Stealing His Thunder (Masters of Adrenaline 1)

“And so responsive,” he rasped. “What I wouldn’t give to tie you up and find out how loud you’d scream for me.”

She choked, tensing against the press of his body, already on the brink. His finger slid into her, and his thumb stroked her clit. If he hadn’t been holding her up, she’d have fallen by now. Her head rolled to the side and he took the opportunity to nip at her throat.

“Damn,” someone said from behind Fox. “You found someone to play with already?”

Abruptly, Fox pulled away, leaving her on the edge. Fuck, she could kill their interloper. Her body was too needy to worry about pretenses. Fox seemed to sense that and subtly straightened her skirt for her. He turned toward the man but continued to use his body to protect her from onlookers.

“This is Addison,” he said, evenly. “The girl I was telling you about.”

Her pussy was bitching about the interruption, but this guy didn’t look like he planned on leaving anytime soon. She grumbled. All she needed was two seconds alone with her “lipstick tube” to fix her predicament and she’d be much more able to concentrate on the conversation. But if this was one of Fox’s business associates, she didn’t want to give the impression she was just one of Fox’s conquests.

“Ohhh.” Trying to sidestep Fox, the man looked her over then smiled. “The one from the basement?”

He’d told him about that?

“Yes,” Fox answered, leveling his friend with a glare. “Addison, this is my cousin Luke.”

Luke smiled at her, flashing his dimples. Unlike Fox, he seemed charming. They didn’t look much alike ot

her than their builds. Luke had a dark Mohawk, shorter than Fox’s, and a clean-shaven face. They both had strong bone structure, but Fox’s features were sharper. Fox looked meaner, by far, even though they were equally tattooed.

“Come sit with us, Addison,” Luke said. “I hear we have a lot in common.” His voice was teasing and made her wonder just what, exactly, Fox had told them.

Fox groaned loudly.

She stepped around him and followed Luke to one of the patio couches, smirking back at Fox, just to annoy him. He’d made her needy, so he deserved it. With shaky legs, she did her best to walk with confidence, even though her mind kept playing through a scenario where Fox bent her over the half wall they’d just left and shoved his cock into her. Was he the kind of guy who liked to bite during sex? Fuck, she hoped so.

When they reached a set of furniture arranged in a circle, Fox made sure to steer her to sit on the couch next to him. Luke took the love seat, and another man strolled up behind Luke then sat in the extra chair.

“Great,” Fox rumbled. “The whole gang is here.”

Ignoring him, Luke gestured toward the newcomer. “This is Atlas.”

She gave him a shaky smile and he nodded.

“Atlas and Fox are brothers,” Luke explained.

That she could see. They had matching blondish-red hair, though Atlas’s was a little lighter and styled in a neat buzz cut. Atlas was also so heavily muscled she was pretty sure the man should have a warning label. The three were dressed business casual, with their button-down shirtsleeves rolled up. Luke had tattoos creeping up his neck and down his arms, like Fox. But Atlas’s skin was strangely bare—at least as far as she could tell. His demeanor was the opposite of Luke’s. Instead of a wide smile and expressive eyes, he was stoic and closed off.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Luke asked her.

She looked at Fox but he averted his gaze. “Sure.” She gave Luke a flirty smile. “At least someone likes me.”

“He just wants to get in your pants,” Fox said.

That spot had already been taken. A few minutes ago. By his fingers. She squirmed a little, her clit still throbbing. Could she lure him back to her apartment to fuck him? Something told her he wasn’t the type who could be bossed around.

“Tell your cousin he should let me join your group,” she said to Luke, hoping if she won one of them over, they would convince Fox.

“We don’t let people in that easily.” Atlas cut her with a glare.

Luke shrugged then motioned for the waiter. “She did a good job tailing Fox.”

“I didn’t notice you following me,” Fox said, narrowing his eyes at her. “How did you know I was here?”

She considered lying but then thought it might be good for him to know what she was capable of. Plus, she couldn’t think of an excuse fast enough. “I, uh, put a tracking device on your car the other day.”

Watching her, he pressed his lips together. Then he shook his head and chuckled. “You little shit.”