Smoking Hot (14 page)

“Whose name did you write?”

“Your grandfather's. You forgot to write his name down.” He scribbled something else. “And Tilly's.”

“That's not funny,” Raine said.

“I didn't mean for it to be.” Dillon knew she would be angry at him for putting her grandfather on the list, but he couldn't rule out Sock or Tilly.

“That's totally ridiculous. Tilly and my grandfather did not rob the bank. Think about what you're saying. There's no way they could pull it off without me knowing.”

“You know that for a fact?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation.

Always the protector, even though it might clear her name. If her grandfather was guilty, Raine would do whatever it took to keep him out of trouble, even go so far as taking the blame herself.

“Sock would do anything to save the ranch,” he said to explain his way of thinking. “You're exhausted from trying to keep everything together. You work the graveyard shift, then come home and do the chores. He knows you were close to the breaking point. Being financially stable would fix everything. No more long hours for you. He could hire someone to do repairs. All his problems would be gone.”

She was shaking her head, still not seeing the big picture, so he continued. “You gave up everything for him. A job you loved, an apartment in the city. You even traded in your car to help pay bills. The least he could do is rob a bank for you.”

She strode toward him, fire shooting from her eyes. “My grandfather would never rob a bank. Not for me or anyone else.” She stopped in front of him, fists doubled. “He would rather lose everything than break the law.”

“Yet he steals animals.”

Her eyes grew round. “That's a lie.”

“Isn't that one of the reasons you came home? He was accused of stealing a horse?”

“He didn't steal the horse. The owners were letting the poor animal starve to death because they couldn't afford the feed. He rescued the mare.”

“And they filed a complaint.”

“Which was dropped.”

“He stole a horse.”

“Rescued!”

“Stole.”

Her cheeks turned red and her mouth puckered. “Rescued!”

She drew back her arm. Before she connected with his chin, his hand closed over her fist and he pulled her forward. She was so intent on throwing a punch that she lost her balance and fell into him.

Her gaze collided with his. “I hate you,” she said between gritted teeth.

He drew in a breath as the warmth of her body surrounded him. Yeah, he pushed her. He wanted her to lose her temper because he couldn't stand not holding her one second longer.

“Liar,” he said.

Raine attempted to squirm away, but she only managed to ignite the fire inside him, and apparently inside herself, too, because her arms suddenly went around his neck and she pulled him closer, her body melting against his. He'd been an idiot to think he could go much longer without taking her into his arms, without making love to her.

“I do hate you.” But her words were soft and lacked conviction. “Grandpa and Tilly didn't rob the bank.”

“Shh, it'll be okay.”

“Say it.” She pulled away enough to look into his eyes.

“They didn't rob the bank.” In his heart, Dillon knew Sock wouldn't commit a felony. Not even to save his ranch.

She raised her lips to his. He leaned down, tasted her. The kiss deepened. He wanted her so damn bad it made his knees weak. He tugged her shirt out of her pants, then pulled the sides apart, ignoring the sound of ripping material. She pushed his T-shirt up. A sigh shuddered through her body as naked flesh pressed against naked flesh.

He broke the kiss long enough to toss his hat to the side. He grabbed the hem of the cotton material and yanked it over his head before he pulled her back into his arms. When he looked into her eyes he saw victory shining in hers.

“You think you've won.”

Her smile was slow and oozed confidence. “I know I've won.” She rubbed her breasts against his chest.

He gritted his teeth as pleasure filled him. Her nipples scraped back and forth. Before he could recover, she slipped her hands under his waistband. The first button was undone before he could think of anything to say. Her knuckles scraped across his erection. Fire shot through him. He wanted more.

“Let me stop the ache,” she said.

He barely heard her words right before she shoved his jeans down. His briefs went with them. The scraping of material across his already swollen member had him grasping her shoulders so he wouldn't fall over.

“Nice,” she murmured as her gaze dropped. She caressed the tip of his erection.

He jerked.

“I'm going to make love to you and you'll enjoy every minute,” she said.

Dillon fought to regain control of his emotions. There would be new rules to the game. He wasn't about to let her win this time.

“That feels good,” he said.

Her laugh was light. “I knew you were hurting. We both want the same thing. Why deny it?” She had the look of a woman already picking up her first place trophy.

“Take off your pants,” he told her.

Her forehead furrowed as though she questioned if that was a good idea or not. He could see the wheels turning inside her head as she wondered how vulnerable that would make her. Dillon didn't want her to think too long or too hard about what she should do.

