Five Ways 'Til Sunday by Delilah Devlin Read Free Book Online

bustier. He tugged it down, exposing her breasts.
    Marti gulped, her eyes widened, but she held still. Jackson was right behind her. If this wasn’t according to his wishes, he would have to be the one to put a halt to it. With her breasts hanging out in the humid air, quivers of lust rippled right through her pussy.
    Gus’s large hands slipped under her breasts to cup them. The pads of his fingers plucked the pebbled nipples. “We’re improvisin’,” he said, his tone cheerful. “Your list was a little sparse. Romeo here,” he said, lifting his chin toward Jackson still standing in the door, “thought there ought to be some surprises. Tonight’s a two-fer.”
    “Jesus,” she whispered.
    Gus grinned. “Get back up on your knees. You’re gonna earn that two hundred bucks, sweetheart.”

Chapter Five
    Jackson waited patiently to see whether she’d comply. They’d kept her off-balance, on the defense. Her relentlessly smartass remarks were proof of how unsure she was, how vulnerable.
    His Marti was probably having second and third thoughts about going through with this but was too stubborn to cry uncle, and he wasn’t ready to let her off. She’d named the terms in her dirty little list. He’d make damn sure he didn’t leave her any wiggle room to say later that he hadn’t fulfilled the conditions.
    That didn’t mean he was happy about what Gus’s beefy mitts were feeling up. Or what they were about to “negotiate” for her to do.
    However, he tamped down any jealousy and reservations. Remembered it was all about pushing her to her limits—and letting her know he’d be there however far it went.
    In the meantime, he signaled for Mondo to turn off the spotlight. The cruiser pulled away, parking farther down the street to discourage any foot traffic.
    “Me an’ my buddy here wanna play a game,” Gus said in his best redneck accent. Not a stretch, given he’d been raised in the sticks of Arkansas before arriving in Memphis for high school. “We’ll make it worth your while, woman.”
    Jackson couldn’t see exactly what Gus was doing, but he guessed he was playing with her breasts by the way her back shivered. Marti’s nipples were extremely sensitive. He’d nearly gotten her off a time or two just sucking them.
    Her shoulders rose and fell quickly with her short breaths. “Just what do you boys have in mind?” she asked, thickening her own accent to a delicious, sugary drawl.
    Gus gave a grunting laugh. Without so much as a “by your leave,” he leaned back in his seat, unbuckled his belt and his trousers, then wrestled to push them down to his thighs.
    “Holy shit.”
    Marti’s awed whisper had Jackson’s jaw tightening so much he was surprised he didn’t pop a muscle. Gus was huge. Not something he hadn’t known, but fuck, he wasn’t prepared for his girl to get a glimpse.
    Sitting with his erection exposed, Gus gave himself a rub with his big, beefy hand. “All right, little lady. I’d like that smart mouth of yours to get to work.”
    Jackson bristled, cussing under his breath. Gus hadn’t been kidding about wanting to stuff her sassy mouth.
    Marti must have heard his curses, because her head half-turned his way. She lifted a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind an ear. “I don’t work without condoms,” she said primly.
    Gus’s mouth quirked up on one side. He fished into his pants pocket and retrieved a foil packet. While he cloaked himself, Jackson knelt on the seat behind Marti and moved in close to her back. He’d make damn sure she didn’t forget he was there too. He nuzzled into the corner of her neck. “Suck my buddy good, and I’ll let you come,” he whispered.
    He heard her gulp. Her face turned farther. She rubbed her cheek against his. “You can stop this any time you want,” she said just as softly.
    “Just get that butt up in the air,” he growled.
    Marti gave a short, sharp laugh, but bent and slipped off her shoes. Then without looking his way again,