Текст книги "Rock Me Two Times"

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“You’re bunking with me,” Syon said as he turned and headed toward the elevators.

Two girls standing there moaned with disappointment. One spoke up anyway. “Can we join the party?”

“Sorry.” Syon pulled Kate into an elevator. “It’s private.”

The girl pulled her top down, giving him a view of her tits before the door slid shut.

“It’s very private,” Syon informed her.

The penthouse suite was set up for him. Syon pulled her through the outer sitting room to the master bedroom, which was massive. His guitar was sitting in the corner, the spot had a bird’s-eye view of the city. It was a full three-room suite, candles lit to welcome them. Her suitcase was in the corner, her clothing hung up in the closet.

“Why did you kiss me like that?”

Syon was stripping off his gloves, pulling each fingertip free before removing the protective gear.

“To prove a point.”

She recognized this side of his persona. But she’d only seen it before when he was conducting business.

Cold, hard, completely dominating business.

Her belly did a little flip, and she shifted, feeling very much on edge.

Syon tossed the second glove aside.

“That you’re mine. I don’t want there to be any question.”

Satisfaction glittered in his eyes, but it was the hunger drawing his lips tight that made her nipples bead.

“Says who?”

It just slipped out, but she wasn’t sorry. She propped one hand on her hip and faced off with him. “I’m not yours because you stage some stunt for the paparazzi.”

His lips curved. “You’re mine because I make you wet.”

She shifted, far too aware of how correct he was. “B.O.B. could help me with that.”

His grin broadened. “I like your ginger mode.”

She rolled her eyes, but it was a mistake to look away from him. Syon scooped her up and carried her to the bed. It rocked as he followed her down, kissing her breathless once again. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, sparking a firestorm of need in her pussy. She’d never been so bluntly aware of how much she wanted to have intercourse. With Syon, she was in heat. He held her down, smoothing his hands along her arms and pulling them up above her head.

She grasped the rails of the headboard, the iron cold from the air-conditioning.

The candlelight was perfect, granting them some sort of permission to just dive into the waves of sensory overload.

“I want to unwrap you.”

He worked on her top, popping the lace and pulling it free of the grommets. When he had it open, he spread it wide, exposing her chest. She started to move, intending to help him strip her.

“Stay,” he barked. “Don’t move. Wait on my whim.”

He sat back on his haunches, his gaze sweeping her from head to toe. She shivered, so aware of him looking at her. Her confidence wavered, but at the same time swelled because he was in no hurry to stop.

“Do you like being on display for me?”

She nodded, not sure she could form words.

He cupped her knees and raised them up to her belly before straightening them, her feet pointing at the ceiling.

“Stay.”

He slid his hands down the outside of her legs, over her calves, past her knees, to the bottom of her skirt. He kept going to where the zipper was hidden along her left hip. She was so aware of him and of the sound of the zipper separating. He pulled the tab all the way down before hooking his hands into the waistband and pulling it up her legs. He had to stand up to remove it, because her legs were still pointed at the ceiling.

She gasped, the sight of him yanking her skirt away twisting her insides.

“Open your legs for me.”

She’d crossed her ankles, but unlocked them and watched his face as she spread herself for him, the yellow flicker from the candles turning him golden. He stood there, above her, making her breath catch, and opened his fly. His cock was swollen, jutting out the moment he allowed it freedom.

“Oh yeah…” She curled up and rose onto her knees, reaching for his cock, cupping his balls before licking her way up the shaft.

Her leaned forward, bracing his hands on the wall above the headboard as she circled the head of his cock with her tongue.

“Shit…” he growled. “Suck it…”

“Not yet.” She licked him again, making a slow pass along the ridge of flesh that crowned his cock. “You’re going to wait for it.”

She toyed with his balls, recalling just how he’d driven her crazy with foreplay.

It was time for payback.

“I’m going to make you lose it this time.”

She cut him a look and purred when she got a glimpse of his face. It was savage, hard with primal enjoyment, and she’d put that look there.

She stroked his cock, closing her fingers around his girth and working her hand along its impressive length. She ached for another round with it, but she was going to make him groan first.

“Oh shit!” he hissed when she took him inside her mouth. “Yeah, baby…suck it down…”

She’d never wanted to give a blow job as much as she did at that moment. This wasn’t a payback, tit-for-tat thing. She wanted to drive him wild.

