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  Brian Barrington and Dominic climbed out of the ring and headed for the locker rooms. She watched them go, her mind reeling, flustered, and still admiring both men’s broad, muscular backs and those asses…as her friend Cindy always said: “Dayumn.”

  She took a seat on the bleachers before she fell over. This was going to be a long, crazy night. She just had to survive it in one piece. But she had a feeling that dealing with the gorgeous Mr. Barrington was going to be more of a challenge then she wanted to admit.

  Five minutes later, Ruth was squirming as she sat on the hard bench. She was still sopping wet, but the needy ache in her pussy had only deepened. She had never been this level of turned-on by men battling each other before, but watching these two go at it had jacked her internal temperatures into full boil. She squeezed her legs together, trying not to gently rub herself against the metal seat to ease some of the erotic tension that had her wound tight.

  On top of the fact that they were gorgeous, the two men seemed fun enough, down to earth. She drove a lot of VIP people around the city. Many of them simply ignored her for the night, except to give her instructions, and that was perfectly fine. She was being paid to make their time in the New York City nightlife as easy and enjoyable as possible. It was her job, and she was good at it. But these two had interacted with her with such ease, so offhand it was as if the three of them had known each other for years. And it didn’t even matter that they were jaw-droppingly sexy. All the worry she’d felt earlier while searching for the gym in this rough part of town had vanished. That didn’t mean she was resting easy though. She was still so turned on it was as if her blood was ten degrees hotter than normal and she was ready to do anything to satiate that lust-heavy ache in her core.

  She glanced at the locker room door again. It was easy to imagine the two of them in there. In the showers. All that water spraying down on their hard bodies…

  A different man came out of the locker room and glanced around the gym. He met her gaze and smiled and started toward her. He was dressed in sweats and a muscle shirt, brown hair, athletic build, handsome, but nothing to compare to those two male gods she’d just watched battle it out. She stood when he approached her and smoothed her uniform, waiting for him to speak since he was clearly coming over to tell her something.

  “Brian and Dominic wanted me to give you a message,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

  “Yes?” She felt her heart rate speed up. What was it with her tonight? Why was her body on such a sexual hair-trigger?

  “They want to head out the back door to avoid any press or whatever.”

  She hesitated. She certainly hadn’t noticed any press or paparazzi hanging around on that rundown street. “The back door is through the locker room?”

  “Yeah. Brian had an exit made. Weird, right? You know, the lifestyle of the filthy famous and absolutely rich. He doesn’t want any paparazzi filming him with his hair sweaty.” He shrugged. “And since he owns this gym…”

  Ruth nodded. She had plenty of experience avoiding paparazzi. In fact, dispatch would often give her a heads up on routes or entrances to avoid so the client didn’t have to deal with the photographers or media hounds. And Brian Barrington owning this gym certainly explained why she was picking him up here.

  “Okay,” she said carefully. “Thank you for letting me know. I’ll bring the car around…”

  He grinned wider. “Brian wants you to go on through into the locker room. No one else is in there, so you don’t have to worry. He has his own private changing area in the back. Exclusive, you know.” The man winked. “But like I said, don’t worry, they’re both decent. He said to head on back because it would be easier that way.”

  Ruth hesitated. But VIP clients often asked her to do all kinds of things. Once she’d had to haul a horse costume up an elevator in the Bryant Park Hotel for a client—and to this day, she wasn’t sure about the reason why. So she headed to the locker room door…and paused again with her hand resting on the knob. She glanced over her shoulder uncertainly. The man who’d given her the message wasn’t even looking her way anymore. He was working out on one of the heavy bags with his back to her. That convinced her. If he was playing a prank or yanking her chain, he’d be watching for her reaction.

  She should wait, at least until Mr. Barrington appeared to give her the instructions himself. And yet…what if she accidentally caught a glimpse of either of those two men naked? The possibility sent a lightning bolt thrill through her. Well, they had asked to head back there. And she needed to know if they wanted her to bring the limo around to the rear of the gym. There had to be an alley access if he had a back door out there, right?

