The Debt Collector: An Underground Bad Boys Romance Page 12

  Lightning brightened the sky and thunder rolled.

  “Are you hungry? Gage is supposed to cook something, I can’t guarantee it will be edible though.”

  “You’re going to let Gage take control of your kitchen?”

  “I figured that after you took over my domain, I could let him too. But he better clean up after himself.”

  Another lightning strike. This time a lot closer. The storm was upon them. The entire city now appeared blurry through the rain. Lightening cut through the sky and the lights in the apartment faded. Once, twice, before completely going out.

  Tessa heard Gage cursing from a distance and Locke walking away.

  “Damn, the lights are out!”

  “I bet you’re happy because you won’t have to cook tonight.”

  She heard a bang and a series of curses. “Don’t move, Gage. I’m gonna find the flashlight.”

  “I said I was going to cook, and I will. Even if I lose a foot in the process. What do you want to eat, Tessa?”

  What she could see of the city was dark, but outside, it sounded like a battlefield. And maybe, in another part, near the pier by a container, another war was waging.

  “Tessa?”

  Shaking herself, Tessa forced a smile and turned to Gage. “I’m not hungry.”

  Without another word, she went to her room. She didn’t feel particularly civil. In fact, it was as if her skin was too tight from the anticipation of what was happening on the other end of town. Small talk demanded too much effort.

  The silence and darkness of her room combined with the low roar of the storm was immediately soothing. Until someone knocked at the door. “Yes?”

  “Can I come in?” Gage’s voice sounded tentative.

  “A closed door means I want to be alone. Give me a minute, okay?”

  Just a minute, so she could push all her thoughts aside to analyze later and be the Tessa the two men knew. And the one who could jump back into her old life. She didn’t understand how sex had changed her so much and needed time to work through her emotions.

  The door opened, and she knew immediately it was Locke. He never waited for anyone or anything.

  She was surprised he didn’t step inside though. When she peeked over her shoulder, she saw him standing on the threshold, Gage two steps behind him. It seemed it would be impossible to get any solitude until she was back at her place.

  “Are you all right?”

  Damn, and now he sounded concerned. He sounded like he cared, but she knew that was impossible. “Yes. I’m fine. Just not hungry.”

  “May I come in?”

  Pushing her shoulders back, Tessa softened her expression before getting up and facing the men. “Do you have any board games around? We may need one if the power doesn’t come back soon.”

  She tried to pass them, but Locke blocked her. “What’s going on, Doctor?”

  From the way Gage looked at her, she knew she had them worried and there was no way around it. “I’m fine.”

  “You keep saying that and I don’t believe it.”

  There was no way she was baring her soul right now. She only needed to say enough to end the discussion. “My mind keeps going to what’s about to happen. What if Luther was warned. What if he escapes? What if it all falls through? All your efforts, all your sacrifices, for nothing.”

  Without realizing it, she started pacing the room. Locke stepped in, followed by Gage. The men looked at each other, probably thinking she was on the verge of a breakdown.

  “It’s constantly in my mind and I can’t do anything about it. What if what I told Tyrone isn’t enough? Did I think everything through enough? Could something I’ve said cause the operation to fail? All those helpless women… What…”

  Two strong hands spun her around and a mouth crashed onto hers. Gage. Her body reacted, but it wasn’t what she wanted even if she did crave a connection to someone. In the confusion of her mind, she was about to push Gage away, when a wall of muscle caught her from behind, making it difficult to get away. Locke pushed her hair aside, nipping at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. His hands on her hips, he pushed the fabric up until his fingers reached her skin, giving her the contact she needed. If it was the only way, or the last time to have Locke before everything was over, she would take it. She would take them both.

  Gage teased her mouth with his tongue until she finally allowed him access. Her hands ran up his muscled arms while he sucked at her tongue. His hungry mouth abandoned her lips to lap at her skin. Head bowed back, Tessa heard Locke’s breath in her ear as Gage ripped her blouse open. Both men discarded her torn top and bra so fast it made her head spin. Gage lavished her breasts, tracing her areolas before gently closing his teeth around the tips. Tessa felt restless and unsteady at being assaulted by both men. As Gage slowly lowered himself, Tessa flung her arms back and grabbed Locke’s short hair.

