She pushed the thought away, not wanting to
dwell on the possibility when there was no way she could have a
relationship with Leo and Blair. If she fell for either one of
them, or both, she was only going to wind up hurt. Common sense
told her she ought to escape right now. If she told them honestly
she didn’t want to be here, they’d take her home.

The thing was, she
honestly
did
want
to be here. So much so her body was drawn as tight as a string as
Blair guided her out of the car. His sure touch on her arm made her
flesh tingle, and the remembered deliciousness of his fingers on
her nipples and clit still had her pulse thudding thickly through
her veins.

So that took her back to where she started.
The only way to get what she wanted tonight was to lie or make one
of them lose control and take her like the animal he really was.
She’d prefer not to lie, so she figured the latter was her only
choice. And that Leo, the nice guy who seemed to have a genuine
soft spot for her, was her best chance.

Ally sidled up to him as he alighted from
the car. “That’s hot,” she said.

He looked at her askance. “What is?”

“
The bike. I like the idea
of something that big throbbing between my legs.”

He responded to her throaty innuendo with an
amused quirk of his lips, but Ally could see the way his green eyes
flared in the dim illumination of the carport light. “Do you,
now?”

“
Yes.” Ally ran her tongue
over her lips slowly. “Kiss me, Leo.”

He groaned softly and swayed forward, his
gaze on her mouth. Before he could make contact, Blair tugged on
Ally’s arm. “Not here. Inside.”

The spell broken, Leo
turned and led the way up the stairs.
Okay, so it’s not going to be that easy
, Ally thought. She could still turn things around.

Inside, Leo went to a
bedroom, where he turned on a single light. The lamp cast an amber
glow over the room. Ally realized it wasn’t the same bedroom as
last time. That had been Leo’s. This one was Blair’s. The bed had a
large timber frame and was neatly made. There was a full, but not
overflowing, bookcase against one wall and a large window covered
by heavy blue drapes.

“
Straight to the bedroom,
huh?” Ally quipped. “You should really offer a girl a drink
first.”

Leo smiled and touched her face. “Are you
thirsty?”

“
Only for that kiss,” Ally
replied and stood on tip toes to offer her mouth.

This time, he didn’t
disappoint her. Leo slanted his lips over hers, brushing them back
and forth in a sensual teasing motion that had her parting hers
immediately. He swept his tongue inside her mouth briefly, before
he pulled back and nibbled lightly at her lower lip.

The man knew how to kiss. The gentle way he
explored her turned Ally on as much as Blair’s peremptory grasping
of her breasts had in the car. Blair had fired her up, and now Leo
was making sure she melted. They were one hell of a dangerous
combination.

Just when she was falling,
falling into the kiss and half-drowning, Leo pulled back with a
sigh. “God, baby. Your lips are so sweet.”

Ally pouted the lips in question. “So don’t
stop kissing them.”

“
I have to, or I’ll lose
control and take you right now.”

Ally merely smiled. “Okay.”

Behind her, Blair laughed. When he put his
hands on her hips and pulled her against him, his body heat
penetrated her cotton blouse and skirt. “I think that’s what she’s
going for, Chats.”

Leo quirked a brow at her, letting his
silence be a question. Ally sighed. “You got me here, didn’t you? I
admit it, I want you both again. I tried to avoid you tonight
because I didn’t want to look desperate, but since you want me
too…why don’t we get this show on the road?”

Leo appeared bemused. “What a romantic
suggestion, Ally.”

“
You want
romance?”

She’d asked with a tone
that let him know how ridiculous she thought that was, but Leo
didn’t laugh. In fact, his handsome face turned serious. “Maybe. I
know I want to see you naked.”

Ally was so stunned by his
heartfelt
maybe
that she didn’t move, not until Blair placed one hand on her
neck and gently squeezed the muscles there. “You heard the man.
Take off your blouse.”

The command was quietly worded but threaded
through with steel that weakened Ally’s knees. Her fingers trembled
as they went to her buttons and started undoing them. Leo watched
avidly as she revealed the lace bra beneath her white cotton
blouse, then her bare midriff. Blair stood back a little so she
could pull her arms from the short sleeves, apparently preferring
to watch while she disrobed as well.

It made Ally feel
conspicuous, nervous. It also aroused the hell out of her to think
that both these men liked what they saw. They were both pretty darn
delicious themselves, Leo in his faded jeans and grey T-shirt,
Blair in dark jeans and navy button-down shirt.

They’d look even better in nothing.

