COME WHEN CALLED (Billionaire & Biker Menage Romance) Page 17

  “No!” The protest escaped her lips before she had time to think and she drew back just as quickly, clamping her mouth tight. It had been so easy to believe that Ford was simply so persuasive that he was seducing her into all of this behavior, but her sudden desperation to continue their activities spoke clearly. She wanted this just as much as he did.

  She swung pleading eyes to Charley. Help me.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHARLEY’S FACE MOVED from distress to amusement. “Well.” Charley leaned back in his chair, stretching. His muscular body seeming completely at ease, his sunny energy as alive as ever. “So Ford, all sexual aspects of your deal are off then? With Evie?” Ford nodded stiffly. “Then I guess you won’t mind if I play.”

  Ford and Evie stared at Charley, Evie in dawning recognition and Ford in confusion.

  “Evie,” Charley said, his tone light. “Do you mind coming around here please?”

  “Not at all, Charley.” Evie’s voice was that of a coquette. She pranced around the table to stand in front of Charley, smiling broadly. “I’ve started some training at this ‘taking orders’ thing, so I’ll give it my best shot. What did you have in mind?”

  “I don’t know, honey,” he drawled. “Let’s see what you’ve got to work with to make me feel good.” He took her hand and helped twirl her around so her back was to him.

  “Stop that.” Ford’s voice was menacing. “I mean it. Both of you.”

  Evie pretended not to hear, not even looking at Ford. Leaning against the table, palms flat, she pushed her ass toward Charley who was still seated. “Like this?” she asked innocently, peeking over her shoulder. “Is this what you want me to do?”

  “That’s a good start baby, but let’s just see…” He raised the hem of Evie’s short dress slowly, inching it up over her bare ass cheeks until she felt cool air on her lower back and knew her lacey thong was completely exposed. Charley sucked in his breath. “Every inch of you I see is prettier than the last.” His voice was low and rumbled through her.

  She felt a wave of undeniable sexual thrill at Charley’s intimate inspection, and suddenly she’d gone from playing along to… What was she doing?

  “Stand. Up. Evie.” Ford’s words were tight, through what sounded like a clenched jaw. “You two will not do this in front of me.” The threat in his tone was clear.

  But Ford had taken a step closer, Evie noticed, his hands fisted at his sides now instead of crossed in front of his chest.

  “Do you like my panties?” she asked Charley. “Because the man who bought them for me doesn’t want to see them.” She sighed, bending over further. “You might as well enjoy them.”

  “Charley, stop this nonsense.” Ford’s tone was flat, as if he were trying to mask something in it. Evie glanced at him and saw that Ford’s eyes were riveted to her bottom.

  But Charley cupped his hands, as big as bear paws, over her buttocks and squeezed. “C’mon Ford,” he breathed, and her nipples pebbled with the shiver he induced through her. “You aren’t interested in instructing her, so I’ll take over.”

  Evie stretched her neck, straining to see over her shoulder as Charley lowered his face to her bottom, kissing first one cheek, then the other, nuzzling, licking. During her day with him, she’d more than once caught herself fantasizing about him. There was a lot of him to fantasize about. And now here he was with his lips on her skin, his hot tongue swirling over her flesh, leaving what felt like a trail of sparks. She forgot to check whether Ford was watching.

  “My, my. I do like these panties.” Now Charley’s voice was husky, and it seemed he wasn’t playing anymore either. To Evie’s hooded eyes, he was a man now ready for sex, and any reservations she’d had about sharing herself with Ford’s friend were dissolving under the growing pressure of his skilled fingers. Charley hooked his thumbs under the sides of her thong. “I think I’d like them better, though, if they were around your ankles.” He slid the underwear over her hips and down her legs to where Evie could feel them stretched between her shins, just above her high-heels.

  She sucked in a breath. Her pussy was naked now, right in front of this big man she’d only met today. And she knew she was wet. Knew there’d be no hiding the engorgement of her pussy that begged for Charley’s touch. This had been meant as only a tease for Ford, but she’d allowed it to get quickly out of hand. Encouraged it maybe. How much wine had she drunk?

