Off Limits (2 page)

“Let it go, Adam.” He did
not
want his friend delving deeper, finding the real reason for his lack of interest. He just wanted to go home, jack off and hopefully clear his mind of Paige and this spell she’d put on him.

It didn’t really count that he imagined Paige’s mouth on his cock when he came, right?

Adam’s phone rang as they walked to the car, and he fished it out of his front pocket.

“Paige,” he muttered, and answered, unaware Zach’s body had gone on full alert.

Zach tried not to listen, but caught the “Where are you?” part of the conversation before Adam ended the call.

“Paige needs a ride home. You mind?”

“Where is she?” Zach asked, instead of, “Why can’t she get a cab?” which would have been wiser.

Adam told him the name of a club, not far away.

“So is she living here in Austin now?” Zach asked as he guided the car out of the parking lot.

“She’s been living in the city awhile. Just now making enough money to go out with her friends and have fun. Sounds like one of her friends got lucky and left Paige on her own.”

Zach wanted to ask Adam if he realized Paige was looking to get lucky too, and stopped himself from wondering if she had, since their last encounter. He hadn’t been able to find another to interest him, but for all he knew, she’d slept with a different guy every night, or worse, found her true love.

She was waiting at the curb outside the club when Zach pulled alongside in his Audi, wearing fuck-me heels and a skirt so short he’d be able to see her panties if she bent—or sat. His own shorts tightened as he did his best not to imagine what delicate garment she might be wearing. He kept his gaze straight ahead as she opened the back door of his car and slid in, buckling in the seat belt before she said, “Thanks, guys. Hi, Zach.”

“Hey. Where to?”

“Where were you guys going?”

Zach had been ready to call it a night but hadn’t discussed it with Adam, who glanced over. “We were heading out for coffee.”

“So early?” Disappointment laced her tone.

“We’re old,” Zach said.

“Not that old. Not even thirty.”

“You say that number like it’s a bad word.”

She unbuckled and leaned between their seats. “Let’s go to another club.”

Adam shook his head before Zach could protest. “I’m not going to watch my sister try to pick up some guy, and I sure as hell don’t want her there when I’m trying to pick up someone.”

“Stick in the mud. Just for a drink, okay?”

Adam hesitated. “One drink. Then we’ll take you home.”

She sat back, and Zach gave in to the urge to look in the rearview mirror. Just as he expected—her expression one of the cat who ate the cream. She was getting what she wanted, and he would be in misery for the rest of the evening.

Paige’s pulse thrummed as she sat across from Zach in the club they’d chosen—a place way tamer than the one she’d just left, with a more sedate, older crowd. She watched Zach lift the highball glass of Scotch to his lips, watched his throat work as he swallowed, and wanted to reach out to touch his skin.

She’d had a crush on him for as long as she could remember, from fourth grade, when he first started hanging around Adam, to high school, when those shoulders had started to fill out, to now, when he was every inch a successful ad executive, with his expensive haircut, his fashionably unshaven jaw, his well-made suit.

He was looking everywhere but at her. Of course, Adam was there, and Adam had punched him in the face for dancing with her. At least that bruise had faded. She took a sip of her martini and pretended not to be uncomfortable as no one at the table spoke.

She knew she looked good. Cristina hadn’t been the only one with offers to go home tonight, but Paige only wanted one man. She wanted him to see her, damn it. She slipped out of her chair and bent over to collect her clutch from the floor, giving him an excellent view of her ass as her skirt rode up. He saw, because she heard him choke on his Scotch.

“I’m going to the ladies’. Be right back.” Confident that he was watching, she swayed off.

But she was never going to get him to give in as long as Adam was around.

She watched the table for a bit before she returned. No women made a move, which was interesting, but this wasn’t exactly a hook-up place. And the two men together, both handsome and well dressed, were pretty intimidating.

Paige approached from behind, out of their line of sight.

“Small of the back,” Adam said.

Zach set his glass down on the table with a clink. “You always say that.”

“That’s where I always hope they are. Why? Where do you think it is?”

