Seduced by Sin: Sean (Rugged Riders #3) (23 page)

“Marcus…?”

She hadn’t known about this, but knowing Justin for who he was now made her realize that he was probably capable of worse things than bailing on her after leading her to believe that she was the one for him. But she promised herself long ago that she wouldn’t dwell on what had went wrong or what she did wrong in her relationship.

Tanya shook her head. “I’m tired of the drama, really. I just want to forget about that moment of my life where I wasted so much time with him.”

“I understand. You have better things to do than worry about this, all right? That’s why I took care of it.”

“All right, but will you at least destroy the DVD?” she asked. “I don’t want to see it. And I don’t want you watching it again or anyone else for that matter.”

“This won’t ruin our night.” Marcus retrieved the DVD from out of the box and split it in two. “I have the steaks out on the patio, we can make it a date night in, watch some movies, just chill, and maybe I can demonstrate my attempt of a Swedish massage to relieve some of your tension. How about that?”

She smiled. “You know…I have missed you.”

T
anya leaned
against the elevator walls waiting for the dial to hit the fifteenth floor. It lugged along slowly despite the fact that the building was nearly deserted after normal business hours. When the buzzer finally chimed and the doors slid open revealing the receptionist area, she stepped inside Svelte Technologies’ corporate suite with a bag of takeout food.

Save for a few overhead lights over the waiting area, there was no one at the receptionist desk this hour of the evening. They had closed for regular business nearly three hours. Most everyone in the building was gone and from the silence on the floor the Svelte employee’s had gone for the day. Except for Marcus—who was working late.

Tanya picked the phone on the side of the desk and keyed Marcus’ extension.

“This is Brooks,” he answered the phone.

“I’m here.”

“Good timing,” he said. “I’m in the last office on the right. Three hundred.”

When she reached his office, he was seated at his desk over a mountain of paperwork. There were three coffee cups and a bag of trail mix on the desk. With only the dim lights on in the hallways and out into the cubicle areas, he was literally in the dark except for a lamp shining brightly on his desk.

He eyed her under his dark lashes with an appreciative grin on his face. “I think you wore that dress to distract me from my work.”

She’d just come from her photo shoot for graduation pictures, so she had no idea that wearing the little black dress could divert Marcus’ attention. But while she was here…

“Did not,” she teased, coming forward in the office. “I had graduation pictures today. Don’t you remember? I truly see what you mean now when you told me you worked after hours frequently.”

She sat the bag of Chinese take-out on his desk, and then sauntered over to the long five foot mirror that was attached to a small closet door. She smoothed down the front of her skirt with her palms and shimmied her hips a little to adjust it. “It’s not too tight, is it? I know I’ve gain like five pounds hanging out with you, but I’ve still been going to the gym.”

“You look sexy. I wouldn’t change a thing about you. Especially not those hips and definitely not that ass. I’d like some of those pictures when you get them, so I can put it here on my desk.”

Her face grew heated at his compliment. “I’ll think about it.” She turned and moved back to the desk to take out the contents of the bag, placing his Lo Mein noodles down in front of him. “Or I might just make you work for it.”

He slid his hand gentle around her forearm, and pulled her down to his level to kiss her. “What must I do?”

“I can think of a dozen ways.”

“Name one.” His fingers slid alongside the edge of her dress, where it had ridden up against her upper thigh.

She blushed. “Not here.”

“Why not?”

Tanya looked at him cross-eyed. “Are you serious?”

“No one’s around.” His hands moved further, teasing the silk edge of her thongs.

“You are a risk taker,” she said, and slipped away from him. “But, I don’t think you have it in you.”

Before she could move even two feet away from Marcus, he’d sprung up out of his chair and captured her in his grip. He crushed his lips onto hers and slid his tongue into her mouth. Her ass hit the edge of the desk hard as he pushed his solid frame against her and deepened the kiss.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, when they both came up panting for air.

She licked his lips, and pressed her pelvis against the hard length of him. “Call it what you will.”

His irises blazed with passion. “I’ll bend you over my desk, spank, and fuck you thoroughly.”

A warm shrill shot up her spine and she bit into her bottom lip. No matter how many times he did this, she was always shocked by his arrogant possessiveness, but now she was particularly intrigued by his wicked promise.

Tanya reached behind her to hit the switch on the lamp, so that they were completely in the dark in this office. She met his dark gaze. “You think you’re so bad. Do it, then. I dare you.”

He chuckled. “Hmmm, I’ve seen many sides of you, but this is a first…?”

“Oh, it’s been there,” she said, grabbing his thick rod through his dress pants. “I’ve been counting on you to bring it out.”

“Don’t ask for what you can’t handle quite yet. I’ve been easy on you thus far.”