He was jerking toward her, fucking her mouth as she played with his balls and worked her fingers along the portion of his cock that she couldn’t take inside her mouth. She lifted up and came down, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his cockhead to tease the cluster of nerve endings there.

“Yeah…suck me…suck me hard…”

His voice was guttural, the moment hard and blunt. She tightened her lips and hand, working her mouth up and down as she listened to the sound of his breathing.

He gasped, groaning as he sucked his next breath through his clenched teeth. He was driving toward her, holding her head as his cock hardened to the breaking point.

“Argh…”

He started to spurt, giving up his come in a thick eruption that she sucked him through. It was more erotic than anything she’d ever done, the shift of power intoxicating in a whole new way. She sat back, pleased beyond measure by her victory.

And it was a victory. When Syon opened his eyes, there was the promise of payback.

He dropped to his knees and stripped her chemise top from her, but he didn’t remove it completely. He twisted it around her wrist and knotted it.

“Does that hurt?”

She was still stunned to discover herself bound. He lifted her chin so he could see her expression.

“No. It doesn’t hurt.”

Pleasure lit his face, and a moment later he pushed her onto her back, using his chest to flatten her on the bed. He pulled her arms above her head, and she felt him tying the ends of the top to the headboard.

“It’s my turn, baby.”

She trembled, both from the timbre of his voice and the look in his eyes. He pulled up and off her, sliding his hands down her body to her breasts.

“Perfect tits.”

He teased them with just his fingertips, sending a thousand ripples of pleasure across her skin. She twisted, unable to stay still. Her nipples had contracted into tight beads that he leaned over and licked.

“Oh, Christ.” She jerked as his tongue rasped over one nipple, lapping, licking, before he moved over to the other one.

“I like them wet like this…” He came back to the first nipple and treated it to another round. “From my tongue.”

The air-conditioning was cool against her nipples when he left them and ventured lower. He grasped her panties and pulled them free.

“And I like seeing this part of you glistening too.”

He pushed her knees open, but honestly, she was shameless at that point. She was ready to have him, in any position he demanded.

“So wet.”

He trailed his index finger through her folds, stopping at the opening to her passage.

“So inviting.”

He rimmed her, circling her opening with that fingertip, the look on his face making her breath catch.

He thrust inside, drawing a moan from her as she lifted up to take him.

“So tight.”

He added a second finger on the next thrust and worked them in and out of her.

“Were you sore?” He pushed deep and scissored his fingers inside her, setting off a whole new round of hunger. “From my cock?”

“Yeah…” Her voice was thready and desperate.

He moved his thumb up until it was resting on top of her clit.

“I love the sounds you make when you come.”

She jerked, the need simmering inside her reaching a critical heat level. She’d never been one for talk during sex. But once again, Syon was taking her to places she’d never realized she wanted to go.

“Suck me.” It should have sounded cheesy, but instead she discovered it so erotic, she writhed.

His lips split into a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

A moment later she lost all concept of the world around her. Syon hovered over her spread slit for just a moment, long enough for her to feel his breath against her tender parts. Just one moment before he licked her.

She cried out, gripped in sensory overload. She was a hairbreadth from climax, but he didn’t linger over her clit long enough to let it burst.

“Not just yet…” He teased her slit, thrusting his tongue into her pussy and licking his way up to her clit. He closed his mouth over the throbbing point and worried it with his tongue.

She jerked.

And cried out.

And wound her legs around his shoulders as she lifted off the bed in a frantic attempt to ride him. She was twisting up and off the comforter, certain that every muscle she had was going to snap because she was drawn so tight.

Syon didn’t give her the release she was desperate for. He teased and licked, always pulling back right at the moment she was sure she was going to fly apart.

“Syon!” she screamed. “You…asshole!”

He chuckled against her clit, the vibration tormenting her even more. She whimpered, mentally surrendering all attempts at control.

“Like that, do you?”

He looked up her body, his lips curved into a huge grin. “Like I said, baby. I want to sing to you.”

He lowered his mouth and captured her clit again. This time, he mumbled against her, the sound intensifying the motion.

She arched up, her body tightening around his fingers as she climaxed. It wrung her like a dishcloth. She jerked against her bonds, twisting and tumbling through the waves of pleasure. Syon sucked her through it, finally rising up when she collapsed onto the bed in a pile of quivering muscles.

She was dimly aware of him unknotting her wrist and gathering her against his body. The air-conditioning was a welcome relief from the heat burning across her skin.

