“Oh my fucking God…both of them? Sadie, that’s so unlike you,” Vivian sympathized as Sadie nodded with a frown. “They’re gorgeous, though. If I wasn’t engaged, I might be a little jealous.” Vivian smiled since they both knew her soon-to-be husband was a handsome man that she was crazy about. “Who would you pick if you had to?”
“I don’t know,” Sadie admitted as she looked at Vivian. “They’re opposites, but I like both of them.”
“Ride it out. Hell, fuck the ever loving hell out of both of those men. You deserve it for so many reasons.” Vivian was no stranger to the way most men were towards her friend and called all of them stuck up assholes that didn’t know what they were missing.
“I guess. It just feels so…taboo. Something like that.” Sadie had mused before she shook her head. The girls talked for a bit longer before Vivian went back to the gallery and Sadie got some writing done until her phone rang later that night.
It was Jacob. He asked her to dinner, and Sadie accepted before she finished up her article and checked it before sending it to her client. She dressed in a dark purple dress that clung to her curves and some black heels with dark liner and nude pink lips. She walked out to the curb to find Jacob walking towards her as a smile crossed his face. “You look gorgeous.” He kissed her softly and led her to a car that rivaled Brent’s, where he opened the door for her.
Dinner that night was a steak and seafood place where she found herself enjoying it as much as she had the lunch date. They were different men, but a part of her was beginning to care deeply for them both. He bought the best wine in the place and allowed her to drink to her heart’s delight before they left and they headed the opposite direction of her apartment. “Where are we going?”
“My apartment, if that’s okay. I want you to see it.”
Sadie smiled as they pulled into a garage and wondered where Brent lived. Was it close to here and would she ever see his place? Jacob got out and opened her door, leading her by the hand to an elevator. It took them to the twentieth floor into a luxurious hallway where he unlocked an enormous white door and pushed it open. The apartment reminded her of the hotel room with a spacious living room and a marble fireplace with an equally beautiful kitchen that she could see a part of from the foyer. She watched as Jacob slipped off her jacket and set it on the chair before he turned towards her. “I’ve been thinking about you since we all left the hotel.” Jacob stepped forward and cupped her face with his hands. He leaned down to kiss her as she parted her lips in anticipation and slipped hers around his neck. Their desire was slow but very steady, and Sadie moaned into his mouth as he lifted her and pressed her against the wall.
She was tugging at his clothes after she lifted her dress over her head and Jacob let his pants slip down his legs as his cock sprung out. He ripped off her satin thong and fingered her clit before he pulled her to the bedroom and reached into a drawer on the nightstand.
Jacob pushed her onto the bed and spread her thighs apart with his knees as he rolled the condom over himself. They hadn’t done a lot of foreplay this time, but he didn’t need it as he slid easily inside of her. She grunted as she wrapped her legs around him and scraped her nails down his chest. Sadie arched her back as he held her still and drove himself into her over and over until she was gurgling his name in a volatile release as his fingers dug into her hips.
He dropped over her for a long kiss before he pulled out slowly and she tasted the sweat above his lip. “Fuck if I don’t crave your body all of the time, Sadie. I knew that night that you were something to hold onto and when Brent got involved…I went with it because he’s like a brother to me.” She felt her heart drop. “Not that it wasn’t hot watching you with him, but this is nice. Just us.”
“Yeah.” She replied as his hand slid down her body and found her clit with his finger. They were soon headed into the rabbit hole as he made her come with his finger and hand before asking her to ride him hard so he could watch her tits bounce. Sadie fell asleep there, and they dressed hurriedly in the morning so he could get to work and she could do a conference call with a new client.
The kiss that he gave her before she slipped out of the car made her lips tingle, and Sadie stared into his eyes before she got out on her own. She walked to her apartment slowly as she realized that she cared deeply for both Brent and Jacob.
The next time she went out, Sadie saw them both. They ordered Thai in and spent the night at Brent’s apartment eating and fooling around on the couch. Sadie found it to be more casual than Jacob’s with a hint of a beach theme, but the bedroom was just the same as both of the men took turns tasting her and biting at her nipples before they filled her pussy and mouth. She felt fulfilled as she was coming around Jacob and swallowing Brent, her body taking the beating that she loved and craved. She cuddled close to both of them as they fell into a silence and Sadie fell asleep harder than she had since the hotel.
They continued this way for a few months, mixing it up with just one man and sometimes the three of them. It was hot as ever, but Sadie noticed three months later that she was seeing them alone. Both seemed stressed and tense even as they fucked her in their beds but there was no mention of the other guy. She also knew that she was falling in love with both of them, more and more with every night that she spent with Jacob or Brent. Sadie could see the look in their eyes sometimes when she met their gaze, and she almost said it, but something held her back.
Society told her that it was wrong. The looks that she got from people that knew her from the auction made her ashamed of what she was doing. Vivian had to fire her assistant for gossiping about Sadie and the guys and wasn’t kind about it as she screamed at her staff to keep their mouths shut. It was uncomfortable for Sadie in many ways, and she considered just ending things and finding a man that she could just love for who he was without complication.
The night that she realized something was terribly wrong was a night with Brent. He was the easygoing one, pleasant compared to Jacob at times. This particular night, he’d taken her to a cute place for dinner but was sullen throughout the meal and afterward took her to his apartment. There was no kindness, no affection. He fucked her like he always did, but this was angry, and she sensed that he was troubled by the whole situation as she looked into his face after they collapsed on the mattress. “What was that? What’s going on with you and Jacob? You’re both being assholes these days.”
Brent looked shocked since she rarely used that kind of language before he ran a hand through his messy hair. “We’re not speaking too much right now outside of work, and even that’s touchy on most days. We both…we both fell in love with you and being together as a threesome is too much for us. I think it’s also too much sharing you now. We never meant for this to happen that night with the auction.”
“Oh,” Sadie said as she stood and started to dress. Brent watched her quietly. “Maybe it’s best if we just end it then. You have been friends forever, and I don’t want to break that.” Her voice was shaking from the tears forming in her eyes and she stared at the floor. She was madly in love with both of them and hated what was happening, but she couldn’t stay here. Not tonight and not anymore. Sadie looked back at Brent on the bed, perfectly toned from what she assumed was additional exercise to work out the stress and gorgeous to look at. She wished that it was just lust. Sadie whispered goodbye and walked out to get her purse before she got a car on her phone.
CHAPTER 6
Sadie didn’t contact them, and they remained quiet for the next week. Her heart ached over the loss, but her body missed them as well. She found herself tossing and turning at night alone in her bed, not sleeping as she tried to make herself come with her hand and the toys that she’d purchased recently. She needed to feel like she did with Brent and Jacob but the releases that she gave herself were so understated compared to what she was used to. Still, she tried. Sadie masturbated in the shower, in her bed and anywhere in the house just to try and fill her needs.
Vivian stared at her over lunch one day with worried eyes. “You look miserable, Sade.” They were supposed to be going over details for the wedding rehearsal, but Sadie was tired and grumpy, much like every day.
“I just…miss them. I miss both of them. I wish that I could pick one over the other or even just blend them into the perfect man, but I can’t.” Vivian knew about what had happened, and she took a bite of her salad and chewed thoughtfully for a moment.
“So go to them. Throw all of this out there and just set things straight. It’s not the norm to be with two men, not even here in the city. You’ve just looked so terrible for these past few days, and I think you know what you need as much as I do.” Vivian told her with a serious face. “Fuck the gossip. Fuck everybody. Just live your life and make yourself happy.”
“Yeah?” Sadie asked and watched her best friend nod fiercely.
“Hell, yes.”
They planned over the rest of the meal and even did a little shopping. Sadie woke up the following morning and put on the new red dress over a black garter belt and matching bra after she applied her makeup to perfection. She wanted to wow the men and fix everything that had gone wrong. Sadie slipped her feet into heels and walked out to her car before she looked up the address of their building.
She had taken a deep breath before she pulled out into traffic. The robotic voice told her where to turn as Sadie followed the directions and found a garage to park in. Sadie looked at herself in the car mirror and ran a hand through her curls before she got out and walked to the intersection to cross the street. There was a catcall from a window, and Sadie made eye contact with a young black man as he gave her a thumbs up sign before driving through the light.
That made her feel good.
Sadie walked into the massive building and looked around the impressive lobby that was all windows and couches and chairs surrounding a prominent marble desk located against the wall with two women sitting behind it and assisting people. A tiny little brunette looked at her and asked if she could help her as Sadie cleared her throat. “I am here to see Brent or Jacob. No, both.”
“Do you have an appointment?” Her voice was snotty, and Sadie stared at her for a long moment.
“Can you give me a name?”
“Sadie Jamison. No appointment,” Sadie replied slowly as the receptionist’s eyes darkened.
“You’re the bitch from the auction. They’ve been difficult since then, and it’s your fault. What are you doing here?” Sadie widened her eyes at the question as the blonde looked over at her and gasped.
“Josie, stop it.”
“You know I’m right, Maddie. I don’t think I should let you back there.” Josie told her, and Sadie felt her skin flushing red.
“Screw you. I am going to talk to them. Where are they, Maddie?” Sadie asked as she stared at the blonde with a dark expression.
“Seventh floor. The elevator is to your right,” Maddie told her quickly as her coworker glared at her. “Go right past the desk and their offices are side by side at the end of the hall.”
“What are you doing?” Sadie heard Josie hiss as Sadie walked away towards the bank of elevators.
“They have been so unhappy. Let them have a chance to get what they want.”
Sadie thought about the words as she walked and realized that she'd caused the rift between them and ruined their friendship. A part of her wanted to turn and leave and not see them, though Sadie reminded herself how much she loved them and that she was here to try and save things between all of them. She would always regret it if she didn't try far more than if she walked away now without trying anything at all. She knew that she wanted Brent and Jacob more than she'd ever wanted anyone before in her entire life. They were worth fighting for.
Sadie pushed the button and waited for a door to slide open before she stepped on and pushed the button for floor seven. It was beautiful inside with a mirrored ceiling and plush burgundy carpeted floors, and she looked up as she imagined getting taken in here by her men. Sadie felt her clit start throbbing and she let out a trembling sigh. She waited for the ride to end, and when the doors opened again, it seemed like hours later.
Sadie walked out and noted where the desk was before she walked forward. “Can I help you? Ma’am? Who are you here to see?” The nasal voice of the woman there followed her as Sadie strode down to the end of the hall where there were two doors, and she looked blindly between them before she opened Brent’s and walked inside.
“What are you doing here?” He stared at her for a moment before standing and walking around the desk. “I thought you decided that you wanted out. I thought we were over.” Brent’s hands found her face as he claimed her lips in a demanding kiss that she had to fight herself to stop.
“I want to see Jacob in here. I want you together.” Sadie demanded as he stared at her in disbelief.
“Why? Do you want him instead?” Brent asked her as he tried to kiss her again.
“I need to talk to both of you,” Sadie demanded as she stepped back and took deep breaths to regain her composure. “Now, Brent.”
He dropped his hands and walked around the desk before picking up the phone. “I need you in here.” There were none of the comfortable jokings that Sadie loved running between them, and it was tense and ugly. “He’s coming.” Brent stared at her like a starving man that needed food, his eyes dragging down her body slowly as he took her in.
“Good,” Sadie told him in a shaking voice as she looked slowly around the office. It was spacious with a large leather couch against the back wall and even a small kitchen to the left of the door. There was even a television against the wall where Brent could watch something while he worked at his massive black desk. She could see that they ran a successful company just from the office alone, without all of the papers spread out on top of the desk and a sided table as well. Just being near him, smelling him, made her shake, and she looked back into Brent’s darkening blue eyes. The door opened, and she shook with the noise as well as the scent of Jacob behind her.
“What do you-” Jacob’s cold voice stopped as she felt his eyes roving over her. “Sadie. What are you doing here?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and turned to face him. “I need to speak to both of you.” A tear slid down her cheek as she pressed her hands against the soft cotton of her dress before she licked her lips.