  Locke quickly replaced his friend playing with her nipples, his warm breath in her ear.

  “You are so fucking beautiful as you submit like that, your body shivering, your moans. God, I could come just hearing your pleasure.”

  Tessa felt Gage tug at her pants and wanted to look down, but Locke restricted her head with one hand. “Leave him be. Let us distract you until your body shuts down and your voice is raw from screaming.”

  Shivering, naked between the two fully dressed men, she let herself fall back as Gage caressed her legs to the top of her thighs. “And if I want to pleasure you too?” The question held a hidden meaning as she wanted to finally have Locke’s cock deep inside her. Almost as much as she dreamed of kissing him.

  Now she could hear a smile in his voice. “Always on the giving side and unused to being on the receiving side, aren’t you? Well, I believe we can think of something.”

  Cradled in his arms as he caressed, pinched and tickled every inch of skin he could reach, Locke secured her position as Gage slowly picked up one of her feet and placed it over his shoulder.

  “Hang in there, Tessa, I’m going to do something I’ve been dreaming of doing from the first time I saw you.”

  His rough fighter hands slid inside her thighs, until he reached her engorged inner lips. Tessa leaned back on Locke even more. She was slowly losing her mind with the sensory overload and the anticipation.

  “Tell me what Gage is doing, sweetheart.”

  Tessa tried to look back at him, but again, his strong arms kept her immobile. With a tongue that traced the shell of her ear, she could feel his arousal against her back. His accelerated breathing and his own arousal fueled her own. “You’re crazy.”

  Gage’s fingers were light as a feather, almost ticklish against her sex.

  “Come on, I’m waiting. I want to know everything he’s doing.”

  Blushing, Tessa swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing, amazed at how brazen she had become. “He’s … he’s caressing me.”

  “Where? How?”

  Locke wouldn’t allow her to give him vague descriptions.

  “His fingertips, he’s tracing my outer lips. It’s very light.”

  “Ah. Did you know that in this position, he can see all of you? Have access to all of you. How does it make you feel?”

  Right on cue, Gage used his fingers to part her even wider, pushing her folds up so she was completely exposed.

  “Keep talking. What is he doing to you now?” Locke slowly rocked his hips against her back. His hands on her ribcage were almost distracting, almost too ticklish. But she craved his body, his touch, and his voice too much to order him to stop.

  “He’s parted me. Wide.” As she was searching for her words, she felt a tongue circling around her clit. The contact stole her breath. “His tongue is on me. But…”

  “But what?”

  “It’s not enough.”

  Gage’s tongue dipped until he flicked at her entrance.

  “What’s not enough? Tell me.”

  Both the sensations between her leg
s and the tantalizing voice in her ear made her want to scream in frustration. It was like he was raking over raw nerves. “I…” Thinking the words was one thing but saying them out loud made her hesitate.

  Once more, Locke taunted her with words, his fingertips making her squirm until he returned to her breasts. Both men’s touches were too light. She needed to be possessed but saying it out loud would mean relinquishing what was left of herself.

  “We need the words, Doctor. Tell me what you want, and we might give it to you.”

  She felt a fingertip barely circling her entrance. Clenching her muscles, a frustrated moan escaped her lips as her hips tried to amplify the caress, only to feel Gage withdraw at every push. Unless she got free and took care of her orgasm herself, there was only one way out of this torture.

  “Please make me come.”

  Once more, Locke was at her ear. “Be specific. What do you need from us to come, right now?”

  “Gage. Gage, please suck my clit. Make me come, please?”

  The male laughter between her legs was lost in her yell as he latched onto her engorged nub without warning. Her hands in Locke’s hair turned into wicked fists at the intensity. “Too much!”

  Instantly, Gage released her, standing up. “This woman doesn’t know what she wants.” Gage winked at her, but with her body tense as a string, so close to release, Tessa only wanted to push him back to his knees and have his wicked mouth back between her legs.

