Rough Justice (8 page)

For six months she’d built up an image and a fantasy. She didn’t want the Ivan of her dreams, but the actual man—here, in her home. She was discovering the real man appealed far more than anything she’d mentally contrived.

Jay opened the fridge. “Didn’t you have a bottle of cheap wine in here the other day?”

Roxie laughed. “You drank it.” She bumped Jay out of the way and grabbed the carton of eggs from a shelf.

“We’re celebrating and I need a drink so we can have a toast.”

“The only toast I have is going to be made out of bread.” She handed him the loaf. “What are we celebrating?” Roxie grabbed a beer from the door. “Here. Ivan, do you want one?” He nodded. Roxie handed him a beer then grabbed the tub of butter spread. “Eggs and toast?”

Ivan approached, set his beer on the counter and took the items from her. “Go change. We’ll make food.”

Roxie paused. “Really? Great! But Jay, what are we celebrating?”

“A scout for the Diamondbacks was in the stands at yesterday’s game. There’s talk, Rox. I could be in Arizona by the end of the week.”

“Oh my god!” She launched into his arms. “This is your dream, baby! You have to chase it. Holy shit! This is
incredible
.”

Jay’s smile was pleased, yet humble. She knew the journey had been too long for him to show arrogance over his possible good fortune.

“I’m so proud of you.”

Jay released Roxie and hopped up, sitting on the counter. “If it happens, it’ll happen fast.”

“Will you relocate to Arizona?” Ivan opened cupboards until he found a bowl, then started cracking eggs.

“I’ll be right back.” Roxie hurried to her room, stripping out of her clothing along the way. She heard Ivan and Jay chatting and warmth filled her chest. She didn’t understand the connection. She only knew these two men each met her needs as a woman. Jay was comfort and friendship. But Ivan, holy hell—the man made her cream her panties with one glance. He gazed at her with longing and had for months. When she was with Ivan, he made her feel like a desirable woman. His touch went beyond feeling good. He infused her with erotic power.

She glanced around her bedroom. This should be the next do-it-herself project. After the way Ivan had reacted to her dance, she wanted to give him a very private, very interactive performance. The bedroom had plenty of room for a pole and a mirrored wall.

She went into the en-suite bathroom and washed her makeup from her face. This was the first room she’d remodeled after she’d moved into the house. Her parents, now retired to Florida, had helped her with a down payment, though she’d saved enough to get started. Her first purchase had been the jetted tub and high-powered, massaging showerhead.

A robust laugh from the kitchen grabbed her attention. That was
Ivan
. Another laugh from Jay. She scrambled into a silky camisole and shorts.

Back in the kitchen, Ivan was at the stove and Jay had set the table. She paused. Not quite the typical family dinner, considering that when they retired to bed they’d all go together.

She approached Ivan. “Smells wonderful.” She put her hand on his back pocket and peered into the frying pan. Gooey cheese melted over a vegetable omelet, the combined aroma of tomatoes, green peppers and onions wafting on the air. They’d all have lovely breath tonight. “So what were the two of you laughing about?”

Ivan slid the omelet onto a platter. “Time to eat.” He handed a plate piled high with buttered toast to her.

“I’ve been telling him Roxie stories.”

Great. She’d gotten into her share of mischief over the years. Some of her escapades shouldn’t be retold to a cop. Jail had plenty of iron bars—she was happy with her brass poles.

“Maybe I should get the duct tape out for
your
mouth.” She sat down and put a piece of toast on her plate.

Ivan sat next to her and Jay stared at her from across the table. “Remember the first time we went to dinner with Pete Strom?”

Roxie snorted, but inside she giggled.

Jay turned to Ivan. “Pete plays on my baseball team. It was the beginning of last season. He was new to the team, but we hit it off and became friends.”

Roxie watched Ivan as Jay retold the story. He piled omelet on his toast and ate while his gaze shifted between her and Jay.

“I had to work at the club,” she said. “But I met Jay and Pete at the Mongolian barbecue.”

“Realize Roxie loves to eat there. It’s a little hole in the wall downtown. Have you heard of the place?”