He watched every move with a riveted gaze as she took in the circles under his eyes and the light scruff on his chin, something that Brent was sporting as well. “About what? I thought that you were moving on since I haven’t heard from you.”
“I know what this was doing to you. I know what both of you were going through.” Sadie admitted as he looked down at the floor. She stepped forward. “I know this isn’t what people do. I know that the three of us is a crazy idea, but I’m in love with both of you. I can’t live without you.”
“What?” Brent asked in a hoarse voice from behind her. Sadie spun around to look in his eyes. “I told you that we can’t do this any longer, not that way.”
“I can’t choose. I love you.” Sadie stepped forward and kissed him as she clutched his face tightly between her hands. “I need you.” Brent responded to her kiss as his tongue slipped between her lips and she moaned. Sadie forced herself to pull away before she turned and walked over to Jacob. He looked doubtful as she approached him and Sadie traced a hand over the smooth fabric of his white shirt to feel his muscles underneath. “I love you, Jacob. I love the way that you’re looking at me right now and I need you.” She leaned up to kiss him and breathed deeply as his lips molded against hers.
Sadie stepped back and looked at the floor before she raised her gaze to look at both of the men. She reached into her small purse and pulled out her phone to find the music app on the screen before she pressed play. Sadie tossed both on the sofa softly before she pressed her back to the wall and ran her hands over her body with her eyes closed.
The pole dancing classes that Vivian bought them as a goof were going to pay off and Sadie cracked her eyes open to see them staring at her from their same places on the floor. She slid forward on her black stilettos and swayed her hips before she traced Jacob’s face with her fingers and down his body to find him hard for her. Sadie gripped his cock through his pants before she moved over to Brent and pressed her body against his back as she slid a hand through his hair and over his neck.
Sadie took that moment to untie the string that held the wrap on and let it slide open before she stepped out and let it drop to the floor. Everything that she wore underneath was sheer and the thong left little to the imagination. Sadie cupped her breasts through the lace and hardened her nipples with small tugs as each man took a step forward.
She really wanted a pole as she spun around and opened the clasp at the front of her bra before she let it slide down her shoulders. Sadie turned around and tossed it their way before Brent tugged off his tie and pulled it tight in his hands. She felt her nipples between her hands again and moaned as they cried out for the attention of the two men that were watching her. Sadie dropped to the floor carefully and spread her legs as she stared up at them before sliding her hand over her pussy. Sadie stroked herself to the slow beat of the song and slid two fingers inside as she pushed herself back to the couch across the cool, smooth hardwood. Once she felt the leather against her skin, Sadie leaned back and started fucking herself with slow deep strokes as she heard heavy breathing in the air.
This was so needy, but she felt good with them watching what she’d done since walking away from them. Sadie wept as she brought herself closer to an orgasm, heady from the feeling of their presence and the way that they were watching her as she gazed at them with hooded eyes. “I do this every night thinking of you both. I want to be in your bed every day and feel you inside of my pussy, my mouth…my ass.” That was something that they hadn’t done yet, and she watched Jacob slip off his tie before they both stepped forward.
Sadie was lifted onto the couch and pressed back as Brent tied her hands and pulled them above her head. Jacob took her feet and tied one to the bottom of the sofa before he buried his face in her hot core and feasted on her hungrily. “You’re not fucking moving for a while,” Jacob said against her before he dove back in and his voice vibrated against her throbbing clit.
Something firm got clipped onto her nipples, and Sadie looked down to see the clips used for thick stacks of paper pressing her together as she cried out. The pain was intense, but it urged her orgasm forward as she arched her back and offered more of herself to Jacob. Brent covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard and long as she closed her eyes and memorized the feel of the men that she loved against her.
Sadie cried out as she exploded against Jacob and Brent sucked her tongue into his mouth as he reached a hand down to tease her clit as Jacob drove his tongue into her. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” Sadie whispered in the seconds that her lips were free of the kiss. “I love you, both of you.”
“I love you, Sadie,” Brent whispered against her lips as he stroked her clit harder and drove her into another full release.
“I never stopped thinking about you,” Jacob breathed as he dropped his pants and rolled on a condom before he drove himself inside of her. Brent watched, not moving his fingers as his best friend fucked the woman that they both loved without envy or anger. Sadie leaned her head back and moaned as Jacob took her harder before he released her foot and dropped onto his back. Jacob tugged Sadie over him, and she found him with her center as she slid over him and rode him with her hands pressed against his rippled abdomen.
Brent slipped a hand between her ass cheeks and found the tight entrance as he prodded with his finger. “Oh God. I need you, Brent.” She vaguely heard him dropping something to the floor. He walked somewhere and came back before he parted her and slipped his cock over her rim and moved inside inch by inch. Brent ripped off the clips and cupped and squeezed her as he filled her with his cock and she leaned back against him.
Sadie rocked onto Jacob as Brent moved into her in a rough rhythm and she knew that she was going to break apart with the sweet pressure of both of them filling her. Sadie whimpered softly as her body tensed and let go before Jacob shot deep inside of her and stared into her eyes. Brent gripped her hips and thrust once, twice before she felt his hot come filling her ass as she cried out his name.
“You know that I can’t live without this, don’t you?” Sadie asked them as she leaned forward against Jacob and stared into his eyes.
“I feel the same way,” Jacob replied as he untied her hands and pulled her down for a kiss.
“I want to give this a try. I choose us over all of the other fears that I have.” Sadie said to both of them as Brent pulled out of her and leaned forward to kiss her back.
“Yes. I missed both of you, and I can’t live like that,” Brent added as she smiled and found Jacob’s full lips with her mouth.
They ordered lunch in and ate on the couch as the three got to know each other again without all of the strain that had been between them before. Sadie cuddled against both men before they made love again with Brent taking her from behind and Jacob in her mouth. They told her that they loved her.
Sadie left the office with a smile on her face and her body aching from their afternoon. She didn’t look at anybody and went home to get ready for dinner with her men, feeling complete and full inside.
Their relationship wasn’t normal, but it made them happy. Three people could love one another and risk it all for their happiness, and that was what she was going to do.
She was going to live her life for herself.
TWO HOT TO HANDLE
Chapter one
No doctor has been able to tell me what exactly I have and over the years therapists have dug into my psyche to see what they could do. I think that deep down they just wanted some kind of sound bite for a condition that they had never heard of before. As far as I knew, I was a unique package that was able to live within my fantasies. I sometimes had problems differentiating myself from that of fantasy and reality.
“Celeste, you have done some amazing work for us and I have to commend you on your work ethic. There isn’t anybody that has been able to make headway of our books for a long time. You may be wasting your time in research, when you could be dealing with the finance part of the business.” Drake was that rare breed of nerd and hunk rolled into one beautiful man.
“I have to say that your praise makes me smile, but it’s not necessary. I’m just doing my job and besides you were the one that brought me into this. We work very well together. I think we need to find more time to do more than just work.” This was not like me and this had to be one of my fantasies coming to life in my mind. “You look a little flustered and maybe I can do something about relieving you of some of that frustration.” I felt this need deep down and Drake was the meaning of dark and handsome. It was kind of endearing to see him wearing glasses with the pocket protector in his right pocket.
“I…I don’t think that we should do anything that would be considered bad behavior.” The very word bad had many meanings and the very thought of him thinking of anything untoward was making my temperature rise. The short black leather skirt had risen a few inches on that swivel chair in front of his desk. I moved myself into the position of the Lotus. My knees spread and of course that gave him an unobstructed view of my soaking wet panties. “You really shouldn’t do that and you have no idea what you are asking for.” It was after hours and being here to all hours of the night was not uncommon for me. It was nice to have somebody here to accompany me, but I was hoping that somebody else would show up.
“Don’t you want to be bad? Haven’t you gotten tired of the stuffed shirt persona that you project to everybody around you? I know that I’m through being that meek and mild young thing that nobody sees more than just wallpaper. I want more from my life than going through the motions.” Knowing that this was a figment of my imagination it had allowed me to reach further than I’d ever gone before.
I grabbed his foot and I played a sexy game of pulling at his shoes and then taking off his argyle black socks. I scooted forward, raising my ample legs and placing them on either side of his sitting against the desk. I had his foot in my hand and I was rubbing his big toe up and down the wet center of my panties. They were the sheer baby blue kind with a lace trim with a very thin material that could be ripped on contact with just about anything.
“MY GOD. I never took you for this kind of sexual creature.” I used his big toe to move the fabric out of his way, so that he could feel the bald mound of my sex. I had the recipe for disaster and it was written for me to follow step by step. “You make it very hard to stay celibate.” I’d known from the moment that I came to work at the firm that Drake was saving himself for marriage. He was apparently quite the bad ass in the day, but he had changed his ways. He had cleaned up his act and was finding a true purpose for himself here. This was his chance to use that intellect that had gone unnoticed by most.
“You need to take a step back and look at what you are denying yourself.” He belonged to me and all I had to do was crook my finger in just the right way to motion him closer to the source of my desire. “You are exactly like me and we both need to live a little. It’s time to get in touch with your past.” There was the sound of clapping and we both looked towards the door to see the blond Adonis of Tyler standing there quite amused by the site that greeted him.
“Alas, I couldn’t have said that better myself. You both live under a rock when there’s a whole world out there ready to explore. You’ve been out of the game too long, Drake. I’m definitely not going to be the one that anybody’s going to take home to mother and I’ve never claimed to be the good guy. I don’t consider myself the bad guy either, but there is something to say for being naughty.” He had his cock already out and the glistening glaze along the shaft told me that he had rubbed his own stuff into the skin.
“I’m not sure that I feel comfortable about any of this. You two are fucking crazy pardon my French.” He could say that, but Drake did not stop me from using his big toe to separate the lips of my labia. He wasn’t thick by any means, but it certainly was a jarring sensation. This prepared me for the inevitable insertion of something a lot bigger than his big toe. I pulled him away for a moment, so that I could relieve myself of my panties. I took them off and I smelled the middle, inhaling the aroma and then tossing it over my shoulder to be snatched from the air by Tyler standing there ready to receive them.
I went back to using his toe and then another one of his toes alongside the big one joined in on the fun. I was rubbing my clit with one finger. I watched Tyler move his cock back and forth through the sheer material of my panties. He was leaving behind quite the mess and I was beckoning him forward, so that I could suck on the head. He was jerking the shaft with my panties enclosed around his charging rhino. His impressive monument of manhood was quite daunting and even getting the head into my mouth was not an easy feat by any means.
I felt those toes come away from me and the plaster of Drake’s shaved face was followed by the extension of his tongue. It slithered into my folds, separating any resistance and driving deep within my core. The force that greeted him pulled him in. He wasn’t prepared for that type of reaction. Scientifically speaking, it was fascinating to lend myself to this kind of experiment.
I moaned around the cock in my mouth, while my 6’3, 250 pound muscle-bound freak had taken a hold of my long black hair. He curled many locks in his fist making it impossible for me to relinquish my hold. He knew how to handle my big body. Not many men were man enough to manhandle my girth “You suck cock like a fucking pro on the street. You could make some serious cash giving yourself to men.” I couldn’t believe that Tyler could think of me like that, but there was also this special little shiver that ran down my spine at the very idea of letting some strange man take advantage of me.
Drake had taken his tongue out and now narrowed his attention on my clit with rapid movements that had me practically falling off the chair. The only thing that was preventing me from doing that was Drake’s hands underneath my huge ass. One of his fingers made contact with my asshole. I was soon having an anal induced climax with his tongue now enhancing it with a suction that felt out of this world.
I don’t know how it happened, but I found myself over the desk and each one was taking turns pounding me over top of it. There were moments that I didn’t even know which one was doing it and it was kind of exciting to think that I had lost myself to the moment.
“You’ve got one fucking hot hole. It’s so fucking hot and wet that it amazes me that it belongs to somebody like you.” I suppose I could have taken that as a backhanded compliment, but for some reason I didn’t care, as long as they were giving me what I wanted. He grunted his reply and soon was shooting streams of it over my back making it as far as my hair. I felt so dirty and alive and then Drake was forcing his into my ass. I don’t know why he felt compelled to do that, but I wasn’t going to ask any questions to ruin the moment.
