"As a matter of fact, I brought my own," Quentin murmured with a nod to Darcy and Joe.
Her lips formed a moue. "Well, if you need a foursome..." Her fingers trailed across his chest as she pa.s.sed them.
Darcy wanted to break her fingers, but Quentin"s sardonic glance kept her expression neutral, even as her chin lifted in defiance. She couldn"t really blame the girl. Dressed in a long-sleeved cotton shirt, blue jeans, and sandals, he was a sun G.o.d-golden-haired, golden-skinned. Too beautiful to believe.
They entered the living room, which was lit by a single table lamp. Most of the occupants were naked, or in the process of losing their clothing. Wearing jeans and a halter, Darcy felt conspicuously overdressed. Most were also engaged in various s.e.xual acts. "Quentin?" she began, uneasy with the tableau.
His hand pressed the small of her back, urging her toward a plaid-upholstered couch in the dingy room. "Let"s play," he whispered in her ear.
Darcy sat on the edge of the seat, her gaze darting to the darkened corners. The couple on the sofa opposite theirs disengaged their lips, and the woman knelt in front of the male vamp to take his c.o.c.k in her mouth. Would he expect her to do that in front of everyone? "Quentin," she hissed. "If you expect me to-"
Quentin pressed a finger to her lips. "Do you know these people?"
She shook her head.
"Do you think they"ll recognize you on the street?"
Again, she shook her head.
"Then, hush." He sat next to her and indicated that Joe should sit on her other side. He leaned behind her and whispered, "Start to undress her. We have to look "engaged" or we won"t be approached."
Darcy glared at Joe, who only shrugged. And then reached for the clasp at the back of her neck.
He leaned into her and whispered, "We have to play by his rules. I won"t let this go too far."
She snorted. Fine for him to say. He wasn"t the one whose b.o.o.bs were about to be exposed to a group of vampires and s.l.u.ts with double-Ds. The straps of her top loosened. Her hands caught and held the material to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s for a panicked moment. And then, because she knew the act was silly-both men had seen her nude, and no one in the house would even care-she let the top slide to her lap. "Why is it you vampires can"t go to a drive-thru? Does everything come down to s.e.x?"
Quentin played with the hair next to her ear. "Our bloodl.u.s.t feeds our s.e.xual hunger, and vice versa. It"s just the way we"re made. Relax." He turned in his seat to kiss her, his hand gliding over the breast nearest him, and then he nodded to Joe. "Don"t enjoy this too much."
Joe"s hand cupped her other breast, and he kissed her shoulder. "This is gonna kill me."
Darcy wanted to protest. She was the one dying here. Both men"s mouths worked on her flesh and lips while their fingers tweaked her nipples.
Quentin glided his mouth along her jaw. "I need blood," he said, "or they won"t believe I brought you here to feed."
Darcy pushed the hair from the side of her neck, but he shook his head. "It"s too soon. Joe, give me your arm."
Joe knelt in front of her and lifted his arm to Quentin.
Quentin licked once, and then pierced his wrist.
"f.u.c.k!" Joe hissed. A moment later, his head sagged onto her shoulder. "Sweet Jesus."
Darcy understood the tensing of Joe"s body. Her gaze locked with Quentin"s as she pushed down Joe"s head until his lips grazed her breast.
His mouth latched onto her nipple and drew hard.
While she told herself this was just for the job, her body exulted. Her eyelids fluttered, and her legs opened to let Joe press against her.
Quentin"s hand slid between their bodies, and he cupped her s.e.x through her jeans. Mine! his angry gaze said.
Joe moaned and burrowed his head into her breast, alternately nipping her swollen flesh and licking to soothe. His thighs straddled a leg, and he pumped his erection against her.
Darcy grew alarmed as tension built in her belly. Coming for the two of them wasn"t in her job description. And who the h.e.l.l would she give the credit? Knowing Quentin, he"d demand it.
Surrounded by both men"s scents and warm skin, she was overwhelmed. Sweat broke on her forehead and upper lip. Her hips rubbed against the heel of Quentin"s palm as he ground it into her c.u.n.t.