  Squaring her shoulders, she turned the knob and entered the men’s locker room. Her heart was beating so hard that she thought it might just shake her body apart. Steady, girl. She forced herself to take slow breaths. The locker room smelled of cement and sweat. The air inside was humid. There was an L-shaped, tiled entry to give privacy to the rest of the locker room. She poked her head around the corner, her mouth suddenly dry.

  The inner area was filled with blue lockers and long wooden benches. There were duffel bags shoved into some of the lockers. Stray shirts. Some random weights. Trash cans. Deodorant. But no sign of her client or his sparring partner. She tentatively called out, “Mr. Barrington?”

  There was no answer.

  She swallowed and walked even farther into the gym. As she rounded the end of the lockers, she spotted the door she thought might be the one the man had spoken about. It was a swinging door, but had the word PRIVATE on the outside. Ruth hesitated again, listening for any sounds from behind the door and failing to hear anything. Maybe she was all worked up about nothing. After all, the guy they’d sent had told her to head inside and meet them here. She settled her hand on the smooth wooden door and gently pushed. The door swung open and she leaned inside the room.

  The first thing she heard was a deep groan of pleasure. The sound was so intense it seemed to echo in her marrow and caused her slick pussy to flood with new wetness. She licked her lips and turned toward the erotic sound, only able the think about how she should’ve waited and listened for ten more seconds before barging in and now…

  And now she sucked in breath.

  Mr. Brian Barrington was completely naked. He sat on the wooden bench in what looked to be a steam room or sauna area at the far end of the room, leaning his muscular frame against the white tile walls, his head thrown back, and his eyes closed in pleasure. Kneeling in front of him, settled between his legs, was a very naked Dominic, turned slightly in her direction so she could see his broad back, perfect, tight ass, and part of the side profile of his face.

  In addition to both men being stunningly beautiful without clothes, Dominic had his perfect mouth wrapped around Brian’s long, hard cock. As she watched, unable to breathe, he slowly worked his mouth up and down Brian’s shaft. His hand gripped Brian’s cock at the base as he bobbed down on him. Every so often, at the top of his stroke, he would pause and flick his tongue across the cockhead and the slit before taking the shaft back into his mouth and deep into his throat.

  She was so staggered she almost fell over. Had they expected her to find them like this? No, because clearly they were completely lost in each other, given over to their pleasure, and in another world entirely. The man who’d told her to come inside might have played a trick on her, but if she kept quiet and backed away slowly, they never needed to know she had seen them.

  Except her legs wouldn’t move.

  Except she was so turned on that her panties were soaking wet with her own juices.

  Except this was one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed in her entire life.

  Her hand moved of its own accord and slipped open the top button of her slacks, edging the zipper down. Her naughty hand slipped past her waistband, pushing aside her panties, and her fingers dipped into her slick folds. She shuddered at the incredible sensations. She traced her fingers up
her pussy lips and circled her clit and then slid them lower again to find her wet warmth. Her knees were weak, and she leaned against the door frame, barely daring to breathe as her body came alive with pleasure and lust.

  Neither man noticed her. They were too lost in their lovemaking. She locked her eyes on Dominic’s mouth as it stretched around Brian’s cock, as he left the man’s shaft glistening wet with his saliva, and she timed her own strokes to match the movement of Dominic’s head.

  She had no idea how much time passed. Dominic began to work his mouth faster and faster on Brian’s cock. Her fingers stroked faster and faster to keep time with him as her pleasure built, and as that orgasm wave crested. Brian Barrington was groaning with one hand buried in Dominic’s dark hair, clenched there, and his head back, eyes closed, mouth open. Moaning softly.

