Gray’s voice was like demanding fingers, stroking my body from the inside out, rocketing me toward oblivion. What was I doing with these fools when only a word from Gray could get my body close to that edge? For now, I’d have to be content with the surrogates. But damn it if I wasn’t going to imagine it was Gray touching me, fucking me, making me come.

I took several breaths and gulps, trying to stave back the orgasm that was so close I could feel a tingle over my whole body.

Hawk didn’t relent for a moment and his sex drive was my reprieve. He put his body in my line of sight, demanding my attention. “Ian, get under her and hold her tits together for me.”

Ian crawled to the floor, pitching once to the side on a bump and a turn. He finagled his way into lying on his back right next to me. “Straddle me, babe. Put those big titties right in my face.”

I’d forgotten most of my body issues up until now. I had a pretty face, and honestly, I had killer boobs. But having Ian under me, I’d have to put some of my weight on him. He’d feel my belly pressing against him. What if I crushed his slight frame? I was way bigger than he was.

The light from the phone flicked off and Gray leaned in close, pushing Hawk and Ian back. “Don’t think. If you start thinking, you’ll get way too far into that head of yours. Just feel. Experience.”

My lungs burned as air filled them back up. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until it felt okay to let go.

Some simple foreplay had my body and mind more revved up than the best of orgasms sleeping with Marc. I hung my head for a moment and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, Gray was gone, and Ian reached up and brushed his lips across mine. “You’re doing great, babe. Keep it up and we’ll all get rewarded.”

I nodded and straddled Ian. Not once did he grunt or groan like I was squishing him.

He nipped my lip and butted my chin with his, encouraging me to lift my face, exposing my chest to Hawk. I did, and he delighted me with a rough scratch of his whiskers across my exposed neck and breasts, followed by the soothing caress of his tongue. Hawk stroked his cock in front of me and Ian lapped at my skin.

“Make her nice and wet for me, Ian. I want to be able to slide through those tits to her mouth.”

They were using me like some human sex toy made to increase the fun and pleasure of the blow job. Mierda. I was turned on by it. I stared up at Hawk and licked my lips.

“Good girl.”

As silly as the words were, I reveled in hearing them. But I couldn’t have them thinking I was a willing submissive. That didn’t suit my new chosen fuck-the-world lifestyle. “Not good. Never good.”

Hawk grabbed my hair and forced my gaze to his. “No, you’re not a good girl, are you? You’re our dirty girl.”

Yessssssssss. I didn’t say the word because I was too busy basking in the glow of my new-found wantonness. No one had ever called me a dirty girl before. I’d never been a sex object to anyone. Never thought I would be.

I loved it and never wanted to let that feeling go.

Hawk pushed my face down so that I had to tuck my chin flush against my chest. A horrible thought flitted through my mind that he’d be staring right at a double or triple chin. No. I wasn’t going there. Who fucking cared?

“Hold her tight,” he said and thrust into the tunnel of my cleavage.

The skin of his cock was taut, so I was surprised how soft it was against me. He pushed all the way through and I reached my tongue out to lick his head with each drive. His thrusts shortened and quickened, staying buried between my breasts. I raised my gaze to Hawk and saw both pleasure and pain on his features. It took my breath away.

“I’m going to come all over your face if you keep looking at me like that.” He punctuated the words with grunts.

I didn’t say a word, only challenged him with my eyes and opened my mouth wide. Hawk met the challenge with faster thrusts.

Ian moved beneath me. He began matching Hawk’s tempo, pushing his pelvis against me. I could feel his penis through the fabric of my wet panties. It hit me just right, sending zings through my core.

Gray wanted me close to coming, wanting me ready to beg. Hay, Dios Mio, I was there. “Yes, please. Please.”

The car came to a screeching stop. The three of us tumbled into the seats and each other. Face down in the carpet was no place for a good time. Now, vice versa was another story.

“What the fuck, man?” Hawk shouted toward the front seat.

I popped up just in time to see Grayson shove my phone into his pocket and say, “We’re here.”

He looked me in the face, that same tic in his jaw muscles. I so wanted to believe it was lust, but his eyes didn’t drop to my naked torso.

Hawk lifted me off Ian and moved me to the seat. I heard them clear their throats, and then I heard them get out of the car. Still, I couldn’t move or look away from Gray.

When they were gone, and it was only the two of us, then his gaze roamed my plundered body. I was naked from my stomach up and my skirt bunched around my waist. I’m sure I looked like a high school whore.

He narrowed his eyes and I felt the power of his domination fill the car, taking up all the space. “You’re fucking gorgeous like this, on edge and shameless.”