Darcy"s hand curled around Joe"s head to encourage him to suckle.
Joe drew her nipple between his teeth and suctioned hard.
The snap to her jeans popped open. The zipper eased down. Quentin"s hand slid inside, and his fingers found her c.l.i.toris.
Darcy moaned and her head fell back against the cushion. Forgotten were the mission and the other occupants of the den. With her free hand, she pushed her jeans farther down her hips to expose her p.u.s.s.y.
Joe"s mouth left her nipple and licked a path down her belly. He stopped suddenly, and Darcy opened her eyes, ready to issue a protest.
Quentin had caught Joe by the hair.
"All right," Joe growled.
Quentin disengaged his teeth from Joe"s wrist and let blood trickle down his chin. "Someone"s coming. If I leave you, you"re to play-only!"
Joe lifted an eyebrow. "Of course."
Darcy rolled her eyes. An inch from o.r.g.a.s.m, her body screamed for release, and the two of them were dividing territory. "You started this."
Quentin grasped the back of her head. "And I"ll finish it." He kissed her hard then stood to greet a tall, slim black man whose avid stare made Darcy want to crawl into a hole and hide.
Joe"s arms encircled her hips, and he drew her flush with his body, covering her from breast to hip.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him tightly. "Quentin"s leaving with him," she whispered.
"Then let"s continue with the game plan."
"I think you need to lose some clothing, too," she grumbled.
Joe grinned. "It is hot in here. Will that make you feel better?"
Looking at his broad shoulders, she murmured, "Probably not."
Joe pulled his T-shirt over his head. His deeply-tanned skin shone with perspiration. "I see now why you were so blown away." He grimaced. "He"s a guy, but I was ready to come all over you when he was sucking on my arm."
Darcy smiled at his look of disgust. "Mind-blowing, isn"t it?"
"I still have a hard-on that could pierce steel," he said with a crooked smile.
Darcy knew. The shaft was pressed to the juncture of her thighs. Like a kid with her nose pressed to the candy store window, she eyed the wide expanse of muscle that spanned his chest. Her body was primed and well-oiled-desperate for release. "He said we could play."
His expression looked troubled, a frown creasing his forehead. "Not the way I want to."
Her hands caressed the tops of his shoulders. "The team"s not wired in, and Quentin told us to play. Betcha we can find a way to melt your metal."
Joe chuckled. "I didn"t know you were such a nasty girl." He leaned toward her and licked her lips. "Is it just coitus that"s strictly against Quentin"s rules?"
She sucked his tongue between her lips and bit gently. "You"re starting to sound like him."
"G.o.d forbid." He shuddered.
Darcy laughed and framed his face with her hands. "I think it"s f.u.c.king he has a problem with. He seems very possessive of my c.u.n.t."
"Don"t blame him," he muttered.
"But there"s so much else we could do." She kissed him. "I"m so hot now, I can"t wait."
A smile curved his lips. "We"re undercover. Have to play like the natives, don"t we?"
Darcy groaned. "Like I said, he started this." Can I face Joe in the morning like nothing happened between us? Will our friendship change?
Joe"s grasp tightened on her hips. "Put your hands inside my pants, Darcy."
She liked the baldness of his command. "Okay. You first." She unsnapped his jeans and slid down the zipper. His s.e.x sprang into her hands. His c.o.c.k was fully engorged and hot to her touch. The skin stretching over it was smooth like satin. "Did I tell you how beautiful your c.o.c.k is?"
Joe"s eyes closed for a moment. When he opened them again, his gaze was stark with longing. "Did I tell you, you have the prettiest t.i.ts I"ve ever seen?"
Thrilled by the compliment, she blushed. "You"re full of s.h.i.t. You just want to f.u.c.k me."
His cheeks flushed red, and his jaw tightened. "h.e.l.l, yeah. But, it"s true. Your nipples are dark pink, just like your pretty c.u.n.t."
Darcy"s heart raced, and her hands squeezed his c.o.c.k. She liked dirty talk.