“You’re such a nasty little bitch and I don’t know how you bring this out of me. I haven’t said anything so gross and demeaning in some time… in…some…TIMEEEEEE.” He gave one final jerking motion and then he was shaking with the relief of his balls now boiling his seed to the surface. It sprayed with the force of a hose and I was left slightly stunned and completely used and abused in a way that I could never imagine in real life.
Chapter two
I awoke with the start and I was at my desk and there was nobody around me. The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock. I wasn’t sure if I was back in reality or still in my fantasy. Was all that even a fantasy, or did I live in the moment and do something totally out of character for the first time in my life? I quickly checked for any evidence, but there was no sticky residue left behind after our ill advised union together.
My panties were showing signs of excitement with a wet stain that really was quite telling. I had been poring over documents and trying to verify the results of something extraordinary. We were working on a way to give the dopamine levels in our brains an enhancement to make every day a happy one. Everything so far was inconclusive, but we did come to a very strange discovery. The pill once given to one of our specimens had cured a certain malignant tumor in its monkey body. There was a lot more research to do to even consider getting it FDA approved for the open market.
My eyes were blurred I could barely see 2 feet in front of me. I was overtired and barely able to function without the necessary caffeine injection with cup after cup for the last few hours. I was jittery, but lack of sleep had the disadvantage of making me fall into a deep slumber. Once my head hit the pillows, I would be out like a light.
“You can’t be here at all hours of the night, Celeste. You’re making me look bad and that’s not good when I’m the boss.” Tyler with his blond good looks that you would find in some kind of magazine for beautiful people was standing there in front of me. He looked haggard and the expression on his face told me that he was ready to call it for the night. I was surprised that he didn’t have a date. It seemed that there was a different flavor every week. “I’ve gotten one final adjournment. This is the last one that they are going to allow before they ask for some kind of results. Just remember, this cannot be like any other drug out there. This has to be something that we can buy over the counter and not have any of the side effects of withdrawal or addiction. I know it’s a hard pill to swallow, but if anyone can do it, I know that somehow you will pull it off.”
“I’m just about done myself. I don’t know how much I can do without seeing all of these wavy lines in front of my eyes. If you would wait, I will come with you to the elevator.” I didn’t know if this was fantasy or reality and that gave me something to look forward to. I had bypassed all reason and judgment and was ready to throw caution to the wind. I couldn’t care less about anything, but I also harbored a distinct fear of doing something that was going to get me thrown off the project. This was too important and besides I didn’t have the courage to do something to initiate anything.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to finish up. I need to check some emails and then I’ll meet you down at the elevator. Don’t leave without me.” It was strange thing for him to say and maybe I was reading too much into it. The office area was deserted and not even the cleaning staff was here. They were to arrive in the next couple of hours, which left a lot to happen between now and then.
I finally pushed myself back from the computer. I was exhausted and unable to think straight. I rubbed my eyes with my glasses dangling from my fingers. I put them back on and smoothed down my plaid skirt. I stood on my own 2 feet in the 4 inch black high heels that I wore like a testament to the bad girl I wanted to be.
“I don’t know what’s taking you so long, but I really do need to get home and get something to eat. I’m famished and I could probably eat a horse right about now.” I heard laughter and I mistakenly thought that he was getting a big thrill out of what I had to say. It made me smile I went to his door to see that he was busy on a phone call.
“Of course I want to be with you, baby. You have everything going for you and I can’t wait to strap on the saddle and ride you like never before. You know that my cock is best suited for a woman of your obvious qualities. You know that when you scream in orgasm it’s like an aphrodisiac right to my privates. My cock is already hard for you, baby. Why don’t I come over right now and show you what I’m talking about. You can’t possibly deny me after everything that we’ve meant to one another. Of course, I know that we haven’t seen each other in some time, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t be friends with benefits. What better way is there for both of us to get off than by using each other’s body like some personal sex toy? I’m glad to hear you say that. It won’t take me more than 10 minutes to get over there.”
He hung up and I was standing there with my hand to my mouth in shock. “I didn’t mean to overhear any of that, but you have to admit that you weren’t exactly being subtle about your overtures. I’m guessing that you found something to do for the evening. I hope that you can stay awake long enough to get her there.” I wanted him to look at me like the way that he was talking to that woman on the phone. For the most part, I figured that he saw me as a little sister and nothing more.
“It certainly did make you blush and I’m not just talking about your cheeks.” I looked down and my chest had turned this rosy hue. I couldn’t help it and his words did affect me. The way that he stalked me from across the room was making me look at him like he was crazy. I couldn’t let him see how much his teasing was turning me on. He grazed my face with his hand. It had me practically begging to be taken. “You’re not so bad when you get close enough to see your natural beauty. I kinda like the curves and you wear it well. I think that you and I could have a lot of fun and maybe I could be the one to make you experience something that you’ve never had before.” I made my way down to the elevator.
“I really don’t think that we should be doing anything of the sort. You have to admit that workplace romances never work out. They’re always messy and awkward at the end of the day. I really don’t need that kind of drama in my life.” He was behind me and most likely staring at my ass and wondering what it would take to get me out of the plaid skirt. “It’s not like you don’t have a better offer. She sounds like she’s ready for you and why you would you even try to get into my pants god only knows.” It must’ve been the old adage of something that was unattainable.
“I don’t know what it is, but maybe I’ve always seen you differently than others. I thought that I had to protect you, but I also felt like you needed to wake up and experience the world. You’ve never been one for taking chances. I’ve seen the way that you’ve been looking at Drake and why the two of you haven’t jumped each other’s nerd asses is beyond me. His lingering glances and you staring at him when he’s not looking doesn’t go unnoticed by me. I also think that you have something of an attraction to me. It’s something that scares you and it should, because I can be quite overwhelming.” The feel of him pressed up against me was not for an innocent girl like myself.
“You can’t be doing this, Tyler. We work together and you know as well as I do that this is only the lack of sleep that’s talking. I don’t want you to think of me as easy prey. I’m going to do us both a favor and put a stop to this before it goes any further.” He was purposely bumping up against me to let me feel the full effect of his elongated member.
“You can’t tell me that you don’t have any feelings for me. The way that you’re backing up against me tells me differently. This is something that you think of often and believe me I know the feeling. Drake is a damn fool for not doing something about the obvious attraction between the two of you. I’m not one to lay back on my morals and I think that if it’s fun, then you should just do it and forget about the consequences. The worst that’s gonna happen is that we won’t be able to work together and what a crying shame that would be.” He might have thought that I was a dime a dozen, but I didn’t have that same sentiment. I didn’t want to lose the best job for one fleeting moment of pleasure.
“You can’t do this and it’s wrong on so many levels.” I watched the lights getting closer to this floor and I was praying that it would get here sooner than later. “I can’t have anything to do with you outside of the office.” He spun me around and kissed. His one hand went between my legs and was gradually moving that very plain skirt up a few inches.
“Who said anything about outside the office? We can do a whole lot with what we have around here. The break room has a very comfy couch. I’m sure that we could put it to good use.” His knee was rubbing up between my legs profoundly and I felt myself getting that necessary jolt of adrenaline to do something that I wouldn’t normally do under any other circumstances.
“You’re too abrupt and you’re not the type of guy that I usually go for. I need time to get to know someone and even though we’ve known each other for the last six months, I don’t know that much about your personal life. What I do know is that you are a bit of a womanizer and that you use women like you use Kleenex.” I was trying to get through to him, but I was doing nothing to stop him from stirring the embers down below.
“You are a bit of a tease, but I like that in my girls. It’s the hunt and the conquest that makes me want to do something about it. Every woman that I’ve known and gone to sleep with told me that my persistence was what made me appealing. I don’t give up and I don’t give in, until I have their panties on my floor and their bodies splayed out over my bed. It doesn’t matter if they are married or single. If I zero my sights on someone, I will have them by hell or high water. All you need to do is open yourself up to my brand of seduction.” I heard the ding of the elevator. I walked towards it quickly to escape his clutches. I heard him saying something, but I had placed my hands over my ears.
I never noticed the sign at my feet or the feel of it scraping against my heel. If I had, I probably wouldn’t have plummeted into an open elevator shaft.
Chapter three
I didn’t remember a damn thing, but I did seem to recall both Tyler and Drake lamenting over something. I was lying on the couch with what I perceived, as a bandage around my head. I had no idea how much time had gone by, but it felt like an eternity. I had this throbbing in my head and it felt like a kind of pain that could only be felt when you were going through a lobotomy. It’s not like I had any reference for something like that.
“I called for an ambulance, but they are backed up with a ten car pile up on the interstate. They told me to keep her awake and talking. That’s hard to do when she’s unconscious and not responding to any kind of stimuli. You know as well as I do that she’s not going to survive. The blood loss alone is enough to kill anyone and she’s holding on by sheer will alone.” That was Drake’s voice and he must have come in at Tyler’s request or maybe he just showed up out of the blue.
“I feel responsible. I knew the elevator was under maintenance, but I got a little ahead of myself. I was only thinking with one head and didn’t realize it was out of order, until she took that one fatal step too far. She fell five floors onto the top of the elevator that’s stuck between floors. It was lucky. If she had fallen the entire length of the shaft, there would be nothing left of her. I know what you’re thinking, because I’ve been thinking the same thing. You know that the results are inconclusive and that we’re opening ourselves to a lawsuit that could bankrupt us.”
“Tyler, you of all people know how I feel about her. I can’t let her go not if there’s something that I can do about it.” I had no idea what they were talking about. Most of what they were saying was like it was coming from a long distance tunnel. It was an echo of one voice after another. “We’ve always wanted to try human test subjects. We have one lying right here in front of us. We have to try and it’s her only chance for survival.” I felt like I was slipping away and that their voices were slowly fading to almost a whisper of what they were before. I was struggling to remain in the here and now, but I was also looking forward to losing myself in the environment of fantasy.
“If we do this, we have to monitor her extensively for the next few days. We don’t even know if it’s gonna work. There’s only one way to find out. I’ll go get one of the pills and you make sure that we have a glass of water on hand to help her to swallow the damn thing.” The pill that they were talking about was something from the making of my own hand. If they were thinking about giving me that, then they were truly desperate enough to do just about anything to save my life.
“Drake, I know that you can’t stop staring at her chest through that red blouse. Her nipples being hard like that are courtesy of me playing those sexual games that I’m known for around the office. I was just going to hit it and quit it, but I didn’t get the chance. I don’t think that she truly knows what she’s capable of. Maybe this brush with death will open her eyes to new possibilities. She may even see what’s in front of her and grab you for a quickie in the bathroom. I wouldn’t hold your breath, but anything is possible.”
Drake didn’t give him a response to his query. I would have to say that he didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of playing his game. According to his own ego, Tyler was apparently the second coming and every woman was supposed to fall on their knees to worship him. I was not immune to what he had to offer and the length of his staff was something that could be easily seen. I mistakenly rubbed up against Drake a couple times and I knew that he was not exactly shy in that department.
They both had an amazing physique and now they were working together to save my life. They lifted my head and made me open my mouth and not in the good way. This all felt like it was happening to somebody else. I felt the pill in my mouth and the contact with my tongue was soon being chased with water that I could barely swallow.
It wasn’t long before I saw all of these pretty colors and I followed them with waves of my hands. Both guys were sitting vigil watching me intently. I had heard that they called the ambulance and told them that it was a practical joke from a teenage kid that had gotten access to their telephone. They didn’t want them to show up and find me this way. I was flying high, as an elephant’s eye.
“Be still and I just want to check your bandage to see if there’s any improvement.” Things were moving in slow motion and when Drake leaned over me, I saw his crotch and it was like a living heartbeat in front of my eyes. The thing had its own presence and then I heard an audible gasp that had nothing to do with me touching him in any way.
