Seven

Janine followed Jonas, moving at just short of a trot to keep up with his long strides. As they reached the bed, he spun around and took her in his arms. His mouth captured hers, then his tongue plunged into her mouth and drilled deep. She could feel his wilted cock rising between them.

He released her mouth and lifted her onto the bed, then climbed on right after her. As he prowled over her body, she noticed Derek and Sloan standing across the room. They’d followed them into the bedroom.

Jonas glanced over his shoulder. “Are you guys staying?”

“It was a Dare, not an Ultimate Dare.”

That meant no privacy. Not that she needed it, but Jonas might.

His hard cock brushed against her belly. Well, that quelled any concerns she had of performance anxiety because of an audience.

He kissed her neck, then drifted lower and captured her hard nipple in his mouth. He squeezed, then sucked. She moaned at the delightful sensations. He pressed his knees between her thighs and she opened for him. His hand found her wet slit and he stroked, three fingers gliding inside her. She squeezed them, already hot and ready for his big cock.

Her gaze drifted to Sloan, who now sat on a chair off to the right, near the end of the bed. Her gaze lingered on his enormous cock and she wondered what it would feel like to have that exceptional erection inside her.

Jonas’ thumb found her clit and she sucked in a breath. He shifted upward and captured her mouth again. He positioned his cockhead at her opening and pressed it into her. His corona filled her. He glided deeper, his shaft caressing her inner passage. Deeper, until his body pressed tight against her.

He kissed her again, then began to move. His cock stroked her as he pulled back, then drove deep again. She clutched his shoulders as he thrust again and again, driving into her faster and faster, until her body quivered with pleasure. She couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to have Sloan fucking her right now, his big cock stretching her.

“Do you like that?” Jonas asked.

“Oh, yeah.” She clung to him as he pulsed faster inside her.

He thrust deeper, pinning her to the bed, then drew back and thrust again. Pleasure vibrated through every cell in her body.

He drove in again. “Are you going to come?”

She nodded, unable to find the breath to speak. With his next thrust, she moaned, then catapulted into ecstasy. He kept pumping into her, driving her pleasure higher, then groaned his release.

*   *   *

Sloan could barely stand it. His jaw clenched. He’d barely contained himself enough to stop from pulling the guy off her.

It was one thing to watch her with the two guys fucking and sucking in the living room on a couch, but watching Jonas fucking her on the bed, making her come in soft, murmuring sighs … It was way too intimate for his liking. He wanted to be in bed with her like that. Inside her like that. Driving her to ecstasy. With his name on her lips.

He would definitely find a way to make that happen.

Very soon.

*   *   *

Janine stepped into the night air with Sloan, Derek, and Jonas behind her. She almost hated for the evening to be over, but spending the night with all three men, especially with her restriction on Sloan, wouldn’t work out very well. They walked to Jonas’ car.

Jonas unlocked the car and pulled open the front passenger door for Janine.

“You said your sister lives out in Maple Grove,” Sloan said to Jonas. “Since my place is just a few blocks from here, why don’t you drop Janine and me at my house, then I’ll drive her home from there,” Sloan suggested. “That way you don’t have to go out of your way.”

Jonas glanced to her. “Is that okay with you?”

She hesitated. She didn’t want to inconvenience anyone, and there was no reason she shouldn’t be alone with Sloan. It might be a little awkward between them after the night’s events, but it would be a good opportunity to find out what he thought about the evening—good or bad.

If he didn’t think he could handle continuing this type of relationship with her, it would be good to talk about it now.

“Okay. Sure.”

Derek glanced at her and their gazes met. She smiled and nodded, knowing that if she’d shown any sign of not wanting to go with Sloan, Derek would have stepped in.

She was sure Sloan didn’t miss the exchange.

“Well, good night, Janine.” Derek drew her into his arms and kissed her soundly, his tongue dipping into her mouth briefly.

