Brighton squirmed in his seat. “You don’t talk much, do you?”
“You do enough talking for the both of us.”
“Insults won’t get rid of me. Just admit that I’m right and I’ll leave you alone.”
“What makes you think I want you to leave me alone?” Some kind of dark, wicked humor made the older man’s eyes glow with hedonism.
Brighton felt that lascivious look deep in his groin. God, what was it about him? There was bi-curious and then there was “For the love of God, man, take me now.”
“Have you been listening? It’s about sex with you. You don’t want platonic time together. Just admit I’m right and we won’t have to have dinner together.” He glanced around. “Come on, man. Make it quick before the server gets back and makes me order.”
“You could have chosen an old man,” Kale said, looking like he might laugh. “Why did you choose me?”
“Quit stalling.” Brighton pointed at him.
“Move your finger.”
His breath hitched when Kale pushed his finger down and lightly pinned Brighton’s hand to the cool table. The heat emanating from Kale’s hand sent reasoning out the window. For a split second there Brighton almost wished he was a woman. He would entice the hell out of Kale just like the smoldering man was seducing the crap out of him without even trying.
Brighton tried to pull his hand away, feeling faint when Kale gripped his wrist to immobilize him. Feeling a man’s hand on him, keeping him there, made him shake. He gulped, unable to pry his eyes away from the arousing sight of being held still by another man, especially one as dominant and virile as Kale.
“Order something off the menu,” Kale instructed him.
Brighton yanked his hand away when the man let go of him. He barely saw the menu Kale slid across the table toward him. “I don’t want anything.”
“Eat something,” Kale ordered.
Brighton shriveled, immediately dropping his eyes as he perused the menu without seeing it. “I guess I’ll have an appetizer. Mozzarella sticks.”
“We’ll share them.”
He blushed. Sharing an appetizer was something couples did. They weren’t a couple. A couple of enemies, maybe.
“Order something to drink.”
“Okay, this berry limeade or whatever.”
When the server returned and asked Brighton what he wanted, Kale ordered for him. Brighton grew warmer by the minute. His cock throbbed in his pants. He’d never had anyone order food for him before. Kale’s take-charge manner left him hot and bothered and somewhat shaken by his body’s response to the man. Brighton had known for a while that he was bi-curious, but Kale was absolutely killing him. Maybe he should walk away before he ended up begging for a kiss and jeopardizing his entire mission.
“Why are we eating together?” he asked shyly.
What’s wrong with me? I’m not shy. I’m Brighton McAlister, damn it.
Kale focused on him again. “You’re my sugar baby. We’ll be spending plenty of time together.”
Sweet baby Jesus, I’m screwed.
Brighton swallowed, mouth watering even as his throat felt parched. “You realize I’m a man, don’t you?”
Kale smiled, torturing his poor cock further. “Yes, I’m very aware of that.”
A renewed bout of sass fired his tongue. “You think by spending time with me that you can try to prove me wrong? I know what you’re trying to do. You hope I’ll eventually give up and then we’ll part ways and you’ll secretly look for a female sugar baby, hoping that I’ll think you just wanted company and won’t post this video all over YouTube.” He pointed at the other man. “Don’t underestimate me.”
Kale’s confidence never wavered. “How do I know you aren’t after my money? The women are as guilty of greed as the men are of lust.”
“Exactly.” Brighton stuck his finger in the man’s face.
“Move your finger.”
He flushed and moved his digit, eyes dropping. “Sorry.”
Kale appeared pleased. “You learn fast.”
Oh my God, he’s killing me!
His dick pounded with yearning. Brighton adjusted himself discreetly.
“Is something wrong?”
He blushed. “No. Why would anything be wrong?”
“You’re very twitchy. You seem uncomfortable.”
Damn it! Does he know I’m hard? How could he? He’s straight. At least, I think he is.
Brighton figured any chemistry between them was probably in his head. Kale was hoping for the woman in the picture, Danielle.
“Tell me about yourself, the truth. I want to know how much of your profile was truth and what was fabrication,” Kale said.
“Well, I’m a man, obviously.” God, that smile of his was dark and enthralling. “But everything else was true.”
“Does your fiancée know you’re doing this?”
“Yeah. She doesn’t care. It would be hypocritical of her anyway since I’m sharing her with my brother and another man. Well, I was until Heath broke up with her.”
Kale’s countenance shadowed and his voice cooled. “Heath Brodie?”
“Yeah, you know him?”
Brighton smirked. “I think you do.”
“You share your fiancée with your brother?”
“When the other man was involved with your ménage, did you share your woman with them at the same time?”