“You have to see this, Tyler. It’s better than our wildest dreams come true.” Tyler leaned over me and both of them were now in reaching distance. I tried to lift my arms, but they felt like I was carrying ten pound weights around my biceps. “It has not only stopped bleeding, but the wound is sealing itself. I know that it was rumored to have this kind of effect, but I guess I had to see it to believe it.” Both of their cocks were pumping like the beating heart underneath the floorboards to signify guilt.
My fingers were tingling and that sensation was traveling exponentially down over my body. When it reached my lower extremities, I was feeling like I wanted more than anything to show them how I felt about them. At the moment, I was not feeling exactly like myself. I needed time to adjust.
“I have to say that I’m quite impressed and this could net us a small fortune when it reaches the open market. I’m not saying that it’s going to be easy and we have a lot of hurdles that we need to overcome to get there. It might be at least three years before we see anything from any drug company that is willing to bend over backwards to pay through the nose. It would be easy just to pawn if off on one of them, but it would be, so much more lucrative if we were able to hold out and deal with all of this on our own.” I was feeling a little dizzy. My mouth was dry and I needed something to quench my thirst. I saw two very hard spigots ready to spew what I wanted.
They had exactly what I wanted and I licked my lips with anticipation of getting them even close to my mouth. My eyes were showing a tint of yellow around these guys like it was their own personal aura.
“I think that we need to take this one step at a time, Tyler. There’s still a lot of work to do, but we do have a willing subject. She’s not going to say anything and besides we saved her life with the very compound that she had come up with for this project.” I could smell the musk of their manly aroma. It was like everything about me had been supercharged.
“There’s no reason to talk about me like I’m not in the room. I can hear what you’re saying and I think that you’re both damn fools to do this. I know that you felt like you were up against a wall, but you don’t know what that’s going to do to me in the end. You could be making things worse by trying to make them better.” I got up on my elbows to see that somebody had undone the first couple of buttons on my red blouse. The color was the only real risk that I had ever taken. I’d seen it in my closet and it was used as a hooker outfit for an adults’ only Halloween party.
“I’m sorry that I took advantage of you. I thought it better that you felt comfortable and I didn’t want to restrict your airways.” I thought for sure that it was Tyler that was responsible, but apparently Drake had done the honors. If only he had gone all the way, I might’ve been crawling on my hands and knees to get to him about now.
“You stopped too soon.” I couldn’t believe that I had said something like that. It was like everything that I had been thinking was coming out of my mouth with no filter whatsoever. “You both should have stripped me naked, spread my legs and ate my little pussy, until I creamed all over your faces. I know that is exactly what you want.” I tried to stop myself without success. It was a diatribe of dirty talk that was having the desired results.
I tried to reach for them, but both Drake and Tyler decided together that they weren’t going to take advantage of me in that way. I was beside myself with the feelings that were creeping up in between my legs. I needed something that was going to take the edge off.
“Neither one of us want you to do anything that you’re going to regret in the morning, Celeste. It would be best that you stay here and let us monitor you for the evening. The way that you’re acting, I believe it’s better for all of us that you are locked up where you can’t get a hold of either one of us.” I could see that Drake meant every word that he was saying, but I was turning to Tyler hoping that he was going to see that this was his opportunity to strike while the iron was hot.
“Let’s not be so hasty, Drake. She’s obviously feeling the effects of the drug running through her veins and there’s no reason why we can’t have a bit of fun. She looks so damned good and there’s something about her that draws me like a magnet.” This was exactly what I wanted to hear. Drake biting his bottom lip had me convinced that it wouldn’t take much to get them to see things from my point of view.
“You should really listen to Tyler. He makes good sense and it’s not like I’m doing anything that I’m not fully aware of. I’ve never felt like this and my head is literally swimming with endorphins. They are sending these very intricate messages back to the rest of my body.” I found myself over Drake’s shoulder. He took me into a room and locked it with his own code. I looked to them with hunger, licking my lips and stripping off my clothes.
Drake was forcing Tyler back and making him stay away from me, even though it was Herculean effort on both of our parts.
Chapter four
During the night, I was wasting my time trying to get their attention. I rubbed my bare breasts up against the glass. I watched them squirm underneath the pretense of trying to be good guys. I squeezed those nipples and pulled at them with a fire to get off by any means necessary.
I finally drifted off to sleep lying there completely exposed, until I opened my eyes and felt that things had changed. I put on my clothes and looked out the window to see that both guys were sleeping soundly with their heads thrown back in a most uncomfortable angle. That was going to hurt when they woke up and maybe a nice massage from my nimble fingers might be the thing that cures what ails them.
“You can open up the door. I’m feeling a whole lot better now.” Drake was the one that stirred first and he stared at me with suspicion like he didn’t quite believe what I had to say. He got up and approached slowly still eying me with curiosity like I was something to be seen underneath the microscope. “I’m serious and I’m not so fucked up like I was last night.” I was still feeling the urge to satisfy my own carnal cravings, but it was not to the point of wanting to do something inconceivable.
“It bodes well that you are dressed. You have no idea how hard it was for us to keep away from you last night.” My eyes lingered a little longer than necessary at his crotch. I smiled and licked my lips and then his hands covered the object of my desire. “I’m not sure that I believe you and you still have that look in your eye. It’s not as wild and untamed as it was last night, but it’s still pretty damn daunting.” I did notice that the staff had not come in and I had to assume that they had done a necessary precaution of calling them and telling them that they could have the day off.
“You have no idea how good I really feel. It’s like just touching myself is enough to bring me to the Promised Land. This is, so much better than what we talked about. I’m not sure that I would call this addictive, but it is pretty powerful and potent stuff.” I ran my hands over my clothes and even the feel of the fabric against my skin was enough to make my legs turn to jelly. “I can’t explain it. The only way that you can truly know what I’m going through is to do it yourself. That would put us all on an even playing field.”
The melodic lilt of my voice was causing him to sway to unseen music like I was some kind of pied piper leading him astray.
“You do make a valid point and it might be good to experiment a little bit further with human trials.” I motioned with my eyes and he followed my gaze, until he was punching in the code to the door and releasing the lock. It opened and I pulled him inside by the collar of his shirt. I ripped the first couple of buttons in my haste to touch him.
“I’ve got this feeling inside my bones and there’s this electricity that I can feel when you first see a member of the opposite sex that attracts your attention. It’s that feeling enhanced by 1000 times and I can only imagine what sex would be like in my condition.” I ran my hand down his chest hearing him breathe heavy and staring at me like he couldn’t quite understand what to do next. “I’ve always had a thing for you, Drake, but I never have the courage to actually act on anything. Those days are over and if you think that you’re getting away from me, then you really don’t understand anything.”
I saw over his shoulder that Tyler had awoken and he was stretching his limbs and doing his best to come back to the land of reality. He was still foggy around the edges and I used the momentary reprieve to rip open Drake’s shirt the rest of the way. It was with a passion to release what was going to be mine.
I kissed his chest and left behind the mark of my lipstick smeared against his flesh. He was pretty hairless with only a tuft in the middle of his chest. Just touching it made me purr and having it graze against my cheek had me wrapping my leg around his waist. I rubbed my naked mound up against his imprisoned member. I felt the throbbing presence of his manhood and it certainly did give me food for thought.
“What you need to do, Drake is to open up your mouth and then you will get a big surprise.” He was trying to push me away, but his eyes were following that one lone pill that I had in my possession. I was tempted to take another one, but the one that I had already taken courtesy of them stuffing down my throat was still very much doing its thing. “Don’t you want to be just like me? It’s what the kids are all doing and maybe it would be best that you give into peer pressure.” I was having a bit of fun at his expense, but then his mouth opened and I placed that little white pill on the tip of his tongue.
“No…don’t do it and we don’t know what it will do to a man.” Tyler had gotten to the door a little bit too late. He had his hands pressed up against the glass. He looked terrified like we had done something, so horrible that it was going to come back and haunt us. “You two can’t be trusted to be together in the same room. The feelings that you have for each other is being uncovered by the use of a pharmaceutical substitute. Don’t you see that this is not the way?” Drake looked over his shoulder for a moment and then he swallowed that pill before he chickened out.
“I know that you’re trying to do the right thing, Tyler, but maybe you should come in here and take one of these pills yourself. It’s pretty damn obvious that you want to fuck me and I need somebody to fill my pussy with their cock. One of you is going to have the honors of giving me the old sausage first.” I stuck my hand down Drake’s pants. The look on his face needed to be photographed for posterity. That shocked expression had stunned him into silence with his mouth parted and my hand pulling his head down for the insertion of my tongue. Nobody had ever told me that it could be like this and maybe if somebody had said so, I wouldn’t be so staid or vanilla.
“I would love to, but I’m trying to be the only voice of reason. It feels wrong trying to be something that I’m not. It should be Drake out here and me in there with you feeling your body and touching you in the most profound way possible.” I reached for the door to let him in, but I realized that the lock was a combination only known to Drake. “You can still stop this before it goes too far. Find that little voice inside and you’ll know what to do.”
“You’re right about one thing, Tyler. It does feel like the devil on my shoulder. Unfortunately, the angel has already been killed and buried 6 feet under. There are coins on his eyes and a RIP sign on a gravestone in his name.” I raked my nails down Drake’s chest paying particular attention to his nips. Each slight graze along the surface of his nipples and he jerked against me with his package pressed even tighter against my wet and demanding mound.
I was stroking his cock through his briefs and then that wasn’t enough for me anymore. I dropped to my knees pulling down his pants and his underwear, until my prey was revealed in all its glory. When I first saw him in the office, I could tell that he was curious and I was just too afraid to say anything.
“I’m the one that’s usually causing trouble and it’s not right that I have to be subjected to this show.” God bless him. Tyler was still trying to pull us back from the abyss. It was pretty obvious that he was jealous. I never took him for a guy that liked a little meat on the bones.
My tongue stabbed into the hole and I manipulated his flesh with my fingers. I made sure to concentrate on the head touching that very sensitive spot and making him shudder with my skillful hand job.
I pulled at his leg hairs, until I had that specimen begging me for my sweet mouth. I opened up and breathed hot air across his glands. I loved his reaction, but it was going to get a whole lot better than that.
He suddenly grabbed my hair and drove the first half of his 8 inch love staff into my mouth. Just the feel of him touching my tongue had me shaking in disbelief. That orgasm was minor compared to the big one that was slowly coming up on me.
“I don’t even know where to begin. The pill is amazing and I see all of these colors and you should have explained it better last night. I’m not even sure that anybody would have the right words and it’s like my body is charged with a very unique kind of adrenaline. This is all about sex and the only drawback is that I feel dry like the Sahara Desert. I have noticed that my allergies are gone. I can breathe clear for the first time in years.” Drake was fucking my face and staring down at the woman that had captured his lust from the moment that he laid eyes on me.
Tyler was still watching and his hands were no longer in sight. By the movement of his body, I could only assume that he was using the five palm sisters. He was working himself into a lather and he didn’t even have the accompaniment of the drug to draw him further into sexual depravity.
I’d never felt, so alive and I had to feel what it was like to have his cock deep in my mouth. I could feel him leaking and it was this thick sickly syrup that clung to my tongue like that of a paintbrush would to a wall. I buried him deep hearing an outcry of pleasure from both of the guys with one in the horrible position of having to see it and not experience it for himself.
Drake balls were now full like that of a basketball being inflated with the use of some kind of electric pump. He was grunting and rivers of sweat had now accumulated down his chest to pool around his balls in a wet matted mess that smelled better than it looked. I inhaled those pheromones, as the pressure in his loins began to grow, until finally the dam burst.
I swallowed as fast as I could, but the drug was now producing more than I could handle. I had to relinquish my claim letting the overflow stream down my chin and over my body like a clear and sticky paste. I rubbed it into my skin and then I heard the telltale click of the door behind me. After Drake had gotten his, he was now ready to share the bounty. I was still on my knees and looked to see the large encompassing bulge advancing closer. He was rubbing it in a circle and there was a telltale wet spot from where his excitement had gotten a little too overindulged.