She got in the car and Jonas closed the door. Sloan climbed in the seat behind her. Jonas started driving, and Sloan directed him until they pulled in front of a lovely brick house with a sporty-looking red car with sleek lines and a sunroof sitting in the driveway.

Sloan got out of Jonas’ car, and opened the door for Janine.

“Thanks, Janine.” Jonas stood in front of her, seeming a bit uncertain.

She stepped forward and grasped his shoulders, then tipped her head up for a kiss. His arms wrapped around her and he brushed his mouth on hers. She slid her tongue between his lips and coaxed him into her mouth, then sucked lightly on the tip of his tongue.

She eased back and smiled at him.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening, Jonas.”

He beamed back at her. “Anytime.”

He glanced to Sloan and nodded, then got into his car and drove away.

She stepped toward Sloan’s car.

“Very nice.” She’d never pictured Sloan driving a sexy, sleek car like that. “What is it?”

“It’s a 2002 Pontiac Firebird.” He unlocked the passenger door and opened it for her.

She ran her fingers over the glossy red finish, then got inside and sank into the contoured leather seat.

Sloan closed the door, then climbed into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life, and moments later they were speeding along the highway.

“So what did you think of tonight?” Janine asked.

He glanced her way, then back to the road. “You want to talk about it here?”

She shrugged. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“Why don’t we talk about it at your place?”

At her place? Was he going to ask to come up?

Probably. Well, why not? She just didn’t want him to pressure her to have sex with him.

He took the off-ramp from the highway.

But why would he? He had expressly agreed to no sex with her tonight. Of course, it was after midnight and Mr. By-the-book Sloan might feel that meant the limit was off. Plus, he had been kept in a constant state of arousal tonight, with no relief.

Her gaze fell to his crotch, and even in the darkness she could see a hint of the huge bulge she’d noticed in his jeans after they’d dressed before leaving Derek’s apartment.

He pulled into the parking lot for her apartment building and parked in a visitor spot. He got out of the car, then opened her door and walked with her to the front door.

He followed her inside, then summoned the elevator. As they rode up together, she wondered if she should discourage him from coming in.

Once at her door, she turned the key in the lock, then glanced to Sloan.

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to ask me in or do I kiss the bejesus out of you in the hallway where all your neighbors can see?”

The thought of his body pressed against her, his mouth assaulting hers, triggered a hormonal rush. She opened the door and stepped inside. “Come on in.”

She kicked off her shoes as he closed the door behind him. His hands came around her waist and she found herself pressed against him, staring into his cobalt blue eyes. He captured her lips and she melted against him. As his tongue explored her mouth, excitement skittered through her. All she could think about was his body, so solid and muscular. His arms so firm and strong around her.

His cock so hard against her.

She stepped back. It wasn’t fair to lead him on like this. She wouldn’t let it go where he wanted it to go. Not tonight.

“Janine, I want to be close to you. Let me stay the night.”

She hesitated. “Sloan, we agreed we wouldn’t—”

“I don’t mean to have sex. A deal’s a deal. I just want to hold you.”

She gazed at him, her eyebrows quirking. “Do you really think you can do that?”

He grasped her shoulders, his gaze locked on hers. “I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.”

He dragged her against him for another kiss. His tongue drove into her, coaxing her tongue into a tumultuous dance, weakening her resolve. He sucked her tongue into his mouth. Heat washed through her as his breathing became erratic. She needed air.

She pressed her hands flat on his chest and eased back.

“If you keep that up,” she said breathlessly, “we’ll have a repeat performance of earlier.”

Except that with his rock-hard cock pressing against her, and her imagination churning with images of what it would feel like for that huge member to glide inside her, filling her like no man had ever before, she feared it might be she who came on the spot.

Her joke didn’t soften the burning question in his eyes.

“Let me stay, Janine.”

She toyed with her ring. “Sloan, it would be a lot easier if—”

“I don’t care about easy. I care about being with you. You know you can trust me to keep my word.”