“I love singing for you, Kate.”

“You must have pulled some strings to get the candles in here.” Hotels had a ton of fire regulations. But Cid often had a cigarette in his hand too. Obviously the fine for smoking in the rooms didn’t worry him.

Kate trailed her fingers through Syon’s chest hair. He was toying with her breast.

“One of Cid’s more useful job components.”

She tried not to stiffen at the mention of the road manager, but he chuckled and sat up.

“When I write music, I like stuff turned off. It gets me in the zone. The candles set the mood.”

His expression had softened.

“Neat.”

He pressed a kiss against her lips. A slow, seductive kiss that made her sigh. “Stay right here.”

He rolled off the bed, and she rolled onto her side to watch him. He moved across the room and sat down in the corner. He picked up the guitar and slung the shoulder strap over his head, taking a moment to type something on the laptop that was nearby.

He looked up, his lips curving when he caught sight of her.

“Stay just like that.”

He started working the strings. His face became a tapestry of concentration, his fingers forcing his thoughts into notes. The tempo increased, and her heart accelerated. She was tapping the surface of the bed with the rhythm, feeling like she was part of the creation happening right in front of her.

When he pulled out the last note, he opened his eyes and grinned at her.

“Show me how you’d move to it.”

She rolled out of the bed and landed lightly on her feet. “Hold on.” Kate pulled a dress from the closet and shrugged into it. Her shoes were also unpacked, and she pushed her feet into a pair of black heels. One of her corset tops was there, with the latches, and she closed it right over the dress.

“Now I’m ready.”

The dress only fell to midthigh. Her lack of underwear didn’t bother her. Syon started again, this time turning up the volume. He made the guitar squeal, working the strings until she was gyrating with the rhythm.

“Yeah…fuck yeah…”

He was off the stool, bowed back as he worked the instrument and made it perform. There was a glint in his eyes and a sensuous set to his jaw. She was pulsing, moving with the music, letting it inspire her.

“That fucking rocks.” Ramsey was suddenly there, pushing his way toward Syon, his own guitar in hand. “Cue it up again.”

Ramsey peered at the laptop screen before setting his fingers on the strings. He looked up at her and licked his lower lip.

But a moment later, he joined in, switching his attention to the screen to read the music. Syon took the lead, but Ramsey kept pace with him like they were part of the same being.

They reached the end of the song, and there was suddenly a round of squealing from behind her.

“This is so hot!”

“I want to party!”

Ramsey actually scowled at the two girls chugging beer near the doorway. “We’re working. You both gotta go.”

Taz and Drake were suddenly there, pushing the girls toward the door, their expressions serious.

“Hey, how come we can’t stay?”

“Why is she staying?”

Taz put them through the door and closed it firmly. He flipped the lock and walked over to look at the laptop. He started nodding his head as Drake unrolled a thick mat that was an electronic set of drums.

“Cue it up.”

She felt like a third wheel, suddenly unsure if she belonged. Syon looked up. “Dance again, baby.”

“Yeah,” Ramsey agreed.

The music started again, and she let her doubts dissipate with the beat. It was time to live in the moment.

And it was a fucking epic moment.

* * *

“You’re a goddess, Kate.”

The ache in her neck was suddenly worth it. Her fingers were swollen, and she had pricked several of them, but Syon was standing in front of the mirror in new pants. He turned and looked at his backside as Ramsey came out of the back bedroom.

“A fucking leather goddess!” Syon added.

“I would have bet on the sausage hound doing a better fit, but you smoked his ass,” Ramsey said as he joined Syon. “Must be all her personal knowledge of your person.”

“Which I don’t have of you,” Kate said.

“Not my fault.” Ramsey sent her wink.

There was a rap on the door, and Cid strode in. He swept them both up and down quickly. “About time those got done.”

Kate bristled. The road manager missed it because he had eyes only for Syon and Ramsey.

“Got a reporter down the hall who wants an interview.”

Syon nodded and started toward the door, but Cid put out a hand to stop him.

“Let’s talk about image.”

Ramsey turned to eye the road manager.

“No steady girlfriends. It cost me a fortune to get those pictures of you kissing her pulled.”

“Wait…you paid to have them pulled?” Kate asked.

Cid didn’t even glance her way. But Syon did. Kate turned away, feeling like a knife was buried in her chest.

Google it? What the fuck was that worth if Cid was going around paying the paparazzi off?