I knew that this was only the beginning and that what I had done to Drake was the catalyst to what was going to happen next. Any lingering doubt had vanished with the help of the drug. I knew that this was not the way that I would act normally, but I kind of enjoyed the freedom of letting the drug do what it was meant to do. It was time to bring Tyler into this and I happily motioned him with one finger to come closer to get the same kind of treatment that Drake got.
Chapter five
“I want to go on record to say that I don’t need a drug to fuel my desire for you, Celeste. I’m only doing this. as a purely scientific curiosity and nothing more.” I had no idea who he was trying to convince myself or him. It really didn’t matter and he had already swallowed the pill and we were just waiting for it to take effect.
I was rubbing my hands up and down his legs. My fingers were doing most of the work, but not quite touching on what I really wanted to get my hands on. It wouldn’t take long for him to feel it and then I saw the glaze over his eyes. His head was moving back and forth and that was when I took control of the situation. I unzipped him and fished inside to find what I was looking for. It was a prize to behold and one that was slightly bigger than Drake, although it really didn’t matter to me one way or the other. It could’ve been 6 inches for 10 and I would have gladly consumed it, until he had nothing left to give me.
“I thought that I would need time after such an explosive discharge, but as you can see I’m ready and raring to go again.” It must’ve been one of the many side effects that we were experiencing together. I was glad to see that Drake was up and not deflated after having me siphon every single drop from his balls. “This is so much better than Viagra. I’m sure that once this gets out there that we will find ourselves completely inundated with requests from every pharmaceutical company known to man.” I couldn’t understand how Drake could be thinking about business when his cock was thumping with its own heartbeat.
“We can think about that later, Drake and don’t you see that we have a beautiful and compliant woman ready to do our bidding?” I wouldn’t exactly say it like that, but then I wasn’t completely in my right mind at the moment. I was completely off in my own little world and I had no desire to come back anytime soon. “Celeste is a beautiful woman and it’s a crying shame that neither one of us has done anything to show her that.” I’d always thought that Tyler thought of me as a little sister, but this was no way to act with a sibling.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say. I think that I can let things go for the moment to enjoy the kind of sex that everybody will be clamoring for.” I gripped Drake tightly and heard him gasp with arousal, as his cock began to show me that one blow job was never going to be enough. He should have shown some signs of deflating, but it seemed like they had only grown bigger. I had them in my hand and I could feel the weight with the kind of pressure that his arousal was causing.
He lifted me, until I was bent over at an angle with his hands on my hip and his cock rubbing up and down my slit. He purposely slapped it against my clit several times and of course that made my whole body tremble and my knees begin to shake from the effort. He applied enough pressure to that presence and it opened up the gates like that of a magician with a wand. I felt it rubbing up against my walls and it continued to slide along my wetness, until only his balls remained.
“I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to keep this up. Just moving seems very difficult and the feeling of you wrapped around me is nothing short of euphoria. The sex that I had in the past was good, but it doesn’t even compare. I’m worried that this will become addictive and that we are only asking for problems trying to put it out on the open market.” This time is was Tyler thinking about something more than the moment. I couldn’t have that, so I slammed my mouth down on him and started to suck him on my own.
Tyler was slapping his own face like the added bonus of pain was needed. He was shaking his head with his eyes closed and my mouth now showing him a way to a pleasure filled trip that he would never want to come back from. I’d already experienced that myself, but it was slowly subsiding, which meant the drug that I was on was coming to the end of its cycle.
I was stuck like a pig from both ends on the spike of both of their cocks. My skin was on fire and my flesh quivered with this need for the kind of release that no woman could ever do without. I pitied those ones that thought that they were getting everything they could from a relationship. One taste of this kind of sex would have them tossing their significant other to the side for the chance to feel like this. Nobody would be immune and that was a little scary and also exciting at the same time.
“Your mouth is driving me crazy, but I really do need to fuck you. You have no idea how much it’s hurting me to see him taking you like that.” I heard a bit of anger in his voice and the bit of spittle coming from his mouth told me that that anger was only getting worse by the second. “I can’t take it anymore.” He pulled free of my mouth, leaving me empty and sticking my tongue out to try to draw him back in. I heard what sounded like somebody grimacing in pain and looked back to see that Drake had a bloody nose and was stumbling back with his cock bobbing up and down. He was lucky that his nose wasn’t broken. Tyler was acting like a jealous boyfriend, when there was more than enough of me to go around.
I looked up to Tyler and the look on his face told me that I was in for it now. He lifted me with a strained look and made me wrap my legs around his waist with his cock finding my eager hole with one long and determined thrust of his hips. Our bodies were pressed up against each other with my hands around his neck and his mouth now encompassing the space at the side of my neck.
He was bouncing my big boned frame up and down with no signs of slowing down. He turned and drove me up against the wall making me feel the impact and knocking the very breath out of my body. “Fuck me… Fuck me… Oh my god… I can’t believe that you are doing this to me.” I came undone like my whole body was now one limp rag doll. I hung there precariously, while he force fed me an injection of beef.
I saw the look and knew from personal experience that it could only mean one thing. His face was this contortion of pleasure and then he was pulled free of me, as he began to shoot into the air and not inside me where he belonged. Drake carried me to a nearby metal counter. The cold was quite jarring against my skin and I shivered on contact, before he plugged me solid once more.
The counter shook and the beakers began to dance along the surface, until they jumped practically on their own to the floor to their death. They shattered on contact. I don’t think that any one of us really cared. “I’m cumming again… I’ve never had a multiple orgasm, but I guess there’s always the first time for EVERYTHINGGGGGGGG.” He was working very hard and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to blow the top off of this cock. I could feel my inner muscles working along his length. I had orgasms before, but this one was by far better than all of them combined. I literally blacked out, but not before I felt that knob expand and the sweet cream release like that of something that you would find in a fireman’s hose.
I took the brunt of that attack and I lie there with no control over my faculties. My ears were ringing and my vision blurred, but I knew that I could never have it this good again. “Yeah…this is what you wanted and I’m now going to give it to you every damn day for the rest of your life.” He gave me one final lunge forward and the last of his seed spilled within the lucky confines of my warm embrace.
I was lying there in a sexual induced coma of sorts. I could make out that there was a fight ensuing. They were naked and felt no shame, as they rained blows on each other like that of some kind of secret fight club.
I wanted to intervene and tell them to stop, but it was useless in the condition that I was in. The last of the drug died away and I was left shivering.
“She’s mine and you can’t have her.” Drake drove his fist into Tyler’s stomach blowing the wind out of him and making him double over in pain. He lifted him by his hair and punched him three times in rapid succession. Watching this was fascinating, but also terrifying in ways that I could never imagine.
“You’re going to have to kill me to have her.” The next punch landed in Tyler’s fist and he rose to his full height and squeezed with the kind of force that you would find in some kinda muscle-bound freak. He made Drake fall to his knees with a tear in his eyes from the obvious pain that he was being afflicted with. “You don’t deserve her and you’ve never deserved her. You are a coward. You’ve never lived a day in your life. I’m the one that goes out on a limb and tries new things just to say that I did it.” His right foot came out and squarely caught Drake in the ribs’.
They were soon rolling around on the floor and then suddenly they stopped abruptly. They lie there moaning and it wasn’t from any kind of pleasure. They were writhing in agony and then they passed out, but thankfully they were still breathing.
It took another couple of hours, but I finally got back on my feet with their seed dripping out of me and down over my body. Normally it would have dried to a paste, but my skin was still warm to the touch.
I sat down in the Lotus position between them and I looked at their bodies and couldn’t quite get enough. The drug had worn off, but I was still feeling this desperate need to be with them. It was like the drug had unlocked something that was already there. It was the key to bringing about those experiences that I’d only thought about and never did anything about.
I stayed with them, until they both opened their eyes at almost the exact same time. They bolted straight up and sat there looking slightly dazed and confused. “I do believe that we have some things to iron out. The way that this drug is right now is not fit for consumption by any one. We were stupid to do this and we risked our own health for something of a hidden desire that we didn’t even know we had for one another.” Drake was using his clinical side to see things for what they were.
Tyler was still a little out of it and he was nodding his head like he agreed with everything that Drake was saying. “Drake’s right and we need to take things slowly. I don’t think that we really needed that drug.” I got up and grabbed them both by the hand.
“I’m not saying that I don’t want to do that again, but I don’t think that it’s necessary every single time. In fact, I would like to try a new experiment where all of us go back to one of your place and see what we can do about burning up the sheets without the drug feeding that need. Whatever this drug is can’t be controlled. I do like the after effect and that newfound sense of sexual self is not a bad thing at all.” I had them in my hand and after they dressed, they put one hand each on my ass through my skirt.
We left there with smiles on our faces and we stopped momentarily at the elevator to look back at the drug. We knew that this was not the first time that we would try that. It was inevitable that we would fall back into old habits, but for now it was time to take things to the next level. I didn’t know where we went from here, but I was willing to throw my body at them to find out.
“I have to say that we may have jumped the gun by introducing human trials. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure that Drake will attest that what we did to save your life is something that we don’t ever wanna take back. I just think that we were playing god and maybe it’s time that we start thinking clearly and doing something about these feelings in a more constructive way. I don’t think we were being forced to do anything that we didn’t already want to do.” Tyler was a clever young man.
“I don’t know about the two of you, but I think the drug was the perfect way to reveal our feelings. We no longer have to hide or think that what we’re doing is wrong. We know that we feel this for one another and to deny ourselves that kind of pleasure is foolish. I can’t believe that we have wasted all this time being alone.” The door to the elevator closed and with it came an awakening that was going to have me clawing at their bodies, until the wee hours of the morning.
TROUBLE WITH DOUBLE
Cerise Rhodes handed her stepbrother a five-dollar bill. She tried to ignore his little smirk as he put it in his wallet but at that moment it was awfully tempting to smack him a good one. Jaxon Davies gave her a helpless little shrug and put the bill in his wallet.
The bet between them had been whether her boyfriend—or soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend—was going to show up to mount the cabinets and build the bar. Jaxon had said “no”. Cerise had said “yes”, but by now even she had realized that Devon Brown was a slacker. “He’ll probably come in as soon as we’ve got it fixed,” Jaxon said, taking up a wire-stripper. He was the electrician of the bunch. Cerise scowled. “Stop it,” she said.
“You know he’s like that,” Jaxon said, teasing her this time. “He’s only into you because you’re black, you know that, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t presume,” she sniffed.
They—Cerise, Jaxon, and Miles, Jaxon’s twin—had really been feeling the pressure lately. The three of them had bought the burnt-down husk that had once been Philadelphia’s Laser Tex at a steep discount, but the costs to shore up the main support beams, re-do the interior, furnish the place with the kind of booths and tables that would be worthy of the next “trendiest spot in town”, had all been higher than expected. They were doing a lot of the work themselves—Cerise was doing all of the design herself, using every connection she’d made as a graphic artist to find the materials and furniture. Jaxon was doing most of the plumbing and wiring. “It’s all poles in holes,” he said, which wasn’t exactly reassuring but so far the toilets he’d installed were still functional and the lights that had been put in hadn’t shorted and burned down the place—again. Yet. Miles was the brains of the bunch. He knew how to spot trends and cash in on them, and he knew how to wrangle small-business grants from the city government to help offset the costs and work the taxes so that they came out only slightly the worse for wear.
But no amount of bookkeeping magic could conceal the fact that they were two weeks from opening and the place was still only half-finished. Cerise had seen enough interior redesigns to know that the bulk of the transformation happened in the last three or four days, but they should have laid down the flooring by now; the walls needed primer and the lighting on the stage needed to be fixed. Instead, she was still sanding the panels that held the bar together with a belt sander, and she’d need to fit the doors to the cabinets before the end of the day. Jaxon was still wiring the sound and lighting systems to a central switchboard. The club had a dance floor in the middle and a small stage opposite the entrance, where they’d planned to have bands play on the weekends.
