Maggie's Desire (2 page)

The Hummer in the next lane tried to maneuver itself into the space ahead of Maggie. Its ugly, black bumper almost hit her baby's windshield. "Watch it, asshole." She stepped on the clutch and gunned the gas. Her car sputtered and hiccupped. "Come on, baby," she crooned, patting its dashboard. "Don't die on me now."

The car may not be much, but it was all Maggie had.

The occupant in the Hummer scowled down through the closed window.

"What? You never saw someone with the top down?" Maggie shouted.

The other woman tossed back her long, blond hair and looked down her nose. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to flip the prissy woman the bird. Making a show of flicking back her purple pixie cut, Maggie squealed her tires. "We showed her, didn't we," she said, caressing the steering wheel.

Five minutes later, Maggie stopped in front of Nick. The now familiar zing slid over her body like it did every time she saw him. "Hey there, handsome, need a ride?"

His gorgeous face split into a sexy smile. "If a pretty girl like you is offering, then yes I do."

She popped the trunk. "Toss your bags in."

Nick flung his carry on and computer bag in the trunk and slammed the lid. He moved to the passenger side and opened the door.

Nick folded himself into the tiny seat. Maggie's heart thudded against her ribcage at the sight of his well-defined muscles rippling under the tight black T-shirt.

He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Did you get stuck in a lot of traffic?"

Maggie's belly did a little dip. "A little. I'm sorry I'm so late."

"What held you up?"

I was watching my fantasy man fuck some bitch and got a little sidetracked.
Heat rushed to her face. She blew out a breath. "I um—"

Nick held up his hand. "Wait, don't tell me if it had something to do with Brian."

She sighed. "Okay, I won't tell you then."

He sat back in his seat. "You are the color of the newly-painted fire truck at the station back home. I didn't think it was possible for anyone to blush more than Ava. It's too bad I don't put that pretty color in your cheeks."

Oh, but you do something to me.
Red-hot embarrassment filled her. Maggie shifted into first. "I don't know what you mean." She snuck into a tiny gap in traffic.

A horn blared behind them. Maggie shot up her hand, middle finger extended. "Up yours, asshole."

Nick fastened his seat belt, laughing quietly. "Anyone in a hundred mile radius can see how you look at Brian."

"You don't know what you're talking about," she said, her heart twisting in her chest. Maybe it was time for her to stop pining away for a man who thought of her as an annoying little sister. "I don't want to talk about it." She ran an unsteady hand through her hair.

Nick turned in his seat and looked at her, flashing his sexy dimples again. "I like what you did with your hair, by the way."

She willed away the urge to do the girly thing and run her fingers through her grape-colored strands. "Oh, shut up, you're just saying that to get on my good side."

"I'd like to be on any side you'd let me get on."

Her stomach did the twisty thing again. She looked over at him. "If you're not careful, I might take you up on that offer."

The teasing glint in his eye vanished. "It would be my pleasure."

He wouldn't be saying that if he knew she was still a virgin. Maggie cleared her throat and made a show of rolling her eyes. "Oh, please."

Nick lifted her hand from the gearshift and pressed his lips to her knuckles. "I hope Brian knows what he's missing."

She doubted it. Maggie pulled her hand away before her lady parts started to dance again. She wiped the back of her hand on her leg. "I don't know where your lips have been."

He chuckled. "For someone who works at a sex club, you have some prudish ideas."

"For a guy who won't step foot in a sex club unless dragged, you have a kinky lifestyle."

He shrugged. "I think some things should be done behind closed doors."

"But sharing a woman is okay?"

"It's less complicated if the woman in question is already involved with another person. That way they don't get hung up on me."

Maggie scoffed. "Don't
you
have a high opinion of yourself?" She took the ramp off the highway too fast. Her car wheels screeched in protest. "Just what the world needs, another commitment-phobic man. What happened to you, Nickolas?"

Nick gripped the OMG handle on the door. "If you get me drunk enough, I might tell you someday."

"What do you like to drink?"

"Root beer."

She snorted and turned down her street. "Do you want to put your bartending skills to good use tonight?"

"Why?"