  She came first. Her orgasm ambushed her. Exploded through her. Her knees buckled, and she sagged against the door and had to catch herself from falling into the room. A second later, Brian cried out and thrashed as he came. Dominic kept working his mouth on him, swallowing down the other man’s hot cum as Brian lost himself in his orgasm. A helpless moan escaped her lips at the sight of them at the most intimate of moments.

  Her client, billionaire Brian Barrington, opened his eyes and looked right at her.

  She jerked backward, dodging away from the door, which swung shut on her. She was stumbling back into the main locker room area when she realized she still had her hand in her pants. She yanked her hand free but nearly fell over when her pants slid down her thighs. The scent of her own arousal filled her nose. Her fingers were soaked. Her panties were soaked. And here she was staggering through the men’s locker room while trying to yank her black slacks back into place.

  Could anything else go wrong?

  Ruth staggered her way to the door just as she succeeded in getting her pants back up and buttoned. Behind her, she thought she heard men’s voices talking low, but she didn’t stop. She shoved her way back out into the main gym, breathing hard, feeling like she’d just escaped the lion’s den.

  That asshole who had tricked her into going inside the locker room was watching her, as were a handful of other guys. They were all doubled over with laughter. She felt her face go bright red. She knew how badly and easily she blushed, and besides that, her skin felt about a thousand degrees hot. She kept her chin high and walked slowly, with all the dignity she could muster, to the front door and left. The door swooshed shut on the men’s laughter, but she didn’t give them the satisfaction of either curses or her attention.

  Her hands were shaking badly though, and her thigh muscles were trembling, as if she’d run eight miles on her treadmill. Her stomach clenched and twisted with dread inside her. She managed to unlock the limo and practically fell into the driver’s seat.

  Oh god, she was in so much trouble.

  She was a peeping tom. She had been caught spying on a client in flagrante delicto. She might as well drive the limo into the harbor now, because it was all over.

  If Brian—if Mr. Barrington—complained, she would lose her job for sure. And she desperately needed this job just to pay the rent on her crappy little apartment in the Bronx, much less to save up for NYU tuition. If she lost this job, she might as well kiss her dreams of a degree at NYU and a future in business good-bye forever. All because she had been too horny to keep herself from intruding. All because she’d turned out to be some pervert voyeur. What was wrong with her?

  Ah, but those two men had been beautiful together. First, competing against each other in that raw struggle, that no-holds-barred combat. Then, loving one another, touching each other, the unabashed eroticism of a fellatio, with one man kneeling before the other as if offering a gift of pleasure…

  She shook her head and slammed her hand down on the steering wheel.

  She needed to get a grip. Right. Now.

  There had to be some way out of this… Right?

  CHAPTER TWO

  Brian finished lathering himself up with soap and took a moment to let the hot water spray cover him. He stood on his tiptoes and stretched, working out some of the stiffness in his muscles. The hot water helped. Dominic’s mouth on his cock and teasing an orgasm from him had also helped fill him with a warm, sated feeling.

  He smiled, keeping his eyes closed as the water sprayed his face, vividly remembering the sight he’d been treated to when he’d opened his eyes only a few minutes ago. That beautiful, curvy chauffer looking so crisp and classy in her uniform had captured his attention from the moment he’d seen her ringside. At that moan she’d made… Damn. Her moan, so sexy, so full of bliss, had finally made him open his eyes to watch the pleasure of her orgasm still reflected in her blue eyes. He’d known all along that she was there, of course. He was a werewolf. He’d scented her right away, especially the heady musk of her arousal. He’d heard her rapid breathing, the fast beat of her heart. He’d known. His best friend and lover Dominic Carrara had known she was there as well. They hadn’t cared. He was a bit of an exhibitionist, admittedly. But there was nothing wrong with the act of love. He was never ashamed. If what that pretty limo driver had seen had turned her on, then more power to her. She was more than welcome to share in their pleasure.

  The world needed more pleasure.

  “You fall asleep in there?” Dominic said from beside him and slapped him on the ass. His hand made a meaty smack when it impacted his butt cheek.