But now they had to contend with the fact that Devon, the guy who was helping with the building and carpentry work, had probably bailed on them. She had to admit she wasn’t exactly surprised. He was the kind of guy who yelled at waiters and waitresses just for the power trip and ran over stray cats for fun. They’d only been together for two months—and at this point the only reason she hadn’t called it quits was that he’d been helping remake Laser Tex into their own nightclub. But for the last week he’d been ditching them, not showing up when he’d said he would, and then showing up when they weren’t there, only to call them up to yell about how he was the only one doing any work around the place. “You gotta ditch him,” Jaxon and Miles had told her. Now, Jaxon was saying, “Can you dump that motherfucker already?”
“Done,” she said. She already had her phone out and was texting him. Just a short one: “We done”. It was so cold that even she felt a little cooler.
“Was that really that hard?” asked Jaxon, teasing her again.
She pretended not to notice that he was teasing her. He’d always teased her, ever since the first time they met, as kids, outside the library. She was reading a book, the new girl in the neighborhood, waiting for her mother to finish buying groceries from the bodega. He was kicking a can around with his brother. They were, in her words, “Gross”, as her mother liked to remind her, though she couldn’t remember what they’d been doing to make her think that. Miles and Jaxon were two years older than she was, so while they went to the same schools and played in the same neighborhoods and hung around the same pools during the summer, they weren’t exactly friends growing up. If anything, she still remembered running after Jaxon, screaming with fury at the top of her lungs when she found that he’d decapitated her Barbie dolls.
They grew up and moved away on the periphery of each other’s consciousness. She had dreams of moving to Europe and making something with her art, and she was living small while saving up the money to make it happen. So she was slightly annoyed when her mother called her and said she was getting remarried—weddings were expensive—but it was just a small affair, friends-and-family only, capped with a backyard barbecue that was the hallmark of Philadelphia social life. Nothing big, nothing fancy, just a good time.
It was strange—when she met the groom she knew that he was Jaxon and Miles’s father but for some reason the fact didn’t click until they were all sitting around on the porch, drinking lemonade and iced tea and waiting for the barbecue to get going. They were lounging next to the shed, with their respective (now-ex-) girlfriends when she saw them, and her heart skipped a beat—they’d grown up. In retrospect that shouldn’t have been the surprise that it was, but she still remembered them as the lanky, pimpled guys who had funny laughs and the weirdest hair who stole her Barbie heads. Seeing them at the wedding, as men, their bodies having grown into their height, their faces unblemished, and their hair neatly trimmed, had really knocked her perspective on these guys sideways. She’d been a bit apprehensive about approaching them, but in the end Miles had seen her first and waved her over. “I guess you’re our sister now,” he’d said. There were empty beer bottles lying around—Miles and Jaxon were just tipsy enough to have no shame saying, “That’s too bad—I always thought you were cute.”
Then over Christmas Laser Tex had been burned down, accidentally, by a crew of graffiti artists who for some reason decided that it was a good idea to use a lighter around their cans of spray paint. It was Miles who smelled a good deal in the making and somehow conned—she maintained it was a con, but “charmed” was the word he preferred using—Jaxon and Cerise into ponying up for equal shares to make the “biggest, trendiest club around.”
Thank God for YouTube—that was all she could think, now, as she used the sander to carefully smooth the edges so that they would just fit together. Her mornings now consisted of taking notes while watching YouTube clips of how to assemble furniture, and then following those directions in the afternoon. She wondered, now, what it was about Miles that she’d agreed to this insanity.
“Where the hell is Miles?” she grumbled. Finally. The panels fit together smoothly. Now it was just a matter of glue screws, some wood-putty, a day to let everything set, and a new stain—or, in other words, when the real work began.
“Ask and you shall receive.” Miles came in, wheeling in a box that was as high as he was tall. He was virtually identical to Jaxon, but there was an air of assurance and seriousness about him that invited people to trust him. She’d always liked him better of the two, even though Jaxon was the funnier one.
“Oh my God, did you get it?” Cerise asked, her annoyance forgotten in the excitement of seeing the box.
Jaxon and Cerise gathered around. Miles grinned and cut open the tape with his pocketknife. It was one of those things that everybody, including Cerise, always teased him about—“Yo man, this is Philly, ain’t no Boy Scouts here”—but little blade came in surprisingly handy at the weirdest times, and she caught the little smirk of triumph he gave her (See?) and she rolled her eyes back at him (All right, all right). As the sign emerged she felt a shiver run down her spine—for the first time since they signed the mortgage for the property the enormity of what they were trying to do hit her. Shit be real. The sign was big, bold, the typeface one of the brush-script fonts but still regular enough so as to be easy to read: The Azure Code. It came with a bunch of individual letters, numbers, and symbols so they could advertise specials and what-not.
“Sweet,” said Jaxon, holding his hands up for high-fives all around. They obliged.
“Well, let’s set it down here,” said Miles, carefully sliding the box and dolly between a two stacks of chairs, so that it couldn’t fall over. “Come on, we’ve got a lot of work to do. Let me guess, Devon bailed again?”
“I’m five bucks richer,” said Jaxon.
Miles sighed. He’d seen this coming, too. “Well, least he ditched after putting up the support beams,” he said, taking off his jacket. It was spring, but this year had warmed up quickly, and the building had the odd tendency to hold in heat. “Cerise, can you handle the flooring, too?”
She rolled her eyes at him, but when he opened his mouth she joined him and Jaxon in saying, “All for one, one for all.” It was probably silly to quote the Three Musketeers but it got them through the hard parts, which was al that really mattered.
***
Two weeks later it was opening day.
Her arms and her back were aching and sore but she had to admit that three months of working with power tools and heaving lifting had toned her body better than anything she’d ever done at the gym. She was waiting the bar on opening night, wearing a silver-sequined spaghetti-strapped tank top and a short tight skirt. She’d debated wearing stilettos, but in the end decided to go with her stripper heels—a pair of heavy, sturdy platform heels that professional strippers used—because they were comfortable but made her look damn sexy. She’d almost forgotten that she had a body to show off, what with all of the hard labor that she’d been doing. And now, looking in the mirror, she was pleasantly surprised to see that all of her curves were still there, and then some.
It was all about the sexy tonight, and as she dusted her self with body glitter and painted her lips she had to admit it was an exciting change from being in old t-shirts and torn jeans all the time. Just a touch, she thought, as she put her hair up in a messy up-do. Not too much. The goal was to be attractive but not overtly sexual—to look hot enough to get the men’s libidos up but not hot enough to make their girlfriends jealous. She brushed on a little mascara and stepped back from the mirror, pleased with the effects.
Miles and Jaxon almost didn’t recognize her when she showed up to help them open the club. “Damn—you sure you Cerise?” asked Jaxon, as he helped her out of her car. “I ain’t never seen her look this fine before.”
“You sayin’ she ain’t fine?” Miles asked, punching his brother lightly in the arm. “Where yo’ manners?” Jaxon scowled. They were wearing tight-fitting black t-shirts and pants and work-boots; their jobs for the night were to manage the lights and sound and bounce the place if needed—and judging from the size of the crowd that was already gathering, it would very much be needed.
“Come on, guys,” she said, as she opened the back door. “Let’s show these people what a good time is really like.”
All nightclub openings were relatively big events—Philadelphia had its share of them and people were always looking for something new, exciting, edgier than the last one. But for its size, the Azure Code opening was huge: the crowd had been gathering for more than an hour before the opening time and by the time they opened the doors they were ready to party. Miles had flown in a Dutch DJ—their selling point was “sophistication”—and as soon as the crowd entered he began laying down beats that got even Miles to shake his fine, fine ass on the dance floor (he may have been her stepbrother, but that didn’t mean that she was blind). The drinks orders started coming almost right away—brightly-colored spritzers and, along with Jaxon, but even they managed to have a good time—and their tips ballooned when she, just drunk enough to think that this was a good idea but not drunk enough to fall off, got up on the bar to dance, shaking her body in sync to be beats. The DJ seemed to be timing his tracks to her, and the dollar bills kept raining down.
Miles had been right—this nightclub was definitely going to make a killing.
“Jesus, Mary, and fucking Joseph.”
The previous night had been one epic bacchanalia: she remembered booze (pouring it, mostly), dancing, more booze (drinking it, this time), more dancing—but then her memories were fuzzy, indistinct, veiled by the mother of all hangovers and the ache of muscles that she didn’t even know she’d had. I was dancing on the bar? Wait—was that really me? She remembered thinking how awesome the full tip-jar was, so full that the men involved but then her memories of the night turned dark. What she remembered was vague, fuzzy—not the least because she had the mother of all hangovers. She didn’t quite remember falling asleep in booth, but she did remember Miles easing her away from the bar.
“Cerise, you okay?”
She looked up and saw Jaxon standing over her, his eyes studiously averted, a towel dangling from his hand. That was when she realized that she was nearly-naked: her skirt had hiked itself above her waist and the sequined top had gone missing.
“What the—” she gasped, grabbing the towel that he’d been holding out to her and wrapping it around himself.
“You were amazing,” he said, quietly, handing her a glass of some kind of juice.
She gulped it down. “Who did—”
He pressed his lips together, and looked up. Miles, who’d been mopping up and sweeping the floor, looked over at them, and blushed. “You did,” Jaxon said.
“I didn’t,” she cried. “I couldn’t have. I ain’t a stripper.”
Jaxon and Miles shared an apprehensive look between them. The only sound was Miles, mopping and sweeping.
Had she—
Take it off, take it off!
Kiss her!
And then the memories of the night came back in a flood of impressions—the nonstop requests for drinks; she was moving back and forth, shaking this, mixing that; the DJ laid down four tracks, getting the crowd going; a guy who’d looked vaguely familiar ordering; conversations with the guy who’d looked vaguely familiar revealed that they’d gone to school together—Ben Harmon. He looked good, now—a little underdressed for a club—but even through his baggy clothes and work boots she could tell that he’d lost the bit of pudge he used to carry. She found herself wondering whether it was appropriate to ask if he was taken.
Get out! You were in my class?!
Hell, yeah! Remember those pep rallies?
Go Wildcats!
Then her remembrance took a leap to midnight: the nightclub kicked into third gear. It was the hour of drinking games—she filled shot glass after shot glass. They ran out of vodka. “Just use whatever you’ve got,” Jaxon had said. “They’re too drunk to notice or care.”
And then for some reason she was doing shots, too. The shots made her feel the thoomp-thoomp of the bass and her body began dancing, and then Ben got behind the bar with her and put his hands around her waist, which was fine—and then slipped his hand up her skirt, but she was drunk enough to think that was funny.
Jaxon was right—she had taken off her own top, staring into Ben’s eyes all the while, feeling more than hearing the wild exhilarated whoops of delight coming from the men who’d gathered around. Jaxon was behind her, his hand pushing her skirt up to her waist as they twisted and ground against each other, while Ben pressed his lips against her throat and began squeezing her breasts in his hands, sending thrilling vibrations straight into her pussy, which was so hot and wet she was drenching Jaxon’s hand as he slid his fingers in and out, in and out.
“You were there,” she gasped now, staring at Jaxon. “You were—”
Somehow a woman had worked her way past the bar and now they were kissing and her delicate fingers were gentle against the soft flesh between her legs. Kiss her! And the three of them bent her backwards on top of the bar and opened her to their world, while she felt the woman’s soft lips against her pussy—
And that had been the end of her memories of that night. Cerise gasped—the woman had been Jaxon’s ex. This is how to do a woman properly, since you ain’t never figured that out yourself. Had she imagined hearing those words, or had someone actually said them to her? “What were you thinking?” she demanded, now. The headache was beginning to abate, but right now she preferred the pain of the hangover to any more memories from the night before.
“I wasn’t,” Jaxon muttered sullenly. “But it was Miles’s idea. We just never thought you was—”
“You find yourself another bartender,” she said, standing up and pulling her skirt down. “I’m going home. I’m taking a fucking shower. And I ain’t never working the bar here again.”
Miles came to see her late that evening but he left without convincing her to come back and keep the bar. “Look,” he’d said. “I understand that you’re a bit shaken by what happened last night but we need you otherwise the bar fails.”
