Beg Me (3 page)

Drake hadn’t had any trouble believing it.
He knew too many things about Kent. Fuck, if he’d known that
bastard had a thing for her, he would have been camping out on her
doorstep, watching over her.

And not just because she’d been Kyle’s wife,
not just because she was his best friend’s widow and he owed Kyle
that.

Not just because he’d been obsessing over
her ever since that day five years ago, not even just because he’d
been in love with her for longer than that.

Although that day—that day five years
ago…

She acted like she’d forgotten. He wondered
if she had.

Five years ago

T
he last
thing Drake had expected to hear when he used his key to let
himself into their house was that low, husky voice, Tania’s voice,
all but shouting.

All but begging.

“
Please don’t. I’ll do whatever you
want, just don’t hurt me again…”

Drake heard Tania’s voice, raw and rough,
and he tore up the steps, snarling in silence.

Somebody was getting ready to die—

He made himself stop at the top of the
steps, moving quietly, his heart racing as he heard her pleading,
then the unmistakable sound of a hand striking flesh.

Hands curling into fists, he came to a
corner in the hallway, peered around the side. And froze, unable to
move—that was so
not
what
he’d expected to see.

Shit…

The blood drained from his brain, straight
down to his dick, as his heart threatened to thunder out of his
chest—

Drake knew, very well, the difference
between something real and something forced, between a fantasy and
reality. More than once, he and his lovers had walked such lines,
but it wasn’t anything he’d been prepared to see here.

Tania Sinclair was kneeling on her bedroom
floor, her skirt rucked up over her ass, her hands bound together
at the small of her back. And her husband, Kyle—Drake’s best
friend—was fucking her. While Drake stared, Kyle spanked her tight,
perfect ass and she cried out, a look of nearly violent pleasure on
her face.

Fuck—

He made a sound. He didn’t know what, but he
made some noise and Kyle stilled, looked up. Then, one hand resting
soothingly on Tania’s hip, he pulled away and stood.

Tania whimpered, awkwardly twisting around
to look back, and that was when she saw Drake. Her eyes widened and
she blushed bright red.

“
Oh,
shit
!” she blurted out.

Kyle dragged his jeans up, shifting to block
his wife from Drake’s sight. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“
It looks like you’ve restrained your
wife, like you’re spanking your wife,” Drake said, his voice rough.
Hell. He could still see the imprint of Kyle’s hand on that perfect
ass. And he wanted to trace it with his lips—then do the
same.

“
Okay, that was what it looked like.”
Kyle swore and glanced back, turned around.

Tania was standing now and Drake caught a
glimpse of her sleek hips, the bare mound of her sex as Kyle
smoothed her close-fitting skirt down, adjusted the white blouse
she was wearing, covering her.

She turned around, presenting Kyle with her
wrists, and Drake watched as Kyle pulled a pocketknife out and
sliced through the duct tape.

He dipped his head and whispered to her and
she glanced at Drake, then at Kyle, a faint smile on her lips. She
shrugged, murmured back.

Kyle stroked his hands up and down her arms,
then looked at Drake. “Look, we like to mess around when we’re
having sex sometimes. I don’t hurt her.”

Tania slid an arm around Kyle’s waist and
smiled at Drake. “At least not any more than I want him to.”

“
Damn it, Tania,” Kyle
growled.

Drake looked at her, then at Kyle—that hot,
slippery ball of envy growing hotter, tighter, taking up just a
little more room inside his heart. Setting his jaw, he looked back
at Tania. “You’re sure you’re not hurt.”

She cocked a brow at him. “Do I
look
hurt? Or even upset? A little
embarrassed maybe, but trust me, Drake… I’m fine.” Abruptly, she
rose up on her toes and whispered in Kyle’s ear.

Kyle gave her a pained look and then
laughed. “You’re a brat, baby.” Then he looked at Drake. “She says
you interrupted her game, but if you want to stay and watch, you
can. She’s always daydreamed about having somebody watch her.” He
gave his wife a narrow look and muttered, “Tania, you’re such a
tramp.”