“Please,” he pretended to beg. “I can't stand another minute not seeing you naked.”

She relaxed, thinking she still had control. “I'll please you in ways you've never thought about.” She unfastened her jeans and pushed them over her hips.

“Better?” she teased as she lightly rested her hands on her hips. “Or would you like me to take off more?” She snapped the waistband of her silky blue panties.

His dick jerked. “More,” he barely managed to say. Okay, so this wasn't going to be easy. But did he really want it easy?

“Then you take them off.” She turned and walked a short distance away. When she faced him again, she stood with her feet slightly apart. “Come over here and remove them,” she demanded.

Always the dominatrix. His eyes swept over her. He wouldn't mind playing the game her way, but he wanted her to experience more. To do that, she had to give up control.

He strolled toward her but didn't stop in front. He continued until he stood behind her. When she would have turned, he put his hands on her shoulders. “Not this time, lady. We're going to play the game by my rules.” He lightly rested his hands on her shoulders.

She stiffened. “I refuse to…”

He slid his hands down until they covered her breasts, then lightly squeezed.

“This isn't…”

“Isn't what?” He spoke close to her ear.

“I won't let any man dominate me.”

“I don't want to dominate you.”

“But you said…”

“It's only a game. Let me take you somewhere you've never been. What are you afraid of?”

“Losing control,” she finally whispered.

“Don't be.” He would have to prove to her that losing control would make her stronger, not weaker. “Close your eyes.”

A tremble swept over her.

“I'm only going to take you somewhere.”

“What about my clothes?”

“You won't need them. Now close your eyes.”

Dillon hoped she was ready for this. He closed his eyes. The ground beneath their feet disappeared. She gasped and clung to his arm. Her backside pressed against his front, creating a sweet ache inside him.

“What's happening?” she cried.

“Shh, I'll keep you safe.”

Over the centuries Dillon had gotten used to traveling through space. The air rushing past, the whirring sounds, and flashing lights didn't bother him. He supposed anyone could get used to anything over time.

He opened his eyes and watched the lights swirl around them. They never ceased to amaze him. Shades of brilliant blue, red, and green, flashing and turning as though he was on the inside of a kaleidoscope. Then the lights faded and the sounds ebbed to a whisper. Raine's nail-biting grip loosened when their feet settled on solid ground once again.

“Where are we?” she asked without releasing his arm.

“The House of Ecstasy.”

“It's dark.”

“Would you like to see?”

“I'm not sure. Why did you bring me here?”

“The house is a place where all sexual inhibitions are left at the door. It's a place where you can experience incredible delights.” He lightly brushed his fingers back and forth across her nipples. “I can make it lighter so you can see. If you're not scared, that is.”

She stiffened. “Did you think I would be?”

“Are you?”

“Of course I'm not frightened. But I still won't let you dominate me.”

He smiled, knowing she was curious. He sensed from the very beginning she had a strong sexual appetite but was afraid to let go. To her, that would be a sign of weakness. She had to be strong for everyone around her. To do less was unthinkable. He planned to show her that losing control wouldn't destroy who she was.

“I doubt anyone will ever dominate you completely. Are you ready to explore?”

“Why not? Okay, show me the house. I'll let you know if I'm impressed.”

He waved his arm and the dim light began to grow brighter. The room was large with fine silk in pale blue covering the walls. A multi-tiered chandelier hung from the ceiling, dripping with royal blue teardrop crystals with diamonds looped between them. The white carpet was thick and plush beneath his bare feet. There was no furniture. Fountains poured into a small pool at the end of the room.

“It's beautiful,” she whispered.

He slid his hand down her arm and grasped her hand. “Come with me. There's more to show you.”

“What is this room used for?” she asked as he led her toward the door on the far side.

“It's called the orgy room.”

She stumbled to a stop. “Say what?” Her eyes grew large and her mouth dropped open.

Her reaction didn't surprise him. Dillon remembered the first time he came here, but the room wasn't empty then. There were quite a few people. Men and women in various stages of undress. Some were making love, others were talking and laughing. It didn't seem to matter if they were the same sex or the opposite as long as the main goal was to experience pleasure in all its forms. He'd been shocked and aroused at the same time.

“You mean like naked people having sex?”

“Exactly.”

“How does someone like you come across a place like this?”

“Stereotyping?”

She raised her eyebrows.

He laughed. “I dated a fairy once.”