“Her hip, right above her panties. Perfect place. A butterfly.”

Adam made a sound of derision. “A rose.”

Tattoos
. She scanned the room. Who were they speculating about? The blonde, maybe, in the pale yellow suit. Or the waitress with the close-cropped red hair and bored expression. That one—the tawny-haired goddess in the jeans and patterned T-shirt.

“Chinese symbol for harmony, right shoulder,” Paige added, sliding into her chair.

Both men pivoted toward her and stared. Good. She’d finally gotten Zach to look at her.

“What? You think girls don’t play that game? Do you actually get them to show you the tattoos?” She looked from one to the other.

Adam stared at his drink, and she could have sworn she saw a blush creep up his throat. She leaned closer.

“If I ask really nice, they show me theirs. I’ve seen some tattoos in interesting places.” She chanced a glance at Zach and saw a muscle in his jaw twitch. “Did you know guys can get tattoos on their—”

“That’s enough.” Adam pushed his glass away and rose. “Time to go. No fun drinking with one’s sister.”

“Oh, I can be fun. Want to watch?”

“No.” He hooked his hand around her upper arm. “You need to go home where you’re safe.”

She thrust her lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. “It’s no fun drinking with one’s brother. Am I right?” She turned to Zach for back up.

“I like drinking with him. You, on the other hand, make me nervous.” He bounced his keys in his palm. “Let’s go.”

She made him nervous. That was definite progress.

Zach laced his fingers behind his head and stared at the circling ceiling fan, naked on his bed, hard and aching because of goddamned Paige Clark. He’d masturbated once tonight, but his hand was no substitute for those luscious lips or her sweet pussy, which he almost glimpsed twice earlier when she bent over in that skirt-from-the-devil. What the hell was he supposed to do? He couldn’t fuck her because he valued Adam’s friendship too much. He was going to have to find a substitute, no question about it. He hadn’t exactly had this problem before, had never been so focused on one woman, but he could deal with it.

He gripped his cock and began to stroke.

Chapter Two

This was his element. Zach sat back in the leather chair and watched the two girls on the long couch, the blonde straddling the face of the redhead, who lapped at her slit while the blonde tucked her hair over her ear and covered the redhead’s pussy with her open mouth. His cock thrummed, just this side of painful.

He hadn’t been to the sex club in months, but it was providing just the distraction he needed. If he wanted, he could get in on this action, or he could crook his finger at the woman at the bar who was watching at a distance and take her back to one of the private rooms, or hell, even approach the couple groping each other at the table by the wall and see if they wanted to try a ménage.

Before he turned back to the two girls, where the redhead was groaning against the blonde’s cunt, on the verge of coming,
she
walked in. He was on his feet before he knew it, not trusting his eyes. Why the hell would Paige Clark be at a sex club? But it was her, those wild curls unmistakable as she giggled with her two friends. He took two strides toward her and stopped. Did he want her to know he visited this establishment? Or was it better to pretend he wasn’t here and watch her fuck some random stranger?

Right. Best she knew what he was. He crossed the room and stopped in front of her, blocking her view of the couple he’d considered joining, the woman on the table with her legs spread for her partner’s mouth.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded.

Paige angled her head up, those tilted eyes knowing, as if she’d expected him to be here. “Same thing as you.”

“No. You’re not. Out.” He pointed toward the door, shifting whenever her gaze moved past him.

Her friends snickered but he didn’t spare them a glance.

“I paid my money. I want to see.”

“There’s nothing you want to see. This isn’t the place for you.”

Her eyes snapped back to him and narrowed. “But it’s fine for you.”

“That I’m a pervert is common knowledge, and the main reason your brother hit me in the face. No telling what he’d do if he knew you were in here.”

“I’m a grown-up. I know what I want.” She closed the space between them and pressed her hips against his, her lips parting when his erection bumped her belly. She looked in the direction from which he’d come, where the two girls now sat up, sated, and reached for their clothing. “Is that what you like? Two girls? Three-ways?” She rubbed her belly along the length of his cock. “Am I just not enough for you, Zach? Is that why you’re pushing me away?”