When she’d dropped the blouse to the floor
and she stood only in her lace push up bra and black skirt, Leo let
out a slow breath. “Beautiful.”

“
Now you,” Ally
said.

Thankfully, Leo didn’t argue, grabbing a
fistful of his shirt from between his shoulder blades and pulling
the whole thing off in one sexy move. As soon as she got a look at
his washboard abs and strong chest, Ally wanted to put her lips all
over them. She remembered how it had felt to rake her fingernails
down those powerful arms as he’d entered her, and her pussy
clenched as though missing him. Her panties filled with damp
heat.

Then Blair’s shirt landed on the pile of
discarded clothes and her clit did a little dance of anticipation.
Needing to see him too—his chest and abdomen was lightly dusted
with fine dark hair that she’d loved running her fingers through
last time—Ally tried to turn around. Blair held her in place with
two firm hands on her waist. “Take all of it off. See how much Leo
likes to watch you.”

Ally saw the way Leo’s
chest rose and fell with his indrawn breath and was infused with a
forceful desire to please him. It was that as much as Blair’s
demanding tone that had her unzipping her skirt and stepping out of
it. Her shoes were practical pumps, so she took them off too. Next
time, she’d wear something stilt high and sexy so they could fuck
her in them.

Was it possible to have a next time, and a
next and a next with two men?

She moved to the front clasp of her bra and
unhooked it. Leo’s gaze was trained on every movement of her
fingers, so she removed the bra as slowly as she could, drawing out
his visual pleasure. When the garment was on the floor with her
other clothes, she returned her hands to her breasts and fondled
them, squeezing the mounds of flesh and teasing their stiff peaks
with her fingers.

“
Jesus,” Leo breathed.
“You’re killing me.”

“
Touch me, Leo.
Please.”

Her own ministrations were making her
breathless, and she wondered if she was exciting herself more than
Leo when he shook his head. “Too damn sexy. I have to watch.”

“
Give him more, Ally Cat.”
Blair had gathered her hair in his hand and was holding it in a
twist at the back of her head. He bent his head and trailed kisses
over her nape. “Pinch those nipples. Make them all red and
pointy.”

His mouth on her neck, his rough command,
made Ally’s clit throb. She was helpless to do anything but follow
his instructions. She pinched her nipples, tugged on them and
teased them until they were flint hard. Leo’s appreciation was
obvious in his accelerated breathing and his sharp gaze. His
interest excited her. Blair’s hot kisses all over her neck thrilled
her. Unable to curb the instinct, she slipped a hand into her
panties and started fingering her clit.

Her breath hitched at the
much-needed contact, but before she could get too into it, Blair
grasped her wrist. “Nuh-huh. No orgasm yet, sweetheart. Unless
you’re ready to tell us your name.”

To hell with it,
Ally thought, needing a climax more than she
needed to protect her identity. She opened her mouth to speak and
then had a quick mental flash of how it would all go
down.

My name’s Wachawski.

As in Corey Wachawski? You’re Corey’s
sister?

Yep.

Oh shit. You should have told us. We would
never have touched you if we knew that.

Leo would be disappointed. Blair would
probably be angry that she’d kept the information from them. And
she would most definitely be out in the cold, with no orgasm to
show for her honesty.

At last she said, “All right. It’s Blofeld.
Ally Blofeld.”

She must have given herself
away somehow. Maybe she’d been too quick to offer the lie, or Blair
felt some infinitesimal way she’d tensed when she delivered it. He
used his grip on her hair to tilt her head back so he could study
her face. After a moment of intense scrutiny, he raised one mocking
brow. “As in the James Bond villian? Are you serious?”

It had been the first fake
name she’d thought of that was better than Smith or Jones. Her
father had a love for classic bond films, and Ally had grown up
watching them. Just her luck that Blair was a fan too. “It’s a
name, isn’t it?”

“
But it’s
not
your
name.
You’ve disappointed me, Ally. Lucky you’re such a pretty little
liar,” he said with an amused grin. “I’ll only spank you lightly
for that.”

Ally’s gaped at him.
“You’ll
what?
”

“
You heard. Get down on the
bed. All fours. Now.”

Still gaping, Ally whirled around to face
Blair when he released her. “You’re crazy.”

“
Nope. Just horny.” He
casually unbuttoned his jeans and took them off. From the way his
black underwear was stretched at the front, Ally knew his
descriptor was accurate. “I want to see your bare ass in the air,
ready and waiting for a spanking.”