  For the space of a breath, she considered backing out, stopping Charley and letting Ford call her bluff. But Evie’s traitorous mind flashed to the idea of the two breathtaking men fucking her while she was bent across the table, each of them taking turns on her from behind, the silverware on the table jangling with each thrust of the men deep into her, until they’d both had their fill of her body.

  Closing her eyes, she felt grateful for the support of the table as her knees weakened. Sexual escapades this crazy were only a fantasy yesterday, but now in Ford’s house they weren’t just possible, they were probable. A carnal sound rose from her throat as Charley trailed his fingers tortuously slowly up the backs of her legs. When the burly man’s fingers neared dangerously close to her damp pussy, she writhed her hips, attempting to direct his touch where she needed it.

  “That’s it!” Ford roared.

  She felt Charley jump, jerking his hands from her, and Evie’s eyes flew open as she froze in her position, bent nearly onto the table, her heart pounding.

  “Charley, back away from the table please.” Ford’s voice had shifted instantly to emotionless, in charge.

  Without hesitation, Charley pushed his chair back so far Evie heard it thump against the wall.

  “Stand up and turn around, Evangeline.” Ford was under control again, buzzing with force. Not knowing if she should pull her panties up or take them the rest of the way off—and afraid to do either—she turned around, shuffling her feet so the black lace remained stretched between her ankles. Her skin prickled with anticipation. Her silky dress dropped back down over her hips, covering her nakedness. Although she wanted to see what Charley was thinking, knowing she could read him so easily, Evie didn’t take her eyes from Ford’s.

  On some instinctual level, her mind perceived Ford as dangerous, but that self-preservation part of her lost out to the hedonistic part of her that wanted the orgasms she’d only ever experienced from Ford.

  The situation had shifted, and Evie was familiar with this dynamic. This was the place where Ford felt comfortable because no one else did. Only he knew what was going to happen. What he was going to ask them to do. This was Ford’s wheelhouse—his modus operandi—and it felt as disconcerting as it was arousing.

  Lust, sharpened to a point by discomfort.

  Ford’s specialty. Evie’s new obsession.

  The enigmatic billionaire looked back and forth between the two schemers and Evie seized the moment to peek at Charley. He looked far more relaxed than she felt, though he was gripping the arms of his chair as if he feared someone might press an eject button. She lingered on his frame for only a moment, but noted the tense shoulders, glinting eyes, expanding chest. She dropped her eyes to his lap and felt her eyes widen. Jerking her focus back to Ford’s face, she groaned inwardly. He’d witnessed her look and her reaction. Her face grew hot.

  With a sexy curl of a smile, Ford followed where her eyes had alighted and she saw Ford react too. His chest broadened as he sucked in a deep breath. He clenched and unclenched his fists once.

  Charley’s cock was fully erect with the thick head actually poking out the top of his low-cut jeans, his thin tee-shirt dropped behind it and stretched over his taut belly.

  “Evie.” Ford said her name in his perfect host’s tone before he even turned his eyes from Charley. “Our guest seems unsatisfied with dessert.” Ford looked back at Charley again, his stare lingering low. “From the look of it, he wants something more.”

  And suddenly Ford was in front of Evie, his hands wrapped into the hem of her dress. “Arms up.” She turned wide e
yes from Ford to Charley and back. The look on Charley’s face was no help. It was clear—he wanted what Ford was offering.

  But Ford? The look on Ford’s face was pure Christmas morning.

  “Uh, Mr. Hawthorne,” Evie mumbled, shifting on the balls of her feet. She had no idea what he was going to ask her to do, either to Charley, or in front of him, and she wasn’t sure if she could do it.

  Ford reached around and under Evie’s dress in one quick swoop of his toned arm and smacked one of her butt cheeks hard. She yelped. Cupping his hand to her stinging skin, he pulled her roughly against him. She could feel his erection, bossy and unyielding between them, driving the situation, fueling her lust as much as his.

  Choking on a breath, she tried to calm her erratic respiration enough to ask, “What are you saying?”