She sucked in a breath, knowing that he spoke the truth. She could trust Sloan with her life. And she could certainly trust him to keep his word—even when the promise was not to fall prey to his own built-up desire. He’d already proven that several times tonight.

“You certainly are persistent.”

His lips turned up in a smile. “That’s one of my charms.”

“All right. I give in.”

He drew her close again, his arms draped loosely around her waist. “That’s what I want to hear. You submitting to my will.” He nuzzled her temple.

She pulled back as she said, “I’m not submitting—”

But he tugged her against him again, ending her words with a kiss. He stroked her long hair back and gazed down at her. “Too bad. You might want to try it sometime.”

She sucked in air, not even wanting to think about what it would be like to submit to Sloan’s dominating authority. Finally just to give in and let him take control.

She trembled at the thought.

“I … uh … why don’t I make some coffee?”

“Why? Do you want to stay up all night?” His grin sent her off balance.

“Of course not. I meant decaf.”

He stroked her hair behind her ears, sending her insides quivering at the tender intimacy. Her heart thundered at the thought that soon they’d be in bed together. Because she knew that’s what he intended when he asked to spend the night. Though why he’d do that to himself, knowing they would not be having sex, she didn’t understand.

Not that she’d find it easy. Knowing she just had to say the word to experience the ride of her life on that enormous erection of his.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked.

*   *   *

Sloan followed Janine down the hall, wondering why the hell he was willing to put himself through this. But as his gaze glided along the gentle curve of her waist, then lingered on the sway of her hips, he knew exactly why.

He just wanted to feel her body against his again, to hold her in his arms.

He wanted the intimacy of spending the night with her, just the two of them.

If that meant a night of sheer torture, with a rock-hard cock and no relief in sight, so be it. It would be worth every agonizing moment.

Janine slipped off her dress and turned her back to him as she shed her bra, then pulled on an oversized T-shirt. She climbed into bed. Sloan stripped off everything but his boxers, then lay down behind her. He drew her soft body close to his. As his cock pressed against her, he thought he’d die from need.

“You seem pretty interested in more than sleep,” she said.

“I’m fine. A promise is a promise.”

“So you’re just going to tough it out?”

He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. “I wouldn’t exactly call this a punishment.” He nuzzled his lips against the back of her neck. “As far as agonizing tortures go, this is pretty sensational.”

She laughed, then wiggled her behind against him.

“Well, you are a cruel and heartless woman, aren’t you?”

She turned in his arms, her face bright with her smile, but when their gazes locked, her smile faded. Her focus dropped to his lips and he couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and captured her soft, luscious mouth. His cock grew harder, wanting to be inside her.

He drew back. What the hell was he doing? He wouldn’t last two minutes this way, let alone a whole night.

“How about you turn around now?” he suggested.

*   *   *

Janine pursed her lips, then rolled away. What the hell was she doing? She wasn’t trying to encourage him. She wasn’t even sure why she’d allowed him to come in. He said he’d stick with her rule that the two of them not make love tonight, but she didn’t know if he’d make it the whole night, not with the way he’d been teased all evening, watching the others with her. He must be turning blue by now.

She didn’t want to be mean to him, but she couldn’t just let go of her rule now. If she did, he wouldn’t take her seriously. He’d always been such a strong, overwhelming presence in her life. When she’d moved to Kenora, she’d finally come into her own, found herself—and gotten comfortable with who she was. She needed him to realize that and to respect it. It was the only way any kind of relationship between them was possible.

Yet that kiss had knocked her totally off balance. Sweet and meltingly hot. Reaching into her heart and squeezing, leaving her breathless. Damn, but she wanted to kiss him again. To turn back into his arms, press her body tight to his, and surrender her lips to his masculine mouth. Let him explore, first her mouth, then her breasts, then … Her insides quivered and she clenched her vagina as it burned with need. Oh, God, she wanted him.

She held still, trying to relax despite his warm breath teasing the back of her neck. His strong arms curled around her waist. His erection pressed against her backside. God, he was huge. This was going to be a long night.