Now Dillon could see he'd shocked her. “Fairies are very sensual creatures. She was no exception.”

“She?”

“Yes, a female. What did you think I meant?” She didn't have to answer. He enjoyed teasing her. “Love comes in all forms,” he said, turning serious. “Don't let preconceived notions cloud your mind.”

“I didn't say anything,” she said defensively. “Is this all you were going to show me?”

She was getting testy again. He enjoyed arguing with her because he knew she couldn't win. He took her hand again and they moved toward the door. “Fairies have houses similar to this one all over the universe. The fairies' powers fade if they don't feed their sexual appetites. These are safe houses, you might say.”

He tapped on the door. A window opened and a scanner swept over their bodies. The blue light warmed his skin like a caress. Raine gasped. This was just the beginning of her tour.

“I assumed the house was empty. I only have on my panties, and you're naked!” she whispered. But when she looked at him, desire rose in her eyes before she could tamp it down.

Dillon almost pulled her into his arms and said to hell with the rest of the tour. The only thing going through his mind was making love to Raine. Before he could act on his impulse, the window closed and the door swung open.

He told himself what Raine experienced would make the wait worthwhile. He stepped over the threshold, then held out his hand. There was only the briefest hesitation before she took it and stepped into the other room.

Dillon loved the fact that Raine was up for any challenge. This was only the first one.

The room was dark. Raine wondered what exactly she'd gotten herself into by telling Dillon she wasn't scared. House of Ecstasy? Sex? Orgies? Besides the fact that she was naked except for her panties. Of course she was scared! She was terrified.

No
you're not.

Yes
I
am
, she told the voice inside her head, but she knew she felt anything but terrified. Dillon made her feel vibrant and alive.

Excited trembles ran up and down her body, much like the blue scanner right before the door swung open. Not wearing much didn't concern her at this point. She wanted to see what Dillon was going to show her. Her curiosity wasn't the only thing aroused. But she couldn't see a damn thing. Only shadows.

“What's happening?” she finally gave in and asked. She knew Dillon wanted her to make the first move.

He stepped behind her and squeezed her breasts as he pulled her closer. That was nice. Her eyelids drooped as she leaned against him. She enjoyed being snuggled against his chest; knowing he was ready for sex added to her pleasure.

Were they in the middle of another orgy room? She didn't hear anyone else, but the thought of being surrounded by naked bodies in the throes of passion turned her on. When Dillon waved his arm, she was a little disappointed to see they were the only ones in the room.

As her eyes adjusted, Raine saw they stood behind a picture window, so it was almost as though they were looking into the neighbors' living room. The room was stylishly decorated with a beige sofa and two dark brown chairs. There was a brown fur rug on the hardwood floor. Two end tables and a glass coffee table. Artwork on the wall. Nothing fancy. Modern but generic. This was what he wanted to show her? “No one is home,” she said.

“Wait.”

A door opened and two men and a woman entered. They were dressed well, like they were just getting home from a party. The woman wore a white silk top tucked into a black-and-white polka-dot skirt that came to just above her knees, and black heels. Both men wore dark gray slacks. One wore a pale yellow shirt and the other a red one. They all looked happy and relaxed as they came inside.

One of the men went to a cart in the corner of the room and mixed drinks while the couple made themselves comfortable on the sofa. Raine couldn't help wondering what would happen next, if they would have their drinks, say good night, and go to bed.

The man brought three drinks over and gave one to the woman and the other to the second man before making himself comfortable on the other side of the woman. The woman said something Raine couldn't hear, but the men both laughed.

“Is this legal? Watching them, I mean,” she asked, but couldn't drag her eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of her. She knew something was going to happen between them. Why else would Dillon bring her here?

“They know someone is watching. That's why they chose this room. It heightens their experience.”

She swallowed. What experience? Her mouth grew dry and she found it hard to swallow. Dillon's fingers trailing over her breasts and abdomen were only making her imagination more vivid.

The man in the red shirt casually placed his hand on the woman's knee. Raine couldn't drag her gaze away when he began to run his fingers back and forth across her knee. The man said something, but Raine couldn't hear his words.

Again, Dillon waved his arm.

“That feels nice, Scott,” the woman said.

Raine stepped back, except Dillon's body directly behind her made it impossible to go far.

“Don't worry,” he said. “We can hear them, but they can't hear us.”

She nodded, taking his word for it, but knowing something about this had to be wrong. Still, she couldn't force herself to look away.