  Ford spoke against her temple as if it was a private conversation. She could feel his heartbeat as he pressed against her, or maybe it was her own—she couldn’t tell. “I’m saying that Charley is our guest and we owe him something sweet after dinner.” He pulled back and looked down at her eyes, his green ones practically lit like lanterns. With his other hand he pressed his index finger over her lips. “And what you can do with your mouth, my Evangeline, is damned sweet.”

  “I can’t!” she squeaked, shaking her head and pulling away from him. “That’s not what—we were just trying to make a point!” She threw a desperate glance toward Charley. “We were trying to get you to change your mind, that’s all!” Two men? It was only her first night at Ford’s home and already things were escalating out of control. She felt panic start to take hold.

  “Ford, really, it’s okay. I’ll just go.” Charley stood up, looking pale.

  “No. You started this.” Ford pointed a stiff arm at Charley before swiveling his head back to Evie. “Both of you did. And it worked. I’m excited about the idea.” Evie felt Ford’s cock twitch between them. “I want to see the two of you finish what I saw starting there. I don’t think either of you were only playing.” He looked back and forth between them, his eyes settling on Charley. “I want to watch you with her,” he said slowly. Ford’s low voice had an effect like a vibrator on her clit. Closing the space between her feet, she pressed her thighs together against the excitement multiplying there.

  Charley glanced back and forth from Ford to Evie, looking poised to make a run for it. “Evie?” Charley asked, his brow knitted with concern.

  “Charley, wait in the other room for us. I want to speak to Evangeline privately. Take our wineglasses with you, please.”

  Charley did as Ford asked, not making eye contact again with Evie. Her stomach knotted, sure that she’d angered Ford with her “questioning” of his orders and was about to get the “don’t defy me or I will make you leave” lecture.

  But when Charley left, Ford cradled Evie’s face in his large hands, his touch startlingly gentle, his eyes deep, green pools. “I want to remind you of your safe word, love.” He raised his eyebrows and she nodded. “Evie, you must never hesitate to use it, and as soon as you do, everything stops immediately. You understand that, don’t you?” She nodded again, not trusting her own voice, her chest feeling too full in response to his concern.

  He wasn’t going to make her leave. He still wanted her, even after what she’d hidden from him, even after she’d brought trouble into his home, putting them all in danger. He was worried about her.

  He took his time, searching her eyes, but Evie knew all he’d find there was lust and affection and the desire to please him. She had avoided trying to analyze it, but she knew it was true nonetheless. “Never resist using your safe word because you think I might get angry. It’s set up strictly for your protection, to keep you from getting hurt or going to a place you really don’t want to go. Do you understand?”

  Evie nodded again, placing her hands on Ford’s elbows, realizing the two were practically in an embrace. “Good.” Ford’s voice was lovely, soft. “Because you do something to me I don’t understand. I’ve never felt it. But I seem to want more and more of you. I want to keep you.”

  Jellybeans, Evie thought, mentally scrambling to shove away the sudden feelings that welled in her. She was tough and could handle most any pain or stretching of her boundaries that Ford wanted to throw at her, but she didn’t know if she could handle the pain that would come from falling in love with a man like him. He would never love her back. She was convinced he didn’t know how. So jellybeans she repeated in her head and resisted showing any reaction to his statement. The safe word was for her protection, after all.

  “You like Charley, don’t you?” She nodded. “And you find him attractive?” Ford searched her eyes, seeming to look for the truth there rather than believe her answer.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Ford smiled. “How could you not?”

  Evie kept her lips still. Did Ford even recognize what he was feeling toward the other man?

  “Listen, I’m not oblivious to the obvious concerns here, so I want to put your mind at ease. Charley is clean, as am I. I have billions of dollars riding on my ability to run my companies. I have always used protection and in spite of that I still have my health status tested regularly. You could say I’m a bit obsessed with my longevity.” Ford grinned. “And Charley comes with me, so I know we’re both clean. I wouldn’t let him near you if I thought you weren’t completely safe.” Ford ducked his head to catch her eyes, driving home the sincerity of his words. “Okay? Do you feel comfortable about that?”