  “Maybe we have to switch tactics, my friend.” Gently, Locke pushed her, so she fell, sprawled on the bed. The two men started to remove their clothes until they stood naked before her.

  At that moment, Tessa knew she was at their mercy, and never wanted it to stop.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Locke and Gage stood at the edge of the bed, gloriously naked, and they were only looking at her. Tessa couldn’t move, waiting for a cue before realizing that both men were probably in the same predicament. Gage’s eyes were roaming her body as Locke gazed deep inside her eyes. It felt like he was trying to decipher what was inside her soul. She only wanted to look at him, but also knew the rules of the game, so she hitched herself up on the bed until her upper body was supported by the headboard. Closing her eyes, she drew her knees up, opened her legs and slid her fingers down to rub her clit.

  Pleasure crested fast, but not fast enough. She wanted a release. Gage cursed, and she felt the mattress move as someone joined her on the bed. Before she could look, male hands pushed her hand aside and a warm, wet tongue lapped at her folds. Locke. Her eyes flew open. On all fours, his pale sea eyes were on her face as he lavished her core with licks, biting her inner thighs. Teasing was clearly on his mind.

  “If you aren’t there to make me come, let Gage do it.”

  Even if he only was only teasing her, Tessa didn’t want Gage, but she knew that the unspoken competition between the two guys could work to her advantage, spurring Locke into doing what she craved.

  He wasn’t about to switch places with his friend, but it seemed that he was only going to bring her to orgasm on his own terms.

  “Locke…” There wasn’t much menace in her voice. But she could play dirty if need be.

  Gage stood at the edge of the bed, his large cock in hand, stroking lazily, inspired by the sight before him.

  Ignoring Locke’s ministrations as best she could, Tessa crooked her finger to beckon him closer. Gage obeyed and leaned forward, taking her lips in a sensual kiss. Locke’s response was a low growl, sending uncontrollable shivers throughout her body. Ignoring Locke’s frustration as he remained between her legs, and wanting to increase it, she closed her fingers around Gage and started to pump him. The fighter’s breathing changed, and one hand went to her breast, while the other moved her head to deepen the connection.

  For now, she didn’t touch Locke, payback for not having him to herself as she had fantasized, although the man eating her out was a sight to behold, and he did it with such skill that she almost forgot about her plan.

  Breaking the kiss with Gage, she winked and released him, taking his hand, pulling it until it brushed against Locke’s erection. Despite the surprise in his face, Gage complied. After a few strokes, Locke shivered and pushed himself away.

  “Damn, you have me distracted.”

  Gage didn’t release him. “I’m under the lady’s control. Not my fault if you have no self-control.”

  “I’ll show you self-control.” Locke twisted, making Gage take his place, and he moved behind him. “Let’s see if you can make the good Doctor come before you do. Then we’ll talk about self-control.”

  Tessa’s core clenched at the sight of Locke moving into place behind Gage. She only could guess what had happened when the big man at his friend’s mercy exhaled sharply and shivered. From his position, Locke was using his fingers and she knew how wicked they could be. Gage seemed lost for a minute, or two and she suspected Locke had invaded his ass and was pressing on his prostate. Both men knew their bodies so well, Gage had a handicap. Although seeing them like that aroused her to no end.

  After a moment, Gage’s face cleared, and he buried his face between her legs. Her arousal had died down a little, but quickly rose again. Gage was a little distracted at first, but his tongue soon found her clit. He flicked so fast, that her hands clenched at his head, trying to bring him even closer.

  Letting herself relax against the headboard, Tessa’s attention went back to Locke. It was the intensity on his face as well as the light sheen of sweat over his skin that made her moan, tremors gripping her. Even though she was being pleasured by Gage, she started to roll her hips at Locke, not in invitation, but provocation. He didn’t need to be told twice, his expression darkening to savage lust. Shifting behind Gage’s upturned ass, Locke only broke eye contact with her to position himself and slowly pressed his cock inside Gage.