I wasn’t getting enough oxygen to my brain to comprehend what just happened. Surely stoic, sexy, Grayson Baker hadn’t admitted he was turned on by me.

The intensity of his stare bored into me like a laser. The heat from the lust behind those eyes all over my body. My limbs wouldn’t move, wouldn’t work at all. I became a statue, subjugated to the frank perusal of the artist, my master.

“I hated every second of those two having their hands on you, and I thought I would destroy the damn car when that tall bastard wanted to come on your face.”

Had I been misinterpreting everything all night? Probably. I was shit at this kind of stuff. Marc and Mindy’s betrayals proved I was not a good judge of character or clues or country club gossip.

If the dark color of his eyes were any indication, he enjoyed every second of staring at me. The frown said he hated that enjoyment.

He wanted me. But he didn’t want to want me.

Fantastic. Fucking fantastic.

“I’ll give you a minute to put yourself back together. If you’d like something else to wear once we’re up there, I can arrange for that. But you can also go naked.” He clenched his jaw again. “It’s your choice.”

What the fuck? Why couldn’t he say what was on his mind? He was very specifically saying he wanted me naked and then turning around in the same damn sentence and pretending he didn’t.

Damn right it was my choice. He may have this whole Dom thing going on, but I sure as shit never agreed to be his submissive. I didn’t even really know what that meant. In books, sure. In real life. Nada.

I was mad at him for putting me in this situation. Not with the guys and the camera. I was grateful for that. Why did he have to be such a pig-headed ass? A hot pig-headed ass, but one none the less. “Hurt much to say that?”

He scowled, and I told myself I didn’t care.

“Damn it. Don’t fucking push me away like one of your country club dickheads. I know what I’m doing here. You need this,” he pointed out the car door toward the guys and the front of his building, “more than my need to protect you or fuck you. Pull yourself together and go in there and get your brains screwed out.”

So many responses were coming from my body. It was shock and awe, the curling of my toes, the buzzing in my ears. Of course, he had a need to protect me. That was his job. But again, with the damn mixed messages. A need to fuck me and then telling me, all pissed off, to go get my brains screwed out.

I’d offered – no, begged him to take me to bed. He’d refused. There’d been a sexual tension building between us all night. I may not have understood that before, but it was diamond clear to me now.

I may be shit at romantic relationships, but at least I said what I meant. “You don’t really want me to do this, do you?”

He’d gone along with the bid to take me to that bar, and he’d agreed to make the recording for me. He’d hated every one of my requests all night, trying to get in the way.

If he did have feelings for me, this was a shitty way of showing it.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “What I want doesn’t matter right now. You need this. You’ve never gotten a chance to be you, now you can find out who you are and what you like. If this is what you like, well...”

I raised my eyes so he could see every expression, every sincerity written there. My next question was important, and I didn’t want to hear lies. I wanted to see and hear the truth. “Why can’t I do that with you?”

He took my face in his hands and brushed his lips across mine. It was nothing like when Ian had done the same. The taste of warmth and compassion, love and lust seeped into my mouth. I needed this man. The realization was like when you were looking for something that was right in front of you.

I needed and wanted Gray on a level way beyond friendship and even beyond sex. He saw me when no one else did.

He stared down at me, searching my eyes. “I won’t be your rebound.”

I swallowed the sweetly rancid burn bubbling up in my throat. The first move I made was to push his hands away. I grasped at the sweater pooled at my waist and yanked down my skirt. Only when I had myself covered did he break eye contact. He slid out the door and I sank back into the seat.

This whole night was a horrible combination of freedom, revenge, lust, and complete fuck-ups.

Men’s voices floated into the car, but my brain was too jumbled to process the words. I rubbed my arms with my hands, trying to get my blood flowing again so I could make my muscles work. Until then, I couldn’t fathom getting out of the car.

I closed my eyes and waited. For what I didn’t know. I felt the heat beside me and strong arms wrap me in their embrace.

“Hey, babe, come here.”

I leaned into Ian and breathed in his scent. It was some fancy expensive cologne, but what I wanted was the smell of soap, lust, and man. I wanted Gray.

I couldn’t have him. Yet.

So I’d take this sweet, sexy substitute.

Ian took my hand. “Come on, let’s go in and have some fun. Let us take care of you.”

Had he overheard that train wreck or was the punch-to-the-gut disappointment written on my features? I didn’t need someone to take care of me. But what else did I have at the moment?

“Yeah.” I pushed to imbue a lightness in my voice that wasn’t in my soul. “Let’s go.”