Kale’s timbre turned dusky. “Did the other man’s naked body excite you?”
“What?” Brighton blushed hard.
The server set their fried mozzarella sticks and warm pizza sauce down, smiling a little when she overheard.
Kale seemed unfazed by the fact that someone was privy to their private discussion. He thanked the server and waited for her to leave. When she did he turned his attention to him again. “Answer the question.”
“Do you love him?” Jealousy darkened Kale’s tone.
Danielle turned her head to look him the eye. He had to know the truth. “No, Sir. I never did. I used him to get over the McAlisters back then, only it didn’t work. I admit when I saw Emmett earlier I felt a little crappy, but I think that’s natural. You know how when you see an ex or an old fling settle down with someone else, it’s kind of humbling, because that other person is the one to them and you’re not. People always think ‘Oh, I’m better off without that person, ’ but in order for that to be true it means they’re better off without you, too. It’s just not very flattering to be forgettable to someone, to be one of the meaningless numbers they go through on the road to meet their soul mate.”
Kale caressed her cheek. “I understand, kitten. You know that you can’t be everyone’s someone, though.”
She smirked. “I know that. I need my rest sometimes.”
He grinned. “Melanie is Emmett’s special someone, but to me and the McAlisters, she’s just another woman. You’re our someone.”
Her soul soared. “You care about me, too? Not just Brighton?”
“Very much.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose before sitting up again. “No submissives have pleased me more than the two of you have.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’ve grown really fond of you.”
Understatement of the century. She knew she was falling for him, but she wasn’t sure how long David and Brighton were sharing her with Kale for. Brighton had merely said he wanted her to be trained in BDSM if she was down with it. She’d agreed, asking him why, to which he’d said “Reasons.”
“Shall I pull the ginger out of you?” Kale asked.
“Please do, Sir.”
After he did she felt his flaming exhale blow over her sore hole.
“I’m going to rim you,” he said darkly. “I love the taste of ginger.”
A harsh gasp barreled out of her when she felt wet, velvet heat gently licking her anus. He slowly cleaned away the lingering traces of ginger, bathing her in delicious steam. Her nerves sparked with sensation, firing to life beneath his expert strokes.
“Do you want my tongue in your asshole, Danielle?” he asked through a growl.
She moaned in acceptance. She couldn’t believe that she did. “Yes, Sir.”
The guttural sound rumbled in his chest as his tongue pushed into her body.
A soft cry poured out of her when she felt molten dampness pierce her. Wild electricity shot through her in mind-destroying currents. Her cells vibrated. Her pussy was soaked and achy. She’d been nervous about rimming, but all traces of bashfulness were gone. It felt so fucking good to feel a man’s tongue wiggling around in her hole, fucking her ass while his hands gripped her buttocks tight, like a predator holding his prey still while ravaging them.
“Please!” she pleaded. “It’s so good I can’t take it. I need your cock. Please let me have your cock.”
Kale growled and slapped her hard on the right ass cheek.
She shrieked at the pain and then screamed when her hole constricted around his steamy tongue. His heady groan made her sob in delight.
When he was good and ready to Kale withdrew his tongue, making her asshole quiver at the abandonment.
“Now I will give you my cock.”
“I’m so wet for you, Sir.”
He stuck his finger in her slit and she sighed. “You are. Did you come?”
“No, Sir. I promise.”
He gently rubbed her clitoris, stealing desperate whimpers from her. “Come now.”
A heartbeat later she shattered into a million pieces, writhing against the bed beneath her with Kale hovering over her from behind.
While she was still radiating with afterglow, cunt shuddering and womb clenching at the powerful vibrations, he entered her. She felt the latex tip, relieved that he remembered when she was so drunk on bliss.
“Too big,” she pleaded, hoping he kept going.
“Shh,” he lulled. “It will get better. Take me.”
His dominance dragged a submissive moan from her. A fresh surge of cream allowed him to advance and she opened her body to him, allowing for deeper penetration. Their animal sounds joined as one when he filled her to capacity.
No slow thrusts softened the shock of his massive erection buried in her saturated cunt. He plowed her hard and fast, taking what he wanted, using her body for his pleasure. The angle really nailed the hell out of her hot spot.
She actually screamed during his hardest pumps. His panting and sharp bellows said he relished her screams and the effect he had on her.
Her vagina grew hotter from the friction and she kept clawing at the sheets for a refuge he denied her.
“I feel you clenching on me, but you don’t come until I say,” he said firmly, voice strained and commanding.
She whined and then groaned when he slapped her left ass cheek. “Yes, Sir.”
“Fight it, kitten. Make your body obey me.”