  “Yes, thank you for telling me that. I’m clean too.”

  “You’ve been tested? Recently?”

  She nodded. “When I had the trouble with John, especially knowing he was a drug user, I had every test known to man. And I got retested after six months to be sure. Clean.” She met his eyes and looked away again. “And I’m on the pill. I mean, just so you know.” She rushed the words out of her mouth. Why had she told him that? Sex wasn’t even part of their arrangement.

  “Good. Good,” Ford breathed. “So now that I’ve hopefully eased your mind—” Ford dropped his hands to her shoulders, squeezing. “Ease what’s concerning mine. You are here of your own free will? You don’t feel cornered?”

  “No!” Evie implored. “In fact this is the only place in the last six months where I’ve actually felt safe. Free.” Ford narrowed his eyes, considering her. “I promise.” Evie squeezed her fingers into his arms.

  “I’m glad you feel comfortable here, but John is lucky Charley and I don’t go out tonight and find him.” Ford looked toward the window. “Psychotic fuck,” he mumbled. “We’ll discuss him, and why you didn’t feel comfortable confiding in me, soon.” His tone carried a whisper of threat and Evie shivered.

  Ford smoothed the hair off Evie’s cheek, tucking it behind her ear. Then he pinched her earlobe, pulling down on it, causing an immediate twinge between her legs. “No earrings,” he murmured.

  She felt herself blush. “I only have one pair and they didn’t go with this. Well actually,” she looked up at him, “now I have some in the garage, if I can figure out where your guys packed them.” She smiled, a full-faced, genuine smile. “Thank you for getting my things. I don’t have much, but I do like the things I have.”

  He released her ear and smoothed his thumb across her bottom lip, a gesture that always made her weak. “Of course, love. I’m just sorry I tipped off your secret hideaway.”

  “S’okay. Boone will protect me. He loves me,” Evie teased.

  “He’s not the only one,” Ford started and Evie’s heart leapt to her throat, causing her a moment of light-headedness. “Charley and I will also protect you.”

  “Thanks. That’s nice.” Evie tried to keep her smile from looking sad. For the space of a breath, she’d felt the kind of joy that came only when someone told you they loved you. Someone you wanted to hear it from. The realization she’d misunderstood him stomped on her chest. Evie wasn’t sure she’d ever heard the words “I love you” from someone wh
o truly meant them. And she wanted to. Just once.

  “Well, love, now that we have all of those things cleared up,” Ford said, snapping suddenly back to his uber-confident self. “Let’s not leave our guest waiting.” He knelt in front of her, lifting first one foot, then the other, to free her thong and tossed it on the dining room table. Clamping his hand firmly over hers, he led her from the room, his long strides causing her to scramble in her heels to keep up. “I’m glad we had a talk about your safe word,” he said over his shoulder. “Because I’m about to take you way outside your comfort zone. Let’s see what you can do.” The last part was nearly a mirror of the language he’d used about his sports cars. She’d been right—he’d been referring to her.

  She gulped for air, her heart pounding as though she’d just run stadium stairs. Thankfully he was pulling her along, because after that statement she wasn’t sure she could have voluntarily made her legs move toward the room where the other man was waiting for them.

  Charley was staring out the back wall of windows into blackness, his hands in his back pockets, his posture restless. He turned as they entered, his eyes going straight to Evie’s. Raising his eyebrows in a silent question, she knew exactly what he wanted to know.

  You okay?

  She nodded, raising her own eyebrows in a look of anxious anticipation.

  Ford led her to the tufted ottoman. “Take off your dress.”

  “But I’m not wearing a bra.” Her voice wavered with embarrassment at the idea of undressing in front of the two men.

  Ford settled onto the couch in front of her and patted the seat next to him for Charley.

  “Of course you’re not, because I didn’t give you one to wear. Now don’t argue, love. You teased our Charley earlier with your backside and there’s no teasing in this house. In this house we don’t toy, we go all the way.” He grinned wickedly at her. “House rules. Now, Evangeline, I’ve asked nicely. Don’t make me ask again. Remove your dress or I’ll remove it for you. We want to look at your tits.”