She grinned at him. “You love it.”

“
Yeah.” He groaned and tugged her head
back, kissed her hard and fast before he looked back at Drake. “You
can see for yourself I’m not hurting her, if it will make you feel
better. I’m supposed to finish it, though.”

Drake just stared at him.

Game—

Stay and watch—

He squeezed his eyes closed.
Turn around. Walk away
.

That was what he needed to do.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw that
Kyle had his hand fisted in Tania’s hair, her head cranked back for
a harsh, rough kiss. With his other hand, he shoved her skirt up.
She jerked back, glared at him.

He laughed.

Drake shifted his eyes from Tania to
Kyle—that laugh didn’t quite sound like Kyle. Too mean, too cold.
But Tania’s eyes were bright, hungry—the desire he saw on her face
was unmistakable.
Fuck.

“
Stop it,” she said.

“
No. You want it—I can
tell.”

“
Bastard.” She grabbed the hand he’d
pushed between her legs. But instead of pushing him away, she
rocked against it. Moaned. Her gaze slid his way and then back to
Kyle’s.

“
You’re soaking wet, baby. Now tell me
you don’t want this…”

Drake scrubbed a hand over his face. He had
to get out of here. Turning on his heel, he started down the
hall.

Just before he would have around the corner,
out of sight, away from temptation and the woman he couldn’t have,
he looked back, though.

Kyle had her on the floor, her wrists pinned
over her head. Drake groaned as he watched Kyle push inside her,
groaned as Kyle paused and looked down at her. “You go ahead and
fight it. You sure as hell are wet for me. You still want me to
stop?”

“
Yes,” she whimpered.

He watched as she jerked against Kyle’s
hands.

Kyle smiled down at her. Whispered, “Beg me,
bitch.”

“
Stop…please, Kyle, don’t do
this…”

Kyle surged against her, hard. Fast.

Drake’s cock jerked. He pressed his hand to
the wall, his fist clenched, watched as Tania jerked against Kyle,
listened as she whimpered.

“
Stop, please…” Her head thrashed, her
legs came up and wrapped around Kyle’s waist.

Abruptly Kyle let go of her hands, caught
her face. “Fuck, I love you,” he muttered.

She cried out, her body arching,
shuddering.

Watching her climax was one of the erotic
and beautiful sights he’d ever seen.

Drake left before it ended.

D
rake came
back to himself, his cock as hard now as it had been then, and his
heart every bit as hollow.

Kyle had waited two days and then shown up
at the garage. In his typical blunt fashion, he had said, “You know
I wouldn’t ever hurt my wife.”

Drake had just nodded. “I know. If I’d known
what was going on, I would have left. I didn’t think anybody was
there—I was leaving something on the counter, didn’t see either of
your cars in the driveway, let myself in. I just heard Tania and I
thought…”

Kyle had known. No other explanations had
been needed.

Tania had mentioned that day to him only
once, a few months later. Ever since then, for as much as it was
mentioned, it was like the day hadn’t even happened.

It would have been easier if it hadn’t
happened. Especially for Drake. Loving her, not having her, was
hard enough. Knowing she played games that not everybody liked to
play, games that played too close to the kind he was into…

He swore, shoved a hand through his hair.
Just seeing her did this to him—tangled him into knots of love and
lust until he couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think straight. He’d
always been attracted to her, had started falling in love with her
back when she and Kyle had just been dating.

But then he’d seen that and it had been like
a fever in his blood.

Never a good idea to fall in love with a
woman he couldn’t have, and for the past five years, no other woman
would really do it for him. He wanted her, only her, and all of
her.

But he was just her husband’s friend.

One she’d invited over for dinner tonight.
Probably so she wouldn’t be alone.

“
Hell.”