Ivan swallowed and took a sip of beer. “If it’s the one I’m thinking of, an alley runs behind the building.”

Jay pointed at Ivan with his fork. “Yep, that’s the one.” Jay shifted his fork to point at Roxie. “Do you want to tell the story?”

She took a big bite and shook her head.

“I thought the place was closed down by the health department.”

Roxie couldn’t stifle the laugh building in her chest. “It has been several times.”

Jay nodded and cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, for having cats in the freezer. I’m not sure where the owners are from but apparently neighborhood alley strays are on the family menu.”

Ivan leaned back in his chair. “Most of the time, those types of claims are just rumors.”

“Oh no,” Roxie said. “It’s true. I don’t think they serve cats to customers. At least I hope they don’t.”

Jay laughed. “That isn’t what you led Pete to believe.”

Roxie started to giggle, which built to a full-blown laugh. She couldn’t stop.

“Pete had a big mouthful of barbecue. Enjoyed the hell out of the food. He hummed his approval. ‘Mmm. Delicious’.” Jay exaggerated the movements of his mouth as if he was Pete that day in the restaurant. “Roxie, with a straight face, asks Pete—”

Roxie ceased laughing long enough to speak. “How does your pussy taste?”

Ivan laughed.

“Then Roxie tells Pete the story of the pussy cats in the freezer.” Jay tipped his beer and swallowed.

Ivan pushed his plate away. “Roxie?” His voice was low and husky.

“Yes?”

“I’d like to know how your pussy tastes.”

Silence descended. Breath froze in her lungs. “You already know,” she whispered.

Ivan stood and grasped her fingers in his rough, calloused hand. “I’m still hungry.” He pulled her up, drawing his fingertip along her collarbone. “Famished.” He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and inched them over her hips. “Can I feast on your cream, Roxie? Are you wet?” He slid his palm down her stomach, under the edge of her panties, and cupped her mound.

Roxie’s knees weakened. She clutched Ivan’s arms as he traced the seam of her bare pussy lips, gathering cream on his finger.

“Oh yes, please.” Widening her stance, she urged his hand farther into her panties. “Oh god.” Ivan plunged one finger deep.

Jay stacked the dishes on the table then moved them to the counter.

Ivan touched his lips to hers as he spoke. “Would you please lie on the table? Jay and I would like to finish our meal.”

Rapid beats of her heart pumped blood into the hot regions of her body. Her taut nipples poked against her top and her pussy clenched around Ivan’s finger. This was happening too fast. She’d wanted to dance for them, be the seductress of their fantasies and at the same time, a flesh-and-blood woman.

But Ivan lifted her onto the table, snapped the sides of her panties, tore them off and spread her thighs wide. Grasping the edge of her camisole, he slowly lifted, exposing her bare flesh. Naked, she lay back.

“Jay,” she said. “We’re going to need a condom.”

“No, Roxie, we’re going to need several.” He momentarily left the room, returning to toss several condoms on the table.

Ivan pushed her knees toward her ears. Moisture glistened on her flesh. She was wet, dripping and sweet-smelling. He darted his tongue into her channel then licked to her clit, curling his tongue around the bud and sucking it into his mouth. The scent, the sounds, the three of them together, messed with his mind. At the moment he didn’t care that Jay had lowered the zipper on his jeans and exposed his stiff dick. Ivan’s cock throbbed too. They both wanted Roxie. Both cared about her and wanted to pleasure her.

Last night in the darkened room, he didn’t have to think about what Jay did or Roxie’s response to him. Under the bright dining room light, her flushed body displayed for them, he accepted that he had to share.

“Jay.” Ivan glanced to the refrigerator. “It’s time for dessert. I believe I saw the makings for a decadent sundae.”

“I like the way you think.”

Jay returned to the table with spoons, a half-gallon of mocha ice cream, a small jar of maraschino cherries, chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream.

Roxie leaned up on her elbows. “Hey, if you’re using my PMS supplies, I get to play too.”

Ivan glanced from Jay to Roxie. There were complications to their little party. Yes, he’d had a good time swapping stories with Jay, but he wasn’t about to get any more involved than taking turns pleasuring her. And if he was lucky, Jay would be on his way to Arizona and he and Roxie could explore a more traditional relationship. Group sex was temporary.