This time she laughed softly. “You mean you’ve been holding back on me?” She tugged on his silver tie hard, and jerked him against her so that his face was nearly level with hers. “Give it to me, and then I will decide what I can handle.”

Two seconds later, her front was being pushed up against his desk with her ass high in the air. He was above her, breathing hot and heavy against her ear. “You knew what you were doing when you wore that short dress.”

Tanya bit her lip, nearly whimpering as he slid a finger behind the seat of her panties. He found her center and gliding his finger between her wetness. Her face was turned to the side where she could see his movements in the mirror. With his free hand he released himself from his slacks and stroked his thick hard flesh as he pleased her with wicked digits.

“Please,” she shuddered, as he lifted her dress until they were bunched at her hips.

He kneaded her ass, licking his lips and creasing his forehead in lust. “Once I start, I won’t stop.”

“Then do it quick before someone catches us,” she replied.

Marcus lifted her thongs, pulling the fabric aside and entered her aggressively. She nearly drew blood this time when she bit her lip to try to keep her scream of shock under control. She was already wet and her pussy milked him as he slid in and out, opening her up to his size.

He caressed her behind as he fucked her, driving deep each time. When his palm landed across her ass the first time, she did cry out. With every smack across her tight flesh, her pussy pulsed wildly.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes.” In the mirror, she could see his pelvis meeting her ass, never missing a single beat. “More.”

“You like to watch too?” He met her gaze in the mirror. “Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Marcus exaggerated his movements, pulling out all the way and then plunging back in sharply. The image nearly took her over the edge. He did it more than once, taunting her into an orgasm. He grabbed a handful of her hair in his fist and increased tempo and speed. Her body shock under him through her lengthy climax and more warm juices coated him as continued to ride her.

“Oh, shit…” He groaned, as neared his own completion.

They never took their eyes away from the image of them fucking in the mirror, even when hot semen burned through her during his completion.

“Oh, gosh.” His breathing slowed and they both tumbled in the chair behind them. “You’ve driven me to become a sex fiend.”

“Well you started it, bad boy,” she panted.

“And you asked for it, bad girl.”

Z
aira’s laughter
flowed toward Trent like a magnet, and he paused near the open glass pane doors to listen before following it inside the house. Aside from the partying, BBQ, and open bar, hearing Zaira’s voice had to have been the best moment of the block party. Actually seeing her would be the icing on the cake.

Trent hadn’t crossed paths with the beautiful vixen in several months despite how much Marcus and Tanya talked about her. Somehow both he and Zaira always seemed to pick opposite days of the week to visit the couple. Or was she avoiding him? It had been too long since he last saw her, and Trent wanted to hear Zaira’s beautiful voice up, close, and personal.

Right now he didn’t care if she refused to give him the time of day. If he could only have one moment to acknowledge that she was doing well that would make his night. Hell…he couldn’t even figure out why she kept giving him the cold shoulder anyway. What had he done to make her stay far away from him?

Trent grabbed a beer from the bar and looked around the room. There were about a dozen or so people inside celebrating as well but the ambiance was a lot more intimate than the area around the pool. The women outnumbered the men, but usually that was the way the brothers of Rugged Riders rolled. Especially on a night like this. This date marked the day of a new member’s initiation into RR. It didn’t matter how trivial the occasion was. If there was an excuse to celebrate with women, booze, and food, there almost always was a gathering. They were a close-knit circle of brothers, commonly connected by blood or friendship—and sometimes both. RR was a family he’d always been proud to be a part of.

A football game was being aired on the big screen television in front of three rows of theatre-style seating. The guys were getting riled up in their seats, yelling at a piece of plasma. The NFL season was in full swing and they all had their favorite teams to root for. Trent could conclude that there was live betting going on. Although betting was his forty, he was in pursuit of something greater.

On the other end of the basement was another wet bar where the cocktails and mixed drinks were being served by a couple of bartenders. Trent had not too long spoken with Drew, who’d recently inherited the mansion. Coincidentally his friend was the one who’d just been initiated. Amidst all the excitement was a pool table, but the active game was not what caught Trent’s immediate attention.

As soon as Trent spotted Zaira in the room, there was not one person or thing there that could’ve swayed his attention from her. He hadn’t expected her to be here. She almost never attended any events anymore, not even the one’s where her father had been the host.

Zaira Wright was bent over the pool table with a cue in her hand as she positioned herself to hit the ball. There were other spectators hanging around with cue sticks in what appeared to be a group game. It didn’t surprise Trent that the center of attention for the few RR brothers standing around the table was Zaira’s posed ass in a mini-skirt. He had this instant urge to barge in and snatch her away from roving eyes—an urge that he dispelled quickly given the circumstances.