"I'm a man down at the club. It's going to be crazy tonight."

He winked at her. "I guess I can help, but only if I can kick and scream while you drag me."

Maggie whipped the car into her spot on the street. "If that's what you want. I'll have to find my collar and leash."

He cringed. "No thanks."

She laughed and shut off the engine. "It's legends night," she said, cranking up the ragtop.

Nick opened the door, moaning his displeasure. "You're kidding me?"

She stepped out of the car and lifted the trunk. "Oh, come on. You haven't lived until you've seen James Dean go down on Pamela Anderson."

Nick lifted his things out of the trunk and followed Maggie to her apartment. "Pamela Anderson is a legend?"

"I guess so." She unlocked the front door and stepped into the tiny space. "I'll sleep on the couch, so you can have the bed."

He dropped his bags next to the sofa and glared at her. "We have this conversation every time I stay with you. I'll take the couch."

She smiled sweetly up at him. "If you insist."

He snickered, leaned in, and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "I may just convince you to let me share your bed."

Her hormones stood at attention. "I'd like to see you try."

He gripped her upper arms and lifted. His chocolate-colored eyes bored into hers. "Let me give you a better taste of what you could have."

Her mouth watered in anticipation. Nick's lips overtook hers in a hot-wet kiss. Fire flashed in her core and images of Nick double-teaming her with Brian filled her head. Maggie's insides turned into mush. Nick's tongue brushed across her bottom lip seeking entry. The flash disappeared as old fear took its place.

God, when will this stop happening?
She leaned away and took a deep breath. "Well, you sure know how to make a girl weak in the knees."

He set her down. His lust-filled eyes searching hers. "Are you all right?"

She forced her knees not to buckle and grinned up at him. "Yup."

Relief moved over his handsome features. Nick lifted a lock of her hair and smiled down at her. "You would make a great Marilyn Monroe."

"I'm glad you think so, because I need help stripping the color from my hair so I can go platinum."

"Oh, good, just what a guy wants to do with a beautiful woman on a Saturday afternoon."

She grabbed his arm and tugged. "Oh, come on."

"Okay, but we're going to come up with a plan that will drive Brian out of his mind."

She rolled her eyes. "Like that would ever happen."

* * * *

Brian tugged open the door to Paradise and inhaled the comforting scent of sex, leather, and latex. Memories of this morning helped ease the day's pressure. His secretary called while he was here this afternoon and he'd had to go into the office to deal with a particularly hard client. His stress evaporated with every step he took into the dimly lit interior. Spotting one of the owners, he sighed and moved toward her.

The classic 1950's pencil skirt, tight, white button-down-collared blouse, fishnet stockings, and six-inch Mary Janes accented every luscious curve the woman had.

"Hey there, sexy," he said. "You could make a ninety-year-old corpse get a hard on in that get-up."

She spun and sent him a confident smirk. "Hi." Julie ran her hands down her hips. "I didn't think you'd make it tonight."

He pulled her into a hug and whispered. "Want to go into one of the back rooms and have a good time?"

She stepped out of his embrace and chuckled. "In your dreams."

The crowd behind him erupted into cheers. He turned and his throat went dry at the scene before him.

Ava's friend, Nick, stood on the bar kissing a Marilyn Monroe look alike as if it was his life's greatest desire. Brian squinted as he realized the hot blonde was the club's manager, Maggie.
What the hell?

He blinked as Nick's hands slipped up the hem of her white halter dress. He watched the other man cup Maggie's sexy, round ass. Heat burned red hot over his skin when Nick slipped his palms under the flimsy strip of material she called underwear. The skirt flittered over his hands, hiding the erotic sight from view.

He’d always thought Maggie was the sexiest thing on two legs, but her biting tongue and ever-changing hair color told him she wasn't for him. Disappointment settled in his chest. He turned his gaze to Julie. He needed someone like her. Julie was strong, independent, and willing to submit when he asked. Too bad he had to pay for that kind of relationship with her.

Julie was the top Dominatrix in the state. Over the years he'd spent hours being dominated by her and doing the dominating. What they did in the back room was more like a kinky kind of therapy than anything sexual.