“Let’s give the fans the dream life. It doesn’t include playing house. Okay? Great.”

Cid carried on as though she wasn’t in the room and pulled open the door. There was a frenzy of people out in the hallway. The air of excitement was tangible as concert time drew closer. Crew members and entourage folk were waiting to fawn over Syon and Ramsey. They had their tablets out and security headphones on. A makeup artist even had a mobile box hanging off her hip from a cross-body shoulder strap. She eyed Syon and reached into her box to pull out a blending square.

“Go blow her skirt up,” Cid added as the crowd seemed to pull Syon and Ramsey into it. He followed them out, never giving her a second look.

Kate busied herself with putting away her tools.

But she was pissed.

Liar.

Well, there was no way she was going to admit she was hurt.

Nope.

It still stung. She rolled up her tape measure and put it away, sweeping up some ends of thread from the surface of her worktable. Two more hides were set out, ones she’d decided would suit Drake and Taz well. But they didn’t call to her. She fiddled with her box of tools instead, trying to ignore what was chewing on her.

It was show night. The top floor of the hotel was teeming with an excitement that was tangible. The brigade of polo-shirt-wearing crew was in high gear as they set about making sure the next performance of Toxsin was spot-on.

She’d done her part, and it seemed that no one had any interest in her doing anything else. The hallways quieted down as more and more people left for the arena.

She twisted off the cap of a single-serve whiskey bottle from the minibar and realized she had never felt quite so lonely.

Or like Syon was so completely out of her reach.

She snorted at herself and tossed the contents of the bottle down the drain. New rule time, she decided. Rule number six. No pity parties. She nodded with satisfaction.

Now all she had to do was figure out how to stop breaking her own rules when it came to Syon.

* * *

“Brilliant again, mates!” Cid rolled into the backstage performers’ room, framed by two of his female employees. “All the chicks are tweeting about you. Ticket sales are popping as we speak.”

He extended his hand, and one of the girls laid his tablet into it. “Cid has more magic in store for the evening. First up is a club with an ice bar. I bet the manager you guys could raise the temperature.”

“I’m out,” Syon said, wiping away his makeup.

“We’ve been over this ground.”

Syon turned away from the dressing-room mirror. “No, we haven’t, but we will, just as soon as I straighten things out with Kate.”

“What are you talking about?”

Syon brushed by Cid. His passion was riding high. Not that it was unusual, but tonight he needed to take it to Kate. He was being drawn to her and didn’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thought about it. He wasn’t going to think too deeply on the subject.

Just act.

* * *

“You missed the show.”

Syon didn’t knock, but it was his suite too. His shirt was open, giving her a glimpse of his six-pack.

“You’re not working this time.”

Kate jumped, dropping her phone. Her cheeks heated as Syon picked it up and spied the game of Angry Birds she’d been using to distract herself.

“Not sure how it’s your business.”

He was still wearing the pants she’d made him, and she couldn’t help but admire them. But that set off another little jolt of pain. She’d put her heart into those pants, and he was…well…a dick.

“We’ve already established that Cid is an asshole, Kate. Don’t let him get between us.”

She propped her hand on her hip. “Your words are the ones coming between us. You told me to google you to see if you’ve been kissing other girls, but what is that worth if Cid is just buying off the paparazzi?”

“Not everyone has a price.”

Kate scoffed at him, feeling hollow. “You knew I wouldn’t find any pictures when I went looking, so what you used to establish trust with me is bull.”

“I knew you wouldn’t, because I haven’t kissed anyone else, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby,” she said. “You don’t get to call me that.”

A hard glint entered his eyes. “Yes I do.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Not when your road manager is buying up pictures you challenge me to find. I thought you were being sincere.”

“You know what I am.”

He was moving closer, cornering her. She wanted to stand her ground, but her belly was twisting, making her tremble, and she moved away from him.

“What do you mean by that?” She tried to hold on to her pride. That potent sexuality of his was hitting her with gale-force winds. But she hated herself for being affected now. Hated herself for not having more self-worth.

“You have to decide to trust me.” He was almost in arm’s reach, his jaw tight as he held her gaze. “I told you I haven’t kissed another woman in two years. Either my word is good enough, or the problem we have has nothing to do with Cid. It’s a trust issue. You told me Conan was jerking my chain.”

She shuddered. The look in his eyes cut straight through her. “Yeah. I did.”