He glanced at the ice cream and fixings. If he dished up Roxie like a sundae, who sampled what and where?

Evidently Jay didn’t have the same concerns. He took the bottle of syrup and drizzled chocolate sauce over her dusky nipples. Chocolate swirled and crisscrossed over her smooth flesh. Taking the can of whipped cream, he squirted fluffy mounds onto her breasts then filled his mouth with the sweet cream. He swallowed and grabbed a jar. “Do you want her cherry, Soto?” Jay laughed as he dropped a maraschino cherry in her bellybutton. Then he circled her navel with more whipped cream.

Roxie’s back arched off the table and her stomach muscles quivered. “It’s cold.”

Bending over Roxie, Jay dragged his tongue through the syrup. “Want a taste?” He flicked the tip of his tongue against her lips. They parted and he sealed their mouths together.

During the passionate exchange, Ivan watched tongues touch, taste, curl around each other. Pressure built behind the fly of his jeans. He never would’ve thought watching a woman—a woman he wanted for himself—with another man could be such a powerful aphrodisiac. Desire burned in his chest and his gut clenched. He wanted her…more so because Jay wanted her too.

Ivan opened the carton of ice cream, scooped two fingers through the frozen confection and painted her pussy lips. Ice cream melted and dripped onto the table.

Roxie shrieked. Her thighs snapped together as Ivan dipped his fingers back into the ice cream. “Are you hot, Roxie? Should I cool you down?” He spread her thighs again and slid his cold fingers, dripping with melting ice cream, into her heated depths.

Putting her legs over his shoulders, Ivan sat in a chair and licked the sweet cream from her folds. The sensation of hot and cold had her writhing in pleasurable agony. He savored the tang of her musk with the mocha flavor. Putting his hands under her ass, he lifted her fully against his mouth, twisted his tongue into her weeping hole before ferociously sucking her clit.

Her moans escalated to cries. “Ivan!” Her fingers grasped his hair and held his face hard against her mound. Spasms rocked her body. He rode her orgasm, drinking her as her internal muscles gripped and released. Ivan lifted his gaze. Jay stroked his cock, watching Roxie—and watching him. Jay had taken off his shirt. Muscles bunched in his forearm, flexed with the powerful stroking of his cock.

Roxie gulped air until her breathing eased. She rested back against the table, her thighs opening wider as the tightness left her muscles.

Ivan stood, freed his cock then pushed his jeans down and off. He stood at Roxie’s feet and Jay stood near her head. Melted whipped cream trickled over her breasts, dripping down her globes and pooling on her sternum. She reached into the carton, scooping a gooey glob of ice cream. She ate a big bite, licked her fingers then leaned up on her elbows and wrapped her lips around Jay’s engorged crown.

“Oh god.” Jay cupped her head in his palms. “Cold.”

“Mmm-hmm. And delicious.” Wrapping her fist around the base, she squeezed his shaft and lowered her chilled lips. She pumped and sucked, her fist meeting her mouth in the middle.

Ivan matched the rhythm, pumping his own shaft with perfect pressure. Wanting to imagine her cold mouth on his sac, he grabbed a fistful of ice cream and smeared it over his scrotum. He threw his head back and howled. His balls drew up, lightning flashing through his body. Faster, harder. Heated skin slid smoothly over his steel rod.

He groaned. His cock jumped, lengthened, ready to spurt his seed over her sticky flesh.

“Ivan, no, I want you inside me.”

Christ, he wanted inside her too. But she was in the center of the table and he couldn’t reach her. At the moment, his cock pulsed. He ached to come. Burying his shaft in her hot core was infinitely more appealing than stroking himself, but she’d have to let go of Jay and scoot closer to him. His gaze moved from her passion-clouded eyes to Jay’s partially closed ones.

Fuck it.

Ivan grabbed a condom and stretched it over his shaft. Then he crawled onto the table, causing it to creak. The damn thing could collapse. But he had to be inside her—now. Hovering above her, with fierce hunger driving his motions, he spread her thighs wide, grasped her hips and plunged inside.