Zaira made a clean hit, striking one ball, and sending two others into separate pockets. Two women standing off to the side cheered her on and they gave each other high-fives.

Zaira turned around and held her palm out to Nathan, a Texan RR. “Pay up.”

Nathan chuckled and pulled out his wallet. “You’ve got good aim.” He put several bills in Zaira’s palm.

Zaira was always up to something whenever she did attend the RR parties.

“You’ve got good cash too.” She inspected the bills and then stuck them into the waistband of her skirt. “I proved you wrong. I nailed them both, so what else do you bet I can’t do?”

Zaira was known for getting kicks on trying to prove someone she was right or that someone else was wrong. She liked to be in control and from what Trent knew about her, this trait got Zaira her way lots of times…and it also got Zaira in trouble lots of times. Her father definitely had stories for days about her run-ins with the authorities and the like.

“Finish the game. Nail them all,” Nathan said. “I bet you can’t do that.”

Zaira gestured toward the table, a perfect eyebrow arched high in challenge. “Put your money down.”

Nathan hesitated for a while until the two men behind him began to tease him. He took out a fresh twenty and laid it down on the corner of the table.

Zaira doubled over in laughter. “Are you kidding me? You’re gonna have to come better than that. Bet your whole wallet.”

Trent watched Nathan’s confident grin disappear, but with the other RR brothers urging him to put the entire contents of his wallet down to appease a woman’s challenge, he took the bait. He dropped his wallet on the edge of the table.

In that moment, Trent looked up and his gaze locked with Zaira’s. Her eyes sparked instant recognition and something else he couldn’t quite pinpoint. She wore the perfect poker face as she sized him up.

Trent took the opportunity and did the same. The flattering black mini skirt was not what attracted Trent to Zaira the most. He’d always had this infatuation to learn her from the inside out. It wasn’t a matter of if she would surrender control to him, but it was a matter of when.

But first, he wanted to witness her game plan on the pool table. Trent gave her a nod to greet her silently, twisted the cap off his bottle, and let the cool beer slide down his throat. He lowered the bottle after a few swallows only to find her still glaring at him while chalking her stick.

He winked. Zaira’s mouth parted slightly and her eyes were a bit glazed.

There were half empty cocktails lying on a table next to her lady friends. Right away he could tell that she’d had a little too much to drink. As Trent thought about it, her actions
were
out of the norm. Sure she was saucy, controlling, and challenging, but last time he was with her she hadn’t come off as the loose type. Had something changed or did she just need to lay off the cocktails for the rest of the night?

Her lips turned up in a slight grin and her eyelids fluttered downward before she diverted her gaze away from him. With a seductive sway of her hips, she picked up a cocktail, took a long sip, and prepared for her next shot.

Trent was not sure what this strange feeling was or what it meant. This warm thrill ran through him every time he saw something he wanted and intended to have. Even if it took all the determination in him, he would have what he wanted. There was also some other temper running through him and as he looked at the men who threw appreciating glances at the vixen posing and bending over the pool table ready to strike, he pinpointed exactly what it was. He wanted to be the only man in Zaira’s life.

He didn’t just want her once or twice. He wanted Zaira for himself without limits, infinitely. Biting at his bottom inner lip, he willed himself to cool this possessive streak down—at least for now.

It took Zaira less than five minutes to clear the table, pick up the guy’s wallet, and collect all of his cash. This feat didn’t surprise Trent either—after all, he was the one who taught her to the play a mean pool game in the first place. He couldn’t help but to smile, feeling proud of her win.

The three women she apparently came with surrounded her, cheering her on once again. One of them had a round of shots on a tray and each woman took their turns indulging. Behind Trent, Nathan’s crew taunted him about losing all of his money to a woman.

Trent was beginning to feel like a spectator to an outside party he wasn’t invited to, but then Zaira lifted her gaze once more to meet his. He felt a little better knowing that she had, in fact, acknowledged that he was there. He couldn’t keep her eyes off her, not even if he tried to. Right now, it was virtually impossible. Her laughter, her voice, her body, and even her competitive nature drew him in.

So when Zaira turned, took a step in the opposite direction, and began to stumble, he couldn’t help but to intervene. When he caught up to the group of women they were still boasting about Zaira’s win. When she leaned against the wall in what looked like an attempt to gain her composure, her friends moved in to hold her steady.

“Ladies…” Trent moved in to help them hold Zaira upright. “I’ll take over from here.”

A blonde beauty turned around the looked him up and down. “Oooo,” she exclaimed. “We were just leaving, but do you mind helping us all out?”

The women giggled and whispered amongst themselves, and then another drew closer to him. “Yeah, we might just stay for a little while longer if you do.”