“I got my barkeeping license two months ago,” she had snapped, as she slammed the door in his face. “Go find someone on Craigslist.”
Cerise was furious—she went to the gym late that night and ran on the treadmill until she could hardly stand, completely spent, because the urge to smash things against the walls of her apartment was overwhelming. How fucking dare they, she thought, as she showered. At least her anger was articulate now, instead of wave after wave of wordless fury and hate that made her want to destroy everything a la the Hulk. She took a turn or two at the punching bag, even—something that drew stares from the usual patrons. She thought about all of the horrible ways to die that she’d seen on TV, wondering which method to use on which brother—not that she was seriously entertaining the thought of killing them, but simply because her fury at them demanded that they suffer, even if it was all just in her head. How could they let me do those things? Why did they let me do those things? What were they thinking?
But eventually, sanity returned. By Sunday afternoon she’d accepted that what had been done was done, and now all she could do was move on with her life—without her stepbrothers. Being pissed off at them didn’t pay the rent or put food on the table, and when she checked her bank accounts she realized that while she might scrape by for another 30 days—if she ate ramen noodles for dinner every night like she had in college, if she stopped buying meat, if she was careful about not going over the limits with her phone—she was going to need another job, and fast.
She spent the rest of her weekend at the partition between her apartment’s kitchen and living room, which doubled as a breakfast bar and dining area. She used it as her desk—the rest of her one-bedroom didn’t have the space required for a good office setup, and it wasn’t as if she ate much at home, anyway. She hit up every job posting and fired off a volley of letters and resumes, hoping that her resume would catch the attention of someone, somewhere. It was probably a good thing that she wasn’t independently wealthy—her job hunt kept her too busy to obsess about ways to get back at Miles and Jaxon, but that didn’t mean her worries about the videos leaking had abated.
Thank God for little mercies. By Wednesday she was starting to feel a little optimistic; the reviewers who had been there either left before things got insanely crazy, or else they’d chosen not to write about it. The videos that did pop up were too shaky (thank God for strong liquor) to make much out besides that there was someone naked on top of the bar, but most of them forgot to focus and the ones that did weren’t interested in her face. And that at least nobody had thought to ask her for her name—not that she could remember, anyway. Cerise was an uncommon-enough name that doing a search for her would be easy—and if there was a video tagged with her name on it, she’d never be able to find another job in her life.
But by Friday she was starting to feel hopeful: nothing scandalous was coming up on Google searches for her name, and she’d even gotten a few replies from the companies that she’d applied to. And even though she hadn’t spoken to either Jaxon or Miles since that awful morning after the opening, they kept their promise to her-a third share of the profits—all the same. A week of deleting voicemails and ignoring text messages and blocking calls hadn’t released them from the contract they’d signed, and there was a nice fat three grand deposited into her account, with a digital memo to please, please, please come back and work for them. “Guy’s all right, but he don’t got that thing you do,” the little line concluded.
You mean he don’t got no tits, she thought sourly, as she debated whether to accept the money or not. Her job hunt was going well—she’d sent out fifty job applications by now and had already made arrangements to do her first few interviews for the following week. It wasn’t unreasonable to suppose that she’d make it all right without them, but three-thousand dollars—and that was just her share, too—after being open for exactly one week was tempting.
A girl needs to eat.
A girl needs to know that there are things that matter more than money. Still, there was no getting around the fact that dignity didn’t pay the bills.
She decided to sleep on it. It was Friday night—she could balance her virtual checkbook tomorrow when she wasn’t foggy-headed from crafting cover letters and tailoring her resume. A little beauty sleep would do her a lot of good—
There came a knock on the door of her apartment. “Who is it?”
“Cerise, that you?”
Ben Harmon. She wasn’t exactly glad to see him—she still remembered his hands on her body, but for some reason he was easier to forgive than her stepbrothers—but she couldn’t help grinning as she opened the door all the same. It wasn’t until he blinked, surprised, that she realized that she looked like a mess: still in sweatpants, a stretchy undershirt, her hair still in loose and sloppy twists winding around her head like Medusa. “Hey there,” he said, grinning at her. “You look lovely.”
“Please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Come on in. You don’t have to hide the fact that I look like something the cat dragged in.”
“Well, the cat has good taste,” he said.
She had to smile at that. “Want something to drink?” she asked, opening her refrigerator. Shit. She hadn’t gone shopping all week—she had a few cans of some random sodas that she’d filched from the supply closet at her last job (she reasoned that if she was “supposed” to drinking them then it didn’t matter when) and a quart of milk that had been dated sometime last week. “You know what?” she said, closing the door. “Maybe we should go out for drinks instead.”
“I’m game if you are,” he said. “Thought you’d be working the bar—”
“Not after what happened that first night,” she said. “Did you—”
He shrugged, turning ever-so-slightly darker with shame. “I didn’t do nothing to encourage you, if that’s what you’re sayin’. I mean, I’m sorry I got you to take that first shot, ‘cuz it led to all the shit that happened later, but I didn’t think it’d lead you to that—”
“So you were there, and you didn’t stop me?”
He put his hands up and said, “Wasn’t anything I could do,” he said. “You was flinging yourself at me and takin’ off all your clothes and all I could do was go along with it.”
“You make it sound like I forced you,” she said.
He looked away, and then back at her again. “I’m sorry,” he said, quietly. “I was drunk, and I’ve liked you since forever—I think part of me just wanted to, y’know, have you all to myself, ‘cuz I seen how you looked at me—I knew what you wanted. I know it was wrong of me, but your brother was there—I remember thinking that he’d beat the shit out of me if he thought it was wrong, so maybe it wasn’t so bad to begin with?”
She could feel the anger rising in her blood, a sharp, hot, stinging anger that reminded her of what she’d been avoiding all week: the fact that this had happened while her stepbrothers were there. They were supposed to look out for each other—they were supposed to be there for each other and they were supposed to catch each other before stupid shit like this happened. “Fuck Jaxon and Miles,” she snarled. She could forgive Ben—it’d been years since they’d last seen each other, some mixed signals were inevitable, and it wasn’t as if he was family or anything. He had nothing to lose. She could forgive him—that didn’t mean that she had to.
“Come on, Cerise—we were both drunk,” he said, plaintively now. “I swear, I ain’t like that normally.”
“No,” she said bitterly. “You just like that when I’m pourin’.”
“At least lemme take you out for dinner, then,” he said. “You know, to say ‘sorry’ and stuff.”
Well, your fridge is empty, she thought. “Fine,” she said, after a while. “Where we goin’?”
***
The Oyster Shack in Center City wasn’t her ideal for a dinner, even though it was posh in all of the right ways. She never liked to be reminded that her upbringing was decidedly quite a few income levels beneath the ones that could afford fresh oysters. Hell, it was a miracle that they could afford a chicken for Sunday night dinners; as it was just her mother and her, they’d eat it all week if they could.
She’d once bought three oysters on a trip down the shore, in Atlantic City—it’d been a drunken dare between her and her college friends at the time, and three oysters had been all she could afford. They did their vodka shot and then slid the mucoid creatures down their throats. Rhonda had gagged as it went down, but she got it down in the end and didn’t throw it back up, unlike Aisha, who’d run underneath the pier five seconds later. But Cerise had managed it—easy-peasy, as if she’d been slurping those suckers down her whole life. “It tastes like cum.” Cerise didn’t remember who’d said that but for some reason the words had stuck in her mind, and made her confused about giving blow jobs.
All of which she confessed to Ben now, sitting across from the table at him, in the pause between the arrival of the wine and the appetizers. So this was why he’d been willing to wait the twenty minutes—that was how long it’d taken her to piece together her outfit: a cotton summer dress with a halter top and a silk scarf, ballet flats. Pretty, but not ostentatious—something that a “good girl” would wear on a date with her boyfriend, and as they’d made their way from the subway station to the restaurant she was aware of how many admiring looks they’d received. We do make a nice couple, she thought, as the waiter drizzled a light vinagrette on the half-dozen slime puddles on a bed of ice in front of them. “Enjoy,” said the young man pleasantly enough, backing away with a little half bow.
“Come on, admit it, you never thought I’d mean dinner,” Ben said now, a big smile cracking across your face. “Bet you didn’t think I’d be doing so well, didja?”
“Is it that obvious?” she asked, making sure that the teasing note was in her voice.
He shrugged and picked one up, tilted his head back, and tilted the creature down his throat. “Mm,” he said. “You oughta try one.”
As she picked it up she suddenly realized that this was some kind of test: swallow the oyster and pass, gag on it and fail. But the consequences of passing or failing were lost on her. They’d gotten along all right last week, but she wasn’t sure she wanted a boyfriend just down. She was okay with her life right now—she’d be better if she could figure out what to do about Jaxon and Miles—being single and hanging out with her friends and doing projects and things just because they were fun, well, who wouldn’t like it. But a boyfriend—she was flattered, but even as she tried to think of a way to politely-but-firmly tell him she wasn’t interested, she could feel his eyes on her, expectant.
She tilted the little thing into her mouth, feeling the cold quiver as it slid down her throat, surprised at how bright and light the vinagrette made it. “That’s—that’s actually really good!” she said, surprised.
“Better than cum?” he asked, and he reached across the table and took her hand.
“I wouldn’t know,” she said. “I’ve heard it tastes different for each guy, and whether they dip their cocks in salad dressing beforehand.”
“Whoa—that’s kinky!”
“I’m not actually into that,” she said quickly, lest the night end with him getting his cock stuck in a bottle of ranch.
“All right, I’ll bite—what are you into?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, slowly. “I know what I’m not into,” she added, “if that helps.”
He took another oyster. “So then, what aren’t you into?”
“Do we really have to discss this now?” she asked.
“Not if you don’t want to,” he said.
“What are you doing now?” she asked, with no small amount of relief. How the conversation took that hard of a turn left was beyond her. Starting over, with the default first-date-small-talk, as probably the best that was going to happen.
“I’m a biology professor at Penn,” he said, mildly.
“You’re what?” she gasped. “That’s incredible!”
“Oh, don’t get your hopes up just yet. The wait-list for getting tenure is at least another decade.”
“But you always said you wanted to teach,” she said. “I’m glad that one of us is getting to live out their dreams, at least.”
“You’re not?” he asked, tenderly. “I mean, I gathered from the barkeeping gig that things took a little detour.”
She smiled sadly. “That was a venture my stepbrothers persuaded me to get into with them,” she said. “Promised me an easy gig, a one-third share of the profits if I went in with them for the costs. Gave them my savings that I was going to use to start a life in France. I was going to be an artist,” she said, sighing.
“I’d love to see your portfolio,” he said. “What do you draw?”
Her heart jumped into her throat at those words: she drew anime, which most people didn’t get and the ones that did invariably asked her about hentai, which was tacky and full of silly and random tropes, in her opinion. “I do anime,” she said, after a moment, watching his face, bracing herself to get up and leave at the slightest hint of ridicule. She was not going sit here and take it.
“That’s cool,” he said. “Teenage-diary drama, or kaiju and space monsters?”
Their main courses arrived at that moment, saving her from having to be astounded that he wasn’t laughing at her choice of medium. The waiter lifted the cloches, revealing a ceviched scallop for her, the translucent slices arranged into a delicate fan, decorated with sprinkles of some sweet-smelling green herb and brushed with a clear, lemony sauce. For him, he’d ordered a lobster tail, artfully butterflied and draped with silvery-white threads, and somehow the effect was that it was peeking out from under a layer of snow. When she tasted it she found herself wanting more of the sauce, a fact that annoyed her until she realized that was the effect the chef wanted.
“It’s delicious,” she said, to his unspoken question.
“Is my apology accepted?”
“Very well,” she said, feigning petulance. “But if my brothers put you up to this you can tell them to go—”
“They didn’t,” he said. “It just felt wrong, to leave you like that—I really did want to say sorry to you.”
“But?”
“But, well, I can’t say that I’d be devastated if you’d agree to a second date with me.”