The other man finished his drink and set his glass on the coffee table in front of him. He shifted his position, then placed his hand on the woman's other knee.

Raine's thighs clenched. She could almost feel the men touching the woman. She wanted them to move their hands higher.

“Intense, isn't it?” Dillon asked.

“Yes.” Her voice cracked and she couldn't say more.

The woman smiled, then finished her drink, fanning herself as though the alcohol had made her overly warm. “It's getting a little hot.”

The other man set his glass down, then took hers. He laughed and picked up a magazine, waving it in front of her. “Maybe you have on too many clothes, Kara.”

“You're such a bad boy, Nick.” She wagged her finger at both men, but began to unbutton her blouse. When she had the buttons undone she pushed open the sides of her shirt. The lacy pale pink bra cupped her breasts and pushed them up, but didn't cover her rosy nipples. They were bared for both men to enjoy.

Raine's body grew warm. She knew it was wrong to watch but she couldn't stop. The scene playing out in front of her was so damned erotic, like she watched a live porn movie. Dillon didn't make matters any better by lightly tracing his finger around her nipple, then moving to her other breast and repeating the movement. Her nipples already ached to the point that they were painful.

“That's better,” Scott said.

“I dreamed about looking at your tits the whole time we were at the party,” Nick told her. “That, and touching your pussy.”

Raine drew in a sharp breath when Nick reached beneath Kara's skirt. The woman gasped, then wiggled farther down on the sofa so Nick could have better access. Her hips began to raise and lower.

Raine found herself moving her own hips to the same rhythm. She moaned. Dillon slid his hand over her abdomen and beneath her panties. When he touched her, she cried out, then quickly stifled the sound.

“It doesn't matter. Remember, they can't hear you. Do you like watching them?”

“Yes.” Did that make her sick and perverted? She'd never watched anyone having sex.

“Then keep watching.” Dillon's breath fanned her cheek, causing ripples of pleasure to tingle over her body. He didn't have to tell her. She couldn't look anywhere else.

“I want to see you touching her,” Scott said, then pushed the woman's skirt up so that her sheer white panties showed. Nick's hand was inside and he was moving it back and forth. “Fucking sweet,” he breathed. “But let's take them off.”

Scott tugged on her panties. Nick hooked his finger in the waistband and began to help. Kara's panties slid down her thighs, over her knees, and dropped to the rug. They each took one of her legs and draped it across their own.

Kara glanced down, then covered her mouth as though she might be shocked. “Oh my, what are you two going to do now that I'm so exposed?”

“We'll think of something.” Nick laughed.

The men began to rub their fingers over her clit. Scott took an ice cube from his glass and ran it over her nipples while Nick rubbed an ice cube between her legs. The woman arched her back.

“Oh yes, that feels so fucking good.”

Dillon slid his fingers down lower. “You're damp.”

Raine's nerves were raw. She was almost to her breaking point. “I want you,” she gasped.

“Not yet. Soon,” he whispered, then dipped his tongue inside her ear. “Watch.”

Raine nibbled her bottom lip, barely able to stand the exquisite pleasure he created inside her. But she watched, just as he asked. She didn't think.

Nick eased the woman's leg from across his thighs and stood. While Scott caressed her, Nick began to remove his clothes. The couple on the sofa watched him strip. Nick's shirt fell to the floor. He took his time sliding his zipper down.

Raine held her breath. Waiting. Just like Kara and Scott.

Nick's pants slid to the floor. He hooked one finger in the waistband of his gray boxers, then paused. The woman reached toward him, silently pleading. He didn't keep her waiting. He lowered his boxers far enough that he exposed the red, glistening tip of his penis.

“I want to touch you.” Kara's words were husky with need.

Raine held her breath, afraid the sound of her breathing might cause her to miss hearing something. The man pushed his boxers lower. Raine stared.

“Beautiful.” Scott openly stared.

Nick reached out and took Kara's hand, closing it around the tip of his penis. Then he took Scott's hand and pulled it against the shaft. “Yes,” he breathed as he rocked against their hands.

Raine had never seen men touch each other, but it was beautiful, it was sexy. Scott fondled Nick as though he admired something that had been created so perfectly that he couldn't help but caress it.

Nick moved to the sofa. He stroked the other man's face, then kissed the woman. Scott stood and began to remove his clothes. When his pants slid to the floor, Kara sat forward and licked up the length of his erection before taking him into her mouth.