He gripped her arms, but he couldn’t make himself put distance between them. God, her body felt so good. His blood hummed in his veins, the pitch deepening with each bump of her hips. He wanted to pin her to the wall and grind against her, wanted to bury his face in her hair and breathe in her scent.

“You want me.” Her breath gusted against his throat. Her breasts brushed his chest, her nipples hard through the thin fabric of her dress.

Which made him wonder if she wore any underwear at all. His gaze dropped to the short skirt. All he had to do was lift it up—

He thought about the private rooms that circled the club, ones with two-way mirrors that allowed the occupants to look out onto the club while they indulged their own desires. He thought about securing one and fucking Paige until she screamed.

Only he didn’t want to take her here, didn’t want the stain of this place, as extravagant as it was, on her.

“Let’s go.” He motioned to the door, unwilling to admit aloud that she’d won. But he was taking her to the hotel across the street and screwing her until they were both drained. At least that was more respectable than taking her in the club.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I want a drink first.”

He glanced toward the bar, where a guy was giving another guy a blowjob. Paige’s eyes widened, her lips parted and she flushed. “I’ll buy you a drink somewhere else. The drinks here are watered down anyway.”

“I want to watch. You like that, right? Watching? Or were you getting ready to join in?”

A moment passed before he realized she meant join the girls, not the men.

“Do you do it out here?” Her voice was breathy as she moved toward the bar, taking in the couple at the table, the girls stripping each other on the stage, the piped-in cries and moans over the loudspeakers.

He wished the heat flooding his face was because of the alcohol, but he was pretty sure he was embarrassed. That was new. He wanted to convince her to leave. He swallowed. “Sometimes.”

She wasn’t deterred by his reticence. “Do you bring someone, or meet them here?”

“Usually meet them here.”

“Girls, right?” She slanted an uncertain look in his direction.

He needed to get her off the subject and out of this place, but she was determined. “Right. What do you want, a martini?”

She nodded, her back to the bar as she took in the place, the leather and cherry furnishings, expensive carpeting, the Tiffany-style lighting, all bringing to mind an old-fashioned bordello.

“You’re blushing,” he said as he presented the drink to her. “That kind of gives you away.”

“You turned red earlier. I’m thinking you’re not as hard as you think you are.”

He eased closer. “I’m plenty hard. You, on the other hand, are innocent, and it shows.”

She turned to him, her palm on his chest, her thigh riding up his. “What about this? What does this say?”

“It says you’d better say something nice about me at my funeral when Adam kills me.” He pinned her to the bar, his hands on either side of the padded cherry wood, and bent to kiss her.

The kiss was everything Paige had imagined it would be, his mouth warm and smooth, the bristle of his stubble teasing the edges of her lips. His tongue swept into her mouth, stroking as his body moved against hers, rubbing against her enough to push up the short hem of her skirt, and—

“Oh!”

He lifted his head, blue eyes dark, lips parted as if he wanted to devour her. “What?”

She tightened her fingers on his sleeves and forced herself to meet his gaze. “I’m close.”

His head snapped back and his brows furrowed. “To coming?”

She nodded, trying not to push her pussy against his leg, wanting her first orgasm with him to be, well, with him.

“Christ.” He moved away from her as if she was on fire. He pulled out his wallet, tossed a bill on the counter and took her hand.

“Where are we going?” she asked as she stumbled after him and—oh. Wow, she was really turned on. This had never happened before. But then, she’d never walked around in a sex club without underwear, hoping to seduce the lust of her life. Every step was a caress on her swollen clit.

“I kissed you in a sex club. I’m not going to make you come in one.”

“Isn’t that, like, the point?”

He scowled, barely giving her time to take leave of her friends before he pulled her out the door and onto the sidewalk. He hesitated, as if debating with himself, then charged across the street, pulling her in his wake.

She looked up to see a hotel looming nearby, and not a cheap hotel. This was where he was taking her. This was where he’d make love to her for the first time. A giddiness rose in her as he pulled her through the big glass doors.