It seemed that they were either tipsy from their drinking game or halfway to drunk—or maybe just pretending to be. On any other day, Trent would have indulged them. But not on this day…

Trent’s gaze toggled back and forth between Zaira and her friends. “Who’s driving?”

“I am,” one of Zaira’s friends stepped forward with a set of keys. “You coming with us?”

“No, ma’am. Thanks for the offer, but I got my own ride,” Trent said. “Excuse me, ladies.” He turned toward Zaira who hadn’t said a thing. “I need a word with you.”

“What about?”

“About Svelte. Can we talk alone?”

Zaira looked at him apprehensively. For a moment, he thought he saw a hint of concern marking her face at the mention of her father’s company.

“Damn, Zaira. You told us you were single and looking. What gives?” one of Zaira’s drunk friends said from behind. “You said you hadn’t had dick in m—”

“—Pam…geez…” Zaira ran her fingers through her ponytail and bit at her bottom lip—something she always did when she was embarrassed. “Trisha, give me a minute. I’m going to that new joint with y’all, so don’t leave without me.”

“Are you alright?” Trent asked when her friends were out of earshot.

“Yeah.”

“But you’re drunk.”

“I only had one drink. I’m not that drunk. And if I was, then what…?” Zaira put her hands on her hips. “I came to party, eat, and drink. I’m not driving, I’m not causing problems, and I’m minding my own business. You’ve got issues with all that?”

“I do.” Trent moved in closer. “You can barely walk and are in no position to go bar hopping.”

“We’re going to
one
bar after this. That hardly constitutes hopping.”

“You’re already slizzard. If your friends hadn’t held you up, you would’ve been on your pretty little ass,” he said.

Perfectly groomed eyebrows arched downward. “Is your name Loyd Wright, by any chance?”

“Last time I checked my ID, it read Trent Byron Stone. What’s your father got to do with this?”

“He gave me my last orders at seventeen years old,” she retorted.

“You told me once that I was the closest thing you had to a brother. I’m just looking out for you,” he replied.

“There’s a difference between giving me orders and looking out for me.”

He breathed deeply, taking in her exotic scented perfume. “I’m a little confused. I thought you loved being on the receiving end.”

She shook her head. “What?”

Trent chuckled. “Do you like to give or receive?”

Zaira gasped and straightened her back against the wall. “You’re twisting my words around. Again. You’re good at that, aren’t you, Trent?”

Her face was so close to his and he whispered, “You know what else I’m good at? Detecting a lie. You’ve had more than one drink.”

“Look, you told me you wanted to talk about something. What is—”

Zaira swayed again and this time he pressed his body gently against hers to keep her upright. She pressed her palm against her forehead. “I guess that last shot did me in.” She chuckled nervously.

“How many did you have?”

“Three or four.”

“Quit while you’re ahead,” he said.

“Trisha is our designated driver tonight and they’re ready to go.”

“They’re ready to go to a bar and you will not be going with them. I take care of my own and those of my RR brothers. Your father qualifies and I’m responsible for making sure you get home safely.”

Zaira’s body grew lax against his. She pressed against his chest and held onto the front of his shirt for support. “Oh…”

“What in the world did you drink?” He lifted her chin to glance at her face.

“I drank too much of the Crown. Okay, I admit it. You happy now?”

“Zaira…”

She pursed her lips in defiance. “I haven’t enjoyed a night with my girls in forever. So, save it.”

“So, what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna willingly let me drive you home or are we going to cause a scene?”

She grabbed onto his forearm. “I need some water and then I’ll decide.”

“Fine. Here’s an empty seat.” He gestured toward a side chair near the wall. “Just stay right here and I’ll come back with water.”

“Mmhmm, just hurry,” she said, as she slumped down in the chair and pressed her palms to her face.

By the time Trent had grabbed some bottled water, found her friends and convinced them that he was sane, not a criminal, knew her parents, and would get her safely home, Zaira had leaned against the chair and had apparently passed out. He wasn’t amused at all, but at least this ensured her protests about calling it a night were kept to a minimum.

He scooped her up and headed toward the door to his ride. As soon as the fresh night air hit them, she came to.

“Trent?” she murmured against his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Yeah…that’s me.”

“You smell good.” She breathed in deeply, eyes still closed. “You taking me home, right?”

“Of course.”

“Do you want me?”

Trent halted abruptly. He had to pause to look at her for a moment, to make sure that those words actually came from her mouth. She’d spoken the words, but he reminded himself that she was intoxicated.

“Yes, I want you,” he replied.

“Perfect,” she whispered. “It’s time to break a record.”

He almost stumbled over a landscape rock as he crossed the huge front lawn to get to his ride. “What record?”

“I’m in no state to ride your bike.”

“I drove my car.” He didn’t miss the fact that she’d never answered his question.
“What record?”