Brian dragged his eyes back to the bar. In that moment, he wanted to be Nick. He needed to feel Maggie's hot, little body pressed into his. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and the heat of her pussy soaked into his jeans wrapping his cock in her warmth.

His dick pulsed against his fly. The zipper abraded the tender flesh. Anger punched him in the gut. "What the fuck are they doing?"

Julie sighed, the wistful sound grating on his last nerve.

"It looks to me like kissing and maybe some heavy petting," she said.

A sensation he hadn't felt in a
long
time tied his intestines in knots. Brian tamped down the need to punch Nick. "Is Wanda here tonight?"

She grinned. "I didn't think you would have anything left inside you after this afternoon."

He didn't think so either, but the sight of Maggie all but fucking Nick on the bar had need pulsing through his veins. "You know me."

Julie eyed him and frowned. "Yes, I do know you."

Her gaze held his for a long moment. He wanted to fidget under her scrutiny. Brian forced his body to relax and sent her grin.

She blew out a breath. "Let me check if Wanda's here." Julie grabbed the wire hanging around her neck and spoke into it. She shook her head. "No, I haven't seen her in a while."

He knew why that was. Ever since Logan hooked up with Ava, Wanda was MIA. "Great," he said, annoyed. "Anyone available this evening?"

"I think Tracy and Cassandra are available."

The thought of the curvy brunette and her lesbian lover had his balls tingling with newfound lust. "I think I could make it worth their while for an hour or so."

"Go get 'em, tiger," Julie said and walked away.

Brian glanced over at the bar. His throat closed with lust. Maggie's flushed face and shimmering eyes pulled at his soul. He couldn't take any more of this shit.
Fuck me.

He squeezed his eyes shut and willed away the unwanted feelings drumming though his body. Brian had two things going for him tonight. Cassandra was into him big time and her girlfriend liked to watch.

A good thing because he didn't know what he would do if he had to watch her practically screwing Nick in front of the whole club. Brian looked over at Maggie and Nick one last time. Thankfully, they were slinging drinks and not groping each other on the bar.

* * * *

Brian drove himself ball's deep into Cassandra's cunt while Tracy suckled her nipples. Cassandra’s hand moved to her pussy and rubbed. The added friction sent shockwaves to his balls.

Sweat poured down his body and dripped onto the champagne-colored satin sheets. He tried to get lost in the sights and sensations, but to no avail.

The red-walled room with its plush furnishing always added a little something to the experiences. He tried not to think about why he wasn't into the three-way. Brian's dick softened. Grunting he pulled out, grabbed his cock, and stroked it hard.

Brian lifted Cassandra's legs with his free hand and slammed back into her hot body. He swiveled his hips and tried to concentrate on the feeling of her wet heat clamping down around him. Images of Maggie dry humping Nick on the bar filled his mind instead. Disgusted with himself, he pumped his hips faster.

"Yes, like that," Cassandra screamed. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."

Brian jackhammered in and out of her cunt and watched Tracy pleasure her woman. The act used to have him biting back the need to come.
What the fuck is wrong with me?

Tracy stood, moved to Cassandra's head, and knelt beside her. Her eyes latched on to his. For a moment, he saw Maggie's emerald-colored eyes shining with desire. Tracy lifted her leg over Cassandra face, bringing him back to the task at hand. He shook his head.

Tracy took Cassandra nipples between her forefingers and thumbs and pulled hard. The other woman shivered, crying out in pure ecstasy.

"Eat me, bitch. Let's show him how it's done," Tracy said.

Cassandra moaned, her pussy clenching around him. Brian could feel she was ready to orgasm. He gripped her hips to ride her hard and fast—the way she liked it.

"Come, now," he demanded.

She lapped at Tracy's clit. The other woman bore down on her face and screamed. Only then did Cassandra come. Her body shuddered and a rush of molten heat soaked him.

Brian threw back his head. The memory of Maggie grinding her pussy against Nick's fly had Brian's balls demanding their release. He wondered what the other man's hand had done while under her dress. His body shuddered. White-hot heat snaked up his spine as cum filled the condom.