  “Careful,” Brian said, wiping the water out of his face and smirking. “You might break your hand on my glutes of steel.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. Meanwhile, you should hurry the hell up. Our ride is waiting.”

  He nodded and turned off the water. His feet slapped on the cold tile as he made his way back to his locker and dried off. Dominic wore a towel around his waist and leaned against the lockers with his arms folded across his chest, his muscles bulging. He looked Brian up and down and grinned.

  “You’re a pretty sight.” He reached down and grabbed his crotch. “When do I get to have some fun?”

  Brian yanked on his boxers. “I’ll take care of you later.”

  “That a promise?”

  “That’s a threat and a promise,” Brian quipped. “So prepare yourself.”

  Dominic laughed. Together they finished drying off and getting dressed. Brian wore a Brioni suit and Gucci dress shoes. Not his most expensive threads ever, but certainly more than respectable for a Friday night out on the prowl in New York City. Dominic wore a dark Armani suit that Brian had picked out for him. As Brian’s personal trainer, the man had to look good. Besides, Brian loved showering his friend with gifts. Clothes. Cars. Collectible ancient swords and weapons. As much money as Brian had, he loved to give it away, doing nice things for people. Giving back to the world. Dominic thought he was a little nuts, but thank God, he could afford to be nuts.

  He finished straightening his tie in the cracked mirror and smoothed back his hair. He owned Triago Mixed Martial Arts Gym, and although he could’ve easily dumped a million into it and made it a high tech fitness and training facility, he kept it gritty and looking well-used for a reason. He wanted it to be a safe place in the neighborhood boys could go to exercise and train without it being too expensive or out-of-place for this part of town. The gym was what it was—simple as that. He liked it because it wasn’t pretentious.

  Dominic came over and slapped a hand on his shoulder. “So. Let’s talk about the elephant in the room. By that, I mean what just happened.”

  “Elephant in the room?” Brian asked with a snort. “Is that a shifter joke, or are you calling me out for that last box of donuts?”

  “You’re an ass, you realize that?”

  “Bad ass, you mean.”

  Dominic laughed. “Okay. Just remember who dropped you to the mat earlier tonight.”

  “You got lucky I was distracted by the lovely chauffer.” He growled with appreciation. “She has about the sweetest eyes on a human I’ve ever seen.”

/>   “She’s completely your type,” Dominic said with a sly grin. “You love those curvy types with the innocent blue eyes.” He sighed appreciatively. “I just love the curvy ones, with or without that apple pie, country-fed innocence.”

  That was true as could be. Both of them preferred women with a little heft, a bit of solidity. He liked to be able to grab them, to hold them, to fuck them and not worry about some stick-thin model type being hurt if he got a little carried away. He’d never hurt anyone, but because he was a werewolf and so strong, he simply gravitated to those ladies with a heftier frame who wouldn’t wilt in his embrace. In their embrace, he should say, since he and Dominic often shared lovers if the woman was open to it.

  All the same, Brian elbowed Dominic in the side hard enough to earn a grunt. “You love the Rubenesque ladies as much as I do.”

  “You get that ten-cent word from your Word of the Day phone app? No wonder I always kick your ass.” He snorted and then seemed to lose himself in thought. “Now that you mention it, I love all the ladies. I guess it was a good thing you left me horny.”

  “I’ll take care of you later, you whiny bitch. You owed me that blowjob for your cheap shot earlier.”

  “Whatever helps you get through the night,” Dominic replied, raising his guard and taking a swing at him. Brian blocked, moved in and shoved his weight into the other man, driving him back into the wall, seeming to shake the building with their hit. Then he captured the other man’s mouth in his own and locked him in a passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled. He could feel the steel-hard length of Dominic’s cock pressing against him. He ground his own hardening cock against the other man’s dick. For a long, sensual moment they stayed like that, their tongues tasting one another, their cocks rubbing against each other through the material of their suit trousers.