  Once more cursing, but with his face lost in rapture, Gage lifted his head from her, his beard glistening with her fluids. How she wished to be in the fighter’s place.

  Locke grew more and more forceful in his strokes, and Gage met him hit for hit. As the two men steadied their pace, Gage snarled pulling her to him. Tessa shrieked in surprise. Gage didn’t acknowledge her when he hooked his bulging arms around her thighs, opening her even wider before starting to devour her. There was no finesse in his mouth, only pure animal lust that licked, bit and pulled, wringing from her body any shiver, sigh or moan of pleasure he could while staying away from her clit. Sometimes, his touch was so brutal, pain mixed with the pleasure, but there was no way out, no way to push him away, the fighter was too far gone and on a mission.

  Clinging to her sanity, Tessa couldn’t stop moaning, which made Locke even more forceful. There was violence in him, it was clear as day, and he was using Gage to show her. The room was filled with the noise of sex, the air permeated with the smell of rutting bodies, sweat and arousal. The three of them were clearly sprinting to the finish line.

  Fighting off the inevitable, Tessa thought she could hold on until Gage moved slightly and shoved two big fingers in her sheath. The amount of natural lubrication made his entry easy. He pumped a couple of times, stretching her a little, before finally taking her pulsating clit in his mouth. The sucking, and his beard chafing her tender skin brought her to the verge so fast, but something or someone held her back.

  Her body undulating, feverish to the point she thought she would lose her mind, Tessa implored Locke with her eyes and her face, mouthing the words she couldn’t bring herself to say.

  His face was a mask of concentration, of dire restraint against his own pleasure. Tessa prayed he would answer her request before Gage pushed her too far.

  Accelerating, Locke twisted his hips as he fucked Gage, and he leaned closer to her. Gage’s deep roar at Locke’s move almost made her miss his command.

  “Come.”

  It was a free fall at high speed as Gage’s mouth vibrated against her clit once more, and he sucked hard. The fingers inside
her curled and attacked her g-spot, making her spasm, reawakening arousal as if her body wasn’t spent yet. It crested again as she pulled at his head, babbling for him to leave her clit, too sensitive now. Gage relinquished it, but his fingers increased their movement, until the pressure made her spasm again. The second orgasm was just as powerful, to the point where she lost her sense of self. Her entire skin aflame, she grabbed her breasts and tried to alleviate their tingling and heaviness, but it only prolonged her pleasure.

  With blurry vision, she searched for Locke who smiled triumphantly at her as Gage started to tremble. He retrieved his fingers from her and used her own juices to stroke his shaft. The speed and force at which he took himself in hand looked painful, but Gage continued until his face contorted into ecstasy. He came on her legs and the bedspread, blind to the world as Locke fucked him deeper. Eyes locked with Tessa, he pushed himself inside a few more time, before breaking contact and howling, his body a thing of virile beauty, as he allowed himself his release.

  Tessa tried to keep her eyes open, but her body was working overtime to recover from the orgasms forced upon it. They all lay on the bed, a pile of sweaty bodies and limbs tangled together. Gage’s head was on her thigh, and Locke had his hand on her stomach, his body still on top of his friend. His hand was slowly soothing and caressing her skin.

  Her mind drifted as her body slowly shut down, the sound of thunder on the other side of the wall mixing with her own heartbeat and the heat of the two men against her skin. In and out of slumber, Tessa lost track of time.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  At some point, the thunder receded, and the rain mixed with the sound of sleeping bodies. And a strange rattling sound. When it happened again, Tessa fought the layers of sleepiness until her room came back into focus. Somehow, Gage had shifted to his side, giving her his back and Locke was nowhere to be seen. Still naked, Tessa shivered slightly before realizing the rattling sounded again. Wondering where Locke was, she pushed herself off the bed and walked around until the next buzzing helped her locate a cell phone on the ground. Probably Locke’s. It must have fallen from his pants. His clothes were gone too. Picking up the phone, a message lit the screen and she recognized Tyrone’s number.