He captured her wrist, closing his fingers around it and pulling her against him. “Are you asking me to blow off appearances because you don’t trust me?”

“No.” She hated the way it made her feel just to hear him say that.

He tilted his head to the side and fitted his mouth against hers. For a moment, he thrust every thought out of her mind, licking and kissing her until she opened her mouth, desperate for a deeper connection. His scent was filling her senses, his chest hard beneath her fingertips, and all she wanted was to sink down into the vortex of sensation he created.

“Not yet.”

He’d pulled away, holding her back when she would have followed him.

He spun her loose and pointed her toward the closet. “Get dressed.”

“For what?”

“I’ve got to work, and you have a point to make.” He nodded. “Something hot. To defend your turf.”

Understanding dawned on her. “You must have pissed Cid off by coming back here.”

“Happy?” There was a trace of bitterness in his tone that grated.

She shook her head. “I’m happy you’re here, not that you left before dealing with business.”

He didn’t believe her. He crossed his arms over his chest, retreating behind a hard expression.

She wasn’t taking it.

“Trust is a two-way street, Syon,” she said. “Either you get that I’m not jumping you for your status, or don’t get on my case about taking your word on the pictures.”

He pushed out his jaw, but she refused to move. It was far more serious than she’d ever imagined she might be with him. Part of her was stuck in a moment of disbelief to find herself actually there.

Was she having a relationship?

Because it sure felt like it.

And that scared her.

“I’m here because I couldn’t blow you off, Kate.”

Oh shit. She was getting into a relationship.

“It scares me too.”

He was reading the emotions on her face.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be…well…” She had no clue what she really wanted to say. Syon opened his arms and came toward her. He slid his hand along her cheek, sending little ripples of delight through her. Only these ripples touched her heart. It was more than sexual pleasure; this was heart deep.

“I didn’t mean to get involved either.”

“Yeah.”

It was a simple reply, but one that fit. His eyes were full of need, the need to be understood. She slowly smiled.

“I’ll get dressed.”

His expression became sensual. She backed up, her hips swaying. “Sit right over there”—she pointed at a chair—“and wait for me. Or we won’t be going anywhere.”

Ordering him around gave her a heady sensation, but the wolfish smile he flashed her made her shiver.

Oh yeah.

The guy made her shiver.

And she’d so gotten in over her head.

* * *

“Kate!”

Ramsey called out to her over the mass of bodies on the dance floor. He was wearing only a leather vest with his pants, the front of it open to show off his pierced nipple with its stud bar.

“I love what you do when you get in my pants!”

The girls rubbing against him reacted instantly. Some of them laughed; others shot her dagger looks as they made it clear the singer was theirs. He pulled one closer by her hips, leaning down to whisper something in her ear. It was a sensual picture. One that sent a zip of heat through her, if she were honest enough to admit it.

“Like I said, Rams is a cat. He likes to prowl.”

Syon turned her around and caught her up against him. People were crowding close, the loud music sinking into them until the only thing to do was move to the beat.

“Let him. It’s fun to watch,” she said.

Syon’s expression turned sensual. He cupped her cheeks, moving her backward into the mass of dancing bodies; the situation had a vibe that was slightly savage. There was a glint in his eyes that told her he wanted to put her on display. A bolt of awareness shot through her, unleashing a wildness she’d never found the right place to let loose before.

“He’s watching you now.”

Sensation prickled on her nape. They were surrounded by a crowd of sweating people, more skin on display than anything else.

But she could have sworn she felt Ramsey watching her exclusively.

“Do you like it when he watches me?”

It was a horrible thing to say. A nasty thing. Something polite people didn’t say.

But so true, so freeing to say.

And she wasn’t interested in hiding behind the facade of correctness.

Syon leaned over, his breath hitting her ear as he used his bigger body to dance her back another few steps. Her insides were tightening with anticipation, waiting for that first contact with Ramsey.

“Yeah. I like it when he watches you,” Syon rasped against her neck before he raised his head and captured her gaze. “I like watching you getting turned on by the idea.”

The music was pounding around them, the dance floor crowded. It was Syon’s beat too. She lifted her head, raising her arms up to dance, working her hips in a rhythm that was deeply intimate. He pushed the mass back, keeping a spot open for her. Somehow, he had a drink in his hand, and he took a long sip and leaned down to transfer some of it into her mouth. There was the tangy taste of dirty martini and the bite of the alcohol. It stung just the right amount as Syon kissed his way across her jaw before delivering a bite to her neck.