Scott groaned and closed his eyes, hips rocking forward. Nick pulled Kara's shirt down her arms and tossed it away from them before unhooking her bra. He leaned his head against her back, placing tiny kisses on her pale skin as he took her breasts in his hands and massaged.

“Fuck her, Nick,” Scott said. “I want to see your dick sliding in and out of her.”

“Yes, fuck me,” Kara moaned.

Nick didn't need any more encouragement. He unhooked her skirt and tugged the zipper down. Kara stopped sucking Scott's dick long enough to stand and wiggle out of her skirt. All three were naked. Nick sat back on the sofa, patting his thighs. Kara backed up to him, straddling his legs as she lowered her body onto him. His dick slid inside her wetness.

“Oh yeah, right there. Damn, that feels fucking great. Your pussy is so tight,” Nick said.

Scott moved so that Kara could take him in her mouth again. As she began to suck Scott's dick, Nick slid his hand down to Scott's balls and began to fondle him. Kara rocked her body back and forth.

Dillon slid his fingers up Raine's clit, then pressed them against her pussy. She couldn't think straight. Her thoughts were jumbled as she watched the threesome, her body on fire. Nick fucking Kara, Kara sucking Scott's dick.

Raine grasped Dillon's thighs, pulling him closer, tighter against her. His erection pressed against her. She ached to feel him buried deep inside.

Nick pulled out of Kara. She moved to her back. “You make me so fucking hot,” she said as her hands slid over her breasts, squeezing and massaging. Scott and Nick were on their knees on each side, watching her fondle herself. Her hands moved lower until she touched between her legs.

“Don't stop,” Scott said as he moved between her legs and entered. “I want to watch you masturbate while I'm fucking you.” His dick slid in, out, then back in with slow, deep strokes.

With her free hand, Kara guided Nick's dick toward her mouth. He drew in a sharp breath when she sucked him inside.

Raine moved against Dillon's hand and struggled to breathe as a wave of desire overwhelmed her. She wanted relief at the same time she wanted this moment to last forever. Exquisite torture.

Nick closed his eyes as he lost himself in the pleasure Kara's mouth gave him as she sucked his dick. “Your mouth is fucking hot. Suck it, baby.” His breathing became ragged. “Ah, damn,” he groaned and moved away just enough so he slipped out of Kara's mouth. She replaced her mouth with her hand, not willing to end the game so soon, and began to slide her hand up and down his dick. “Oh yes, like that,” he groaned. He moved against her hand, raising his hips until his body jerked and he came.

Raine whimpered as the ache inside her grew. Kara continued to massage her clit, moving faster and faster. Raine nudged closer to Dillon's hand, but his movements stayed slow.

“Oh God, this feels so…” Kara cried out. Her back arched. Her expression became one of intense delight.

“Dillon, I can't stand it. Please fuck me.” Raine's body was on fire.

Scott drove into Kara's body, then pulled out almost all the way. Raine watched as he plunged again. Deeper, harder. Hips rocking until he cried out.

Raine could barely take a breath when Dillon waved his hand in front of her and the threesome faded from sight. The room around her lit with a soft violet glow. In the center of the room was a bed.

“I want you,” she said, feeling as though she would shatter into a million pieces if he didn't make love to her.

He didn't say a word as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Dillon laid her down and nudged her legs open. She didn't care that she wasn't on top. She only wanted him inside her, stroking her.

One look at his face and she knew he wanted the same thing. His lips were clamped; beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his tight jaw. Watching the three lovers was a test of endurance for both of them. She knew Dillon held back for her. No one ever thought of her pleasure before their own. She didn't wonder about the novelty as Dillon entered her, filling her. A shudder of pleasure rippled over her.

He moaned as though he'd waited a lifetime for this moment. Her body closed around him. She tightened her inner muscles, feeling the rush of pleasure spiral through her. She'd never felt like this before and the sensations flooded in from every side, overwhelming her.

“Shh, easy now,” Dillon said.

She opened her eyes and stared up at him, realizing her breathing was erratic, ragged, as the rawness of so many emotions hit her all at once.

“Relax. Just feel me deep inside you.”

She exhaled, then inhaled as calmness stole over her.

For a moment, neither one moved. She savored this sweet torture, testing the limits their bodies could endure. Then as one, they began to move. He slid deep. She rose to meet his stroke. Then back down. Her body trembled as heat spread over her, building in intensity until she couldn't stand another moment without release.

“Dillon,” she whispered. “Now. Please, now.”