Jerking down the zipper of his coveralls, he
headed for the shower at the back of his garage. With his dick
pounding and his skin feeling two sizes too small, if he tried to
work on anything right now, he’d just screw it up.

He’d be in better shape if he jerked off
now. Maybe it would make it a little easier when he saw Tania in a
few hours.

“
I
want to
ask you for a favor,” she said, staring at him over her
wineglass.

Drake told himself he could get through
this—he told himself he wasn’t about to lose it, thinking about how
sexy and sweet she looked in a short, flippy little tan skirt that
left too much leg bare. He told himself he wasn’t all but drooling
as he thought about the breasts under her close-fitting, clingy
black top.

He also told himself the dinner had been
delicious, but he couldn’t remember what it tasted like or what
he’d even eaten twenty minutes ago. Some kind of chicken. He
thought. Or maybe pork. Right?

No, he was too focused on Tania, and the
fact that she was sitting three feet away from him. Too focused on
the fact that his cock was throbbing like a bad tooth and had been
ever since she’d let him into her house an hour earlier.

Her words rang in his mind. She needed
help—finally, though, something real, something physical he could
focus on. That would
really
help. Maybe her car needed a tune-up, that was easy, although
why she’d felt the need to cook for him just to ask for that, he
didn’t know.

“
Anything.” He tipped his beer bottle
back, wetting his throat. Fuck it, she looked so beautiful. She was
sitting so close, he could smell the scent of the lotion she’d
slicked all over her skin. Good enough to eat, and that was just
what he wanted to do, too.

She grimaced and said, “Maybe you should put
the beer down. Stop drinking for a minute, because I don’t want you
to choke when I ask.”

“
Okay.” He smirked a little and leaned
forward, setting the bottle on the table. “Although I don’t know
what you could ask that would surprise me that much,
Tania.”

“
Five years ago.”

Okay—maybe I was wrong.
She can surprise me
.

Drake grabbed the bottle. “I think I need
the beer,” he muttered.

She smiled. “Five years ago,” she said
again. “You know what I like.”

He shifted his gaze to her, all too aware of
just how little distance separated them, all too aware of that
short, flippy skirt, of the sweet scent of her skin…and just how
acutely he remembered things from five years ago.

You…on your knees.

You…restrained and begging.

You…looking at me with that challenge in
your eyes, all but daring me to watch while Kyle fucked you, while
you pretended to fight—

“
Do you remember?” she asked, her
voice low and quiet.

“
Yes.” How could he forget
that?

“
Something about the way you watched
us made me think… Well, you weren’t turned off by it, were
you?”

“
I saw a beautiful woman having
sex—was I supposed to get turned off?”

Tania tilted her head to the side. “That’s a
roundabout non-answer. Okay. Let’s try this. Yes or no—does that
kind of thing appeal to you?”

“
Fuck, yes.”

“
And what if it involved me?” Her
lashes drooped low over her eyes and she stared at him, her gaze
heavy, intent.

Oh, hell. “You’re a beautiful—”

“
Yes or no, Drake.”

Because he needed the time to stall, and
because his throat was now dry as the Sahara, he took another
drink. Then he set the bottle back on the table. He didn’t know for
certain where she was going with this, but he was getting a clue
now.

The new question was now—what
was
he
going to do? Be her
experimental foray back into sex and get his heart ripped out? Or
walk away?

He slid off the couch and shifted so that he
was facing her, kneeling in front of her. Staring into her eyes, he
put his hands on her knees, watching her face.

Her lips parted on a rough gasp but she
didn’t pull away, didn’t even move as he pushed his hands higher,
higher, under the hem of that flippy little skirt that had driven
him insane all night.

Closing his hands around her
hips—
fuck
—her
naked
hips, he pulled her to the
edge. Her knees parted automatically and he pressed the ridge of
his cock against her. “If it involves you? The answer, again, is
fuck, yes,” he said, his voice hardly more than a growl.