She purred, the sound more of a warning than a response. Prowling felt just about perfect. She caught his earlobe between her teeth, biting into it just enough to make sure he felt her strength.

“Yeah, baby…don’t play nice with me.”

His tone was deep and raspy. He slid his hands down her corseted sides to her hips, cupping them and moving in time with her. She drew her claws down him, enjoying the sight of him baring his teeth at her.

“Ramsey isn’t the only animal on the prowl tonight.” She lifted the drink out of his hand and tossed back another swallow. Her blood was pumping, burning off the chill that had settled on the bare skin of her shoulders from the night air. “You want everyone to see what an animal you are.” He finished off the drink and leaned in until their lips were only a fraction of an inch apart. “I want you to see me choose you.”

He gave her neck a squeeze. Just a sample of his darker side. She shuddered and eased back, swaying as she tried to catch the beat.

Other people joined in. Women and men slid right up to them both, joining them in a sort of ménage à trios dance. She was turned away from Syon by a woman who had dark, sensuous eyes. Kate moved with her for a moment before Syon reached out to reclaim her.

Heat speared through her.

There was a possessive look in his eyes, one that sent need clawing up her insides. She let it climb, allowing herself to be split off again, this time by a man, because she knew Syon was watching. He butted his way between her and her impromptu partner, bumping chests with the guy before cupping her jaw and sealing her mouth with his.

“Oh yeah.”

“So hot…”

“Kiss me too.”

The voices were background noise. An erotic addition to the pulsing beat of Toxsin music. Someone new slid up behind her, a harder presence; she felt awareness rippling across her skin.

“You’re hot, Kate.”

Ramsey’s voice was dangerous. It slithered through her like dark temptation, luring her away from the light. Syon was still dancing with her, moving his hips in time with hers, brushing her with his erection as Ramsey cupped her hips from behind. Syon kept her chin in his hand, watching her intently.

She was pretty sure she was going to melt into a puddle.

Her core felt like it was molten, and Syon’s eyes were glittering with enough passion to reduce her to a pile of cinders. Ramsey leaned over, his hair brushing her nape and setting off another round of sensation.

She was teetering on the edge. But it didn’t bug her. Part of her was enjoying the sensation of falling, like a form of freedom she’d never been bold enough to reach out and touch.

She was hungry for it.

Strangely fascinated by it.

She turned, facing Ramsey, and reached out to grab his nipple bar. He backed up a step, baring his teeth at her.

She stuck out her chin at him, dancing up to him and tossing her hair before Syon was pulling her back around to face him.

She went to him, sliding her hands up his chest, skin to skin through the opening of his shirt. The connection was jolting, making her smile as Ramsey caught a handful of her hair and pulled it tight. He leaned over her shoulder, making full contact with her back.

She shuddered violently.

It shattered everything inside her. Every boundary she’d thought unbreakable was crumbling into particles too fine to recognize.

“Kiss him,” Syon demanded.

She hesitated, licking her lower lip as she teetered on the top of the ledge. Syon tilted his head and fitted his mouth against hers. There was a roar of approval from the crowd as he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth before pulling away.

“Kiss him, Kate.”

She turned, not sure if it was her idea or Ramsey’s and Syon’s hands doing it for her. She caught the scent of Ramsey’s skin, drawing in a deep breath to make sure it intoxicated her.

Different.

Yet part of Syon.

It defied thought. The only thing that mattered was the pulsing need moving between them. Syon pressed up behind her, his cock hard against her lower back. Ramsey’s was hard against her stomach as she rose up on her toes to connect with his lips.

His kiss was a slow exploration of her mouth. He teased her lower lip, slipping along it before licking it. She tried to kiss him harder, but he held her back, gripping her nape to control her, and made sure she felt him doing it. He pulled away, just an inch, and shot her a look full of dominance.

She twisted his nipple bar in response. For a moment, they were caught in a tangle of defiance and the need for control. He demanded; she hissed in his face. Syon chuckled behind her.

“She’s ginger, Rams.”

“That’s the best part,” Ramsey said before claiming her mouth in a soul-shattering kiss.

There was nothing nice about it. He pressed her mouth open, storming her senses with a kiss that awakened a need to shove back at him. She grabbed his hair and kissed him back, to the delight of those watching. They roared with approval, trying to touch her.