Page 38 of Upon Blooded Lips (Vengeance #1)

NATE

T he doors of Bean My Guest close behind Tessa, and I settle back against the leather, releasing a sigh while scanning the parking lot for any hint of a threat.

Eric leans over the seat, grabbing a folding laptop desk and his laptop from the back.

While he sets it up, I consider what Tessa said.

Am I really all that overbearing? Maybe I am, but it’s too ingrained in my psyche to change now.

She’ll just have to come to terms with it, like Eric has.

My phone rings, and I scoop it off the dash, my brows furrowing when I see who’s calling.

“Hey, Ryan.” Ryan Grant is the founder of the Charon Group, an organization based in Manhattan.

Made up of various teams, they do everything from rescuing the kidnapped and mercenary work to cyber crimes and orchestrating political coups.

They’re a one-stop shop on a scale far beyond anything Eric and I can accomplish with just the two of us, but that’s fine with me.

It’s a roaring trade, and there’s plenty of room for all of us.

We occasionally trade jobs or pass along ones better suited to the other and rely on each other for help when needed.

“Are you free to talk?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” The sound of a chair moving comes through the phone, and I stiffen as a whiff of foreboding settles over me.

“You asked me to contact you about Tessa Harrison?”

Eric’s head swivels, the conversation loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah?”

Ryan details what he’s discovered. God-fucking-dammit. Rage heats my blood, my fist clenching while I go over everything he’s just dumped on me.

“Nathaniel?”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” I snarl before sighing and scrubbing a hand over my face. “Sorry, man.”

“Don’t worry about it. What do you want me to do?”

“Accept it. I need them to believe you’re handling this. It will prevent them from going to someone else, and we don’t need an added unknown entity to worry about right now.”

“Sure thing.” He pauses, then asks, “Is everything okay?”

I blow out a breath and chuckle. “It will be. Can I count on you for a helping hand if things go south?”

“You’d do it for me, right?”

“Of course.”

“Then, yeah. Let me know.”

“Will do. And thanks, Ry.” We hang up, and I lean my head against the seat and close my eyes. Things are getting more complicated by the day. And why the fuck does it feel like another shoe is about to drop?

“You’re not going to tell her, are you?” Eric asks.

“Do you think we should?”

“Yes. I don’t like keeping secrets, Nate. Not between the three of us. It only ever leads to trouble.”

“I know. But how much more can she handle? Maybe we should figure out this stalker situation and take care of her father first. We have time.”

Eric turns away and stares out the window. “Fine. I get where you’re coming from. But let’s not wait too long, okay? She’s stronger than you think she is.”

Suitably chastised, I change the subject. “Don’t think I didn’t overhear the two of you earlier.”

A wide grin settles on his face. “You should have joined us.”

“Think she’s ready for that?”

Eric chuckles, sets his laptop on the dash, and turns to face me. “She mentioned free use.”

My mouth dries. “Free use? Really? Jesus.” I chuckle and shake my head. “She definitely knows what she wants, doesn’t she?”

Eric runs a hand up my thigh before squeezing my dick.

My breath catches in my throat at his touch, instantly growing hard.

He slides his hand under the elasticated waistband of my basketball shorts and slides them down.

My cock springs free, red and angry, bobbing toward Eric.

He licks his lips and wraps his hand around me, giving a light stroke.

My head falls back against the seat. Thank God for the tinted windows.

“I think all of us get off on that idea. Imagine Tessa chained to your bed, helpless and at your mercy. You can do whatever you want to her. I’ve even gagged her for you,” he whispers, speeding up his movements.

“She’s nervous, scared, not knowing what is going to happen when you walk into the room.

” My breath comes out in short pants, imagining the scenario.

Fuck, I can totally picture her there, her glorious hair spread out over the pillow, her nipples hard little peaks just begging to be suckled.

“Even though she’s scared, her pussy is wet.

She wants this. She wants you.” Eric leans over and licks the bead of precum off the tip.

“You climb on the bed, and her eyes go wild when she sees this monster cock of yours. She tries to kick you away.” Fuck.

Eric knows me too well. “But you grab her legs, forcing them open,” he says, pumping me harder, “and you revel in her squeals while ramming this gorgeous huge cock into that tight pink pussy, making her take all of it while you fuck her into the mattress.”

I grab his head, my fingers tangling in his dark curls, cutting off his words.

His gray eyes flash before I force his head down and ram my length down his throat.

A deep groan breaks free from me. Goddamn, his mouth was made for fucking—hot and wet, his tongue knowing just what to do to get me off.

He gags and slurps, his tongue twisting and stroking.

“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur, my eyes closed in ecstasy.

My cock pulses, and I come hard, making Eric gag around me as I flood his throat with my cum.

Then, because I’m a bastard, I throw my hips upward one last time, pinning his head to my stomach, forcing my full length down his throat and holding him there.

Not letting him breathe. Not letting him move.

Forcing him to tap my leg when he can’t hold out any longer.

I let go, and he pops off my dick, sucking in deep breaths of air. “Asshole.”

I chuckle and slam my lips down on his, tasting myself. God, I love this man. We break apart, resting our foreheads together for a moment before I tuck myself away. I’m about to return the favor when the back door flies open and Tessa jumps inside.

“What’s wrong?”

“We’re fucked,” she replies, handing me a card.

I snatch it from her, my stomach dropping. “Who the hell is Special Agent Susannah Gerhardt?”

Tessa’s throat works. “She cornered me in the bathroom. She… she recognized me, Nate. Gave me her card and told me to call if I need a friend.”

Eric whistles. “I’ll look into her. It’s a little weird, though, that she didn’t try to take you in. That seems off.”

I guess the other shoe just dropped.

Jesus fucking Christ.