Sacrifice by Lora Leigh

hopelessness blooming in her gaze. He propped his hands on his hips and
shook his head helplessly.
    He had learned patience while in
the service. Had learned to sit and wait for what he wanted, what he needed.
And though waiting on Kimberly went against every possessive instinct he had,
he would do it. But that didn’t mean he would watch her suffer.
    The sexual tension and anger raging
inside her was her own worse enemy. Even with her visits to The Club, she
hadn’t yet learned how to control that intensity and anger, or how to relieve
it.
    A smile crossed his lips as he
pulled his cell phone from his belt and hit the speed dial for The Club.
    “Let me talk to Ian,” he said
quietly when Thom came on the line.
    Ian Sinclair was the owner of The
Club. The inheritance had merely stroked the fires of the other man’s
sexuality. He was the perfect third for what Jared had in mind.
    “Jared, you’re slacking.” Ian’s
voice was rough, a deep lazy rumble that did nothing to disguise the powerful
enemy he could become.
    Jared snorted. “Not hardly. But
we’ll talk about that later. I need a favor.”
    “A favor?” Amusement crept into
Ian’s voice. “This sounds interesting.”
    “You have no idea,” he sighed. “I
need a third.”
    Silence filled the line then. It
was a well-established rule that Ian did not participate as a third. A first
perhaps, the dominance the other man possessed rarely allowed him to take a
backseat in anything.
    “Why?” he finally asked.
    Jared explained the situation
briefly, keeping his voice level, his driving need banked. But damn if Ian
wouldn’t be perfect to join him on this adventure into Kimberly’s sexuality. He
was restrained, perfectly in control, and despite appearances, a compassionate
man.
    Once again the other man was quiet.
Silence stretched between them for long minutes.
    “Son of a bitch,” he finally
muttered. “Remind me to back whoever’s running against the Senator in the next
election.”
    “Let’s keep politics out of it,”
Jared sighed. “Mother’s backing him so I don’t even want to think about losing
here.”
    Ian snarled. There was no other way
to describe the curse that sizzled across the lines.
    “Anal or oral sex is a very poor
second to the real thing, Jared,” he sighed.
    Jared knew that well. He was
walking around with a hard-on that would eventually kill him. No matter how
many times he took her ass or her sweet mouth, he knew he would never know real
satisfaction until he managed to fuck her hot little pussy.
    “It’s her only option right now,
Ian,” he growled.
    “So let me get this straight,” he
sighed. “No vaginal, period. You know, don’t you, that we’re both going to have
a case of blue balls from leaving that pretty little cunt untouched.”
    Jared grinned. “Yeah, that pretty
much describes it. Come on, Ian, you can get your rocks off anytime. This is
Kimber we’re talking about. She needs this.”
    She was a member of The Club, and a
woman, and that gave her a certain standing with Ian. It meant he had
personally selected, invited and approved her. He likely knew more about the
situation than even Jared did.
    “Why did I know this call was
coming?” he finally asked Jared with a thick vein of amusement. “How will you
get rid of the bodyguards? The bedroom is the wrong place for this, Jared. If
you’re going for intensity, you’re going to have to add that extra level of
danger for her while keeping her in the security of your home. Otherwise, I
would suggest bringing her here to The Club.”
    “No. We’ll use the living room
here.” Jared shook his head at the alternative. “I have a few of the men from
my old team here. We’ll arrange the particulars, you just be here.”
    “Blindfold her, it will roughen the
edges of her security.” Ian’s voice deepened further, indicative of his
interest and arousal. “I’ll be there at ten.”
    Jared’s cock jerked in the
confinement of his jeans. Ian had