Joe leaned forward to kiss her, and she glided her hands over his erection, up and down. Squeezing, twisting.
He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. "I"m already there, baby. I"m gonna come all over you."
Darcy took his lips in a deep, grinding kiss and thrust her tongue inside while she pumped her hands faster.
He pulled his mouth from hers and gasped. "s.h.i.t!" Spurts of white pearlescent c.u.m striped her bare belly.
"There are limits to my largesse."
Darcy gasped and released Joe"s c.o.c.k at Quentin"s curt tone. She looked up to see him standing over them, hands clenched at his sides.
Chest still heaving, Joe reached for his T-shirt and wiped Darcy"s belly clean. "Sorry about that, old man." Only, he didn"t look sorry at all.
"Time to go." After Joe stood, Quentin"s hand grasped Darcy"s, and he hauled her up into his arms. "You don"t seem to take instruction very well, my dear."
With her jeans sagging mid-thigh, Darcy summoned what was left of her pride. "I make my own choices."
"That"s where you"re wrong. You haven"t any choices. I"m making them for you. And by G.o.d, you will be mine." His hands slid over her b.u.t.tocks, and he tugged up her pants.
Darcy fumbled with the zipper and snap, and then gasped again when he spun her and reached for the halves of her halter.
His hands smoothed the fabric over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and then he fastened the clasp at the back of her neck.
Trembling, Darcy didn"t resist when one hand grasped her crotch and the other palmed her breast.
"Mine, Darcy," he whispered in her ear.
Quentin followed close on Darcy"s heels as she sped to her front door. All night long, he"d simmered. The sight of her hands wrapped around Joe Garcia"s c.o.c.k as the other man gained his satisfaction had boiled like an ulcer in his gut.
After two more fruitless stops at vampire dens, he finally had her to himself. He"d toyed with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and sweet c.u.n.t at each of the h.e.l.ls until her fevered gaze and the aroma of her arousal had nearly driven him mad.
Joe had watched Quentin"s seduction, impotent, his fists on his thighs, his gaze bleak. When Joe"d finally dropped them at the curb in front of her house, he"d mumbled something about making reports and gunned the engine as he left.
This time, Quentin would have her to himself. No interruptions-and a bed beneath her back while he ravaged her senseless. After tonight, she"d have no doubts about which man she preferred between her legs.
Quentin didn"t heed the voice in the back of his mind warning him to woo her. He would take her. Fierce and hard.
Darcy fumbled with the keys and dropped them.
Quentin smiled, grim satisfaction filling him. She had reason to be nervous. He was going to eat her up. Wring every drop of sweet cream she had to give. After he taught her a lesson.
He stepped beside her and s.n.a.t.c.hed the keys from the ground. Holding them out for her, he relished the tremor he detected when her hands accepted the keys.
This time, she opened the door and shoved it wide. "I"m tired. Goodnight," she said over her shoulder, heading straight for her bedroom. With a jerk, she tried to slam her door closed.
Instead, he put out a hand to stop it, and he shoved the door open and advanced into the room, stalking her.
Darcy walked backward. "You"re angry. And I suppose-from your viewpoint-you have reason to be."
His smile grew as she babbled and took a step backward for each one he advanced.
He admired the stubborn tilt of her chin. She didn"t lack courage.
"But you haven"t any right to your anger. You don"t own me."
When her thighs met the side of the mattress, she tried to sidestep him, but he grasped the edges of her miniscule top and tore it down the middle, halving the slender strips of fabric. Perfect for what he had in mind.
Gasping, she backed onto the mattress and then crawled away on all fours.
Quentin leapt onto the bed and straddled her back. His hand smoothed over her bare skin and cupped her shoulders.
She shuddered beneath him, the quaking raising his already rock-hard c.o.c.k. "All right. You win. I want to f.u.c.k just as much as you do. You"ve been driving me crazy all night."
He traced her spine with a finger. "I"m not giving you what you want. Not until you beg. And then, I"ll make you wait some more before I let you come."