“That’s a little forward,” she said, “considering that you haven’t brought this one to a proper conclusion yet.”
He squinted at her, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, but he only raised his glass. She raised hers, too, not really sure what they were toasting, and even though her gut was saying, “I don’t think this is such a hot idea” she could feel herself throwing caution out the door—it was just one night, why not have a good time?
By the time they got back to her place it was late, almost eleven. “Where does the time go?” he murmured, as they rode the elevator up to her apartment.
She wished she knew. The evening had been wonderful—they’d talked about old friends that they both knew, former lovers that they’d lost, and his time in the army. “Two tours of duty,” he’d said, laughing in a way that made it clear he was hiding something, “in the shittiest places on earth, with people shooting at us left and right and IEDs popping up every other day, and I’m still too chicken to walk into Kensington alone.”
“Kensington isn’t that bad,” she’d said. “They aren’t smart enough to make bombs.”
He’d raised his eyebrows when she’d said that and smiled.
Now, as they were walking down the hall to her apartment, she wondered if this was what people meant when they said, “Love at first sight”, because she had spent the entire evening with him, talking with him and not to him. She knew more about him after four hours than she knew about men she’d dated for four months, and she was already felt as if her life wouldn’t be complete without him. There was a quiet desperation in the way their hands clasped each other, as if they couldn’t bear to let go
“Thanks,” she said, as she opened the door to her apartment. It was that awkward moment of a date, when she should be offering coffee except that a) she didn’t have any coffee and b) it was obvious that what they both wanted wasn’t coffee. At some point after dessert but before the dinner mint, their pretenses dropped away and it was all they could do to make it back to his car in the parking garage, his hands wandering up her thigh and playing peek-a-boo with her pussy behind her panties. It’d been fun, but now as she closed the door behind him things took a more serious turn. This wasn’t just about a good time anymore, and as she gazed into his eyes she could feel his soul surrender to hers. There was nothing that he wouldn’t do for her at that moment; and strangely enough, she felt the same way.
The kiss happened. She didn’t know who started it, but his lips were searching against hers, and as she tasted him and the lingering traces of the dinner mint on his teeth and tongue she became aware of something happening inside of her—it felt as if her heart had cracked, and there was some kind of warm, liquid light streaming out from it, reaching every last fiber of her being and illuminating her with a love that surprised her with its ferocity and urgency. Suddenly she was clinging to him with a desperation that she’d never known, a dizzying, almost frightening sense of need that had taken her over without her being aware that she was even capable of such need.
She was not a desperate person: she’d spent her entire life playing things safe, and even when she was in a tight spot she didn’t lose her cool, she kept her head and played the game and found her exits and kicked ass whenever she got the chance. But something about the way he touched her now, careful, slowly, savoring her curves even as he undid the halter to her dress one thread at a time, leaving her exposed, as if to say to the universe, “See, this is beauty,” kindled a flame inside her. She felt herself surrendering to his touch, letting him take everything—his fingers found their way to her clit and they began to pulse against it, each press weakening her knees until he lowered her onto her sofa.
He kissed her again, pressing warm gifts against her skin all the way down her throat. His lips were soft and smooth on her breasts, and when he took her nipple in his mouth he didn’t pinch her between his teeth. Instead, he mouthed her gently, insistently, sucking on it, pulling all of her awareness into her breasts—and then he ghosted his tongue over the tip, sending a shivering bolt of electric passion running through her spine, arching her back and slicking the folds between her legs with the hot scents of animal passion.
He opened her to the world and drank her in, his tongue flicking the soft skin of her pussy and worming its way inside her, rendering her helpless with waves of ecstasy that, for some reason, couldn’t make it past her solar plexus—she needed to close her legs, she needed to come, and he wouldn’t let her, forcing her knees apart the way he did. She groaned and cried out in her need, her body’s desires too strong to be contained. If he didn’t—
His cock was inside her all of a sudden—her body almost couldn’t contain it. She could feel herself straining around him, and as he went deeper and deeper she felt him touch a spot inside her that she didn’t know existed. Just once, and then twice—and all of a sudden all of that ecstasy had had been building up inside her ripped through her body. Her mind shut down, and all she could see was stars.
She woke up the next morning, in her own bed, to the smell of coffee. She was still naked, but she was at least under the covers this time. Ben called, “Be about ten minutes,” from the kitchen, and she heard the ticking of the gas as he fired up the stove.
Her body felt new—she got into the shower and could feel every last drop of water on her skin, creeping over every nerve with the same delicacy of touch. Her breasts were especially sensitive—she groaned as she washed them, the same electricity arching through them when she touched herself as when he’d mouthed her the night before. She couldn’t stand to have the towel against her naked skin. She wrapped her hair and stood looking at herself in front of the mirror, wondering what could have changed so much between yesterday and this morning. Her body—the twin eyes of her breasts, the swoop and dip of her hips and waist—seemed to stare back at her.
She reached between her legs and spread apart the folds, marveling at the sweet pinkness of the flesh down there, how smoothly intricate it was. So that’s what I look like, she thought, and she remembered the strange woman who’d kissed her there. She wondered what she tasted like.
She heard Ben come back into the bedroom. He’d set a tray down on her bed, a tray carrying an omelet and two mugs of coffee, and he’d also bought strawberries and arranged them on the plate. She stepped out of the bathroom naked except for the towel around her hair, and grinned when she saw his eyes grow wide. “Please don’t dress,” he said, as she reached for her robe. “I want to see how beautiful you are, all morning. I want to show you off to the world—”
“I’m not one for public nudity,” she said, but she climbed into the bed naked again, arching her back slightly so that her breasts were level with his face.
“That’s a shame,” he said, kissing her nipples, running his tongue around them, coaxing them to hardness. “It oughta be a crime to keep something so beautiful out of sight. I could sit here and kiss you all day.
“And I could sit here and—”
She heard the sound of the key in her door. What the—she sat up, too angry to worry about modesty: Miles and Jaxon had copies of the key to her apartment, just as she had a key to their places, as a precaution against getting locked out. But coming in without being asked—that was a step too far.
“Cerise—” Jaxon said, coming into the bedroom just as she was getting up to put on her robe. His eyes took in the breakfast on the bed, Ben sitting in the bed, his arm entwined around her waist, her nakedness—and he realized what he’d walked into.
And then Miles came in behind him, saying, “Cerise—look, we’re—”
It was silent for what seemed like forever, as the four of them stared at each other—mostly at Cerise, and she was too petrified with shame to move. Ben spoke first, “Well,” he said, his voice sounding oddly strangled. “I’d better get going.”
Jaxon and Miles moved away to let him out. She could hear him gathering his things, and then the door slammed shut. Still, the silence hung in the air, but it seemed that, with Ben gone, her modesty recovered itself and she wrapped the robe around her body. “What the hell are you two doing here?” she demanded.
“What the hell are you doing with a man like Ben?” Miles asked. “Don’t you know—”
“He apologized to me, which is more than either of you have done,” she snapped.
“We’ve been trying to reach you—”
“Not hard enough,” she retorted, folding her arms and scowling.
Miles and Jaxon both grimaced. What can I say, she thought. I have standards for the guys in my life. “I told you we should’ve gone to see her,” Jaxon murmured to Miles out of the corner of his mouth.
“She wouldn’t have let us in,” Miles said, but he was staring at Cerise as he said it.
“Sayin’ ‘sorry’ isn’t something that has to be done here,” she said.
Miles didn’t have a comeback for that. Finally he gulped and said, “Look, Cerise, we need you, ‘kay? Guy is all right for the weekdays, but he don’t get ‘em the way you do. We’re sorry. Truly, deeply, from-the-bottom-of-my soul sorry, about what happened to you. We’ve been going back through footage of the night—we think Ben drugged you.”
“Get out,” she snarled. Bad enough that they’d let her do a striptease on top of the bar, now they were trying to pin it on the one guy who’d actually had the balls to apologize?
“I told you she wouldn’t believe you,” Jaxon said.
Miles sighed and set down a USB stick on her dresser. “At least think about it,” he said. “It happens at ten before midnight. Please, just please come back to us. We need you for the weekends, at least. I’ll keep a water bottle under the bar for you, and Jaxon will watch your drinks while you’re pouring.”
It sounded like a reasonable plan and they’d clearly thought through ways to keep it from happening again, but there was one thing that Cerise wanted to hear that she still hadn’t heard yet. She waited, keeping her face a blank slate, even though their visible discomfort made her want to smirk and pump her fist in victory. Finally, Jaxon said, “And we’ll watch out for you and not take advantage of you.”
“There,” she said, coldly. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Miles and Jaxon glanced at each other, wondering what else she expected of them. Finally, Miles said, “Look, Cerise—the reason we didn’t want to come over—”
“Yeah?” she said, escorting them out of her bedroom. “You tryin’ to make excuses again?”
Miles gulped and said, “No ma’am. But it’s—”
And then Jaxon grabbed her arm and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry,” he grunted. “I’m sorry it took us so long to apologize to you. I’m sorry that it took what happened last week for us to get the balls to do this—”
He’d said, “Us.” But it couldn’t happen. Not even if she wanted to.
Did she want to? And Miles was touching her, now, too, tugging the robe away. “Jaxon—” We have to stop. We can’t.
He kissed her again, with a fierceness that surprised her—her first response was to freeze out of surprise, but then he did something with his lips that sent a bolt of pure pleasure straight through the very core of her being, and her body, still a mess of jangling nerves from the night before, responded by returning the kiss before her thoughts could catch up. He’s your stepbrother—
But then she felt Miles reaching around her from behind, his lips against her throat, his fingers on her breasts, a slow grinding rhythm working its way between them, their bodies swaying in sync against hers, the gentle pulse of one hip against another, the hypnotic swaying that lulled the part of her that was panicking about them being her stepbrothers to sleep.
And then Jaxon dropped to his knees and began kissing her feet, working his way slowly but surely upwards, gently pressing her knees apart when he got there. Miles had shifted to her side, now—he took her leg and held it up against his body, opening her for his brother—the barest touch of his finger on her clit and her thigh glistened with the wetness, the heat perfuming the air with the scent of her—salty, with that trace of muskiness that made Jaxon lose his patience entirely and all of sudden he was lapping away at her pussy and suckling at her clit, sending wave after wave of crazy through her body—a mix of joy and lust and desire, making her want more and more and more even though her body couldn’t take it anymore, and a cry rose up through her at the injustice of it all.
She felt Miles pressing himself against her, his cock twitching anxiously against the fabric of his pants, and for a moment his hand fell away from her breast to free himself. Without him, she fell to her knees in front of Jaxon, who’d also managed to disentangle himself from his pants at some point when he was making her go crazy.
He was big, and she was till tender and raw from the night before, so everything was magnified a thousand-fold, it seemed. Every twinge from taking him inside her became an exquisite, joyous agony, every time he thrust into that spot deep inside her, her body seized around him, clenching him for more, even as she knew she couldn’t take it.
She wanted them to go on forever—she wanted them to stop—the twin desires left her incapable of speaking as Miles shoved himself, groaning and moaning, up her ass. There were no words to describe the feeling of heaviness in her as they both began rocking and thrusting together, gently at first, and then harder, stoking a kind of pleasure that she felt in her bones. On some level she was vaguely aware that she had a body, and that they were doing things to it—Jaxon was nipping at her nipples, sending little squirts of pain to pull her back down to earth—but she was riding a wave of ecstasy higher and higher, and it was too much—one mind couldn’t handle this—
But it can.
She woke up in her bed again, naked again, unsure of whether the threesome with her twin stepbrothers had really happened. God, she thought, as remorse overwhelmed her. I’m such a slut. She’d slept with Ben, and then her stepbrothers—but that couldn’t have been real, could it? They were her stepbrothers, after all—it couldn’t have happened like that.
She took another shower, still just as confused and bewildered by what she’d done. On the one hand, it wasn’t technically criminal—and it wasn’t even really incest—they were her stepbrothers, after all. But they were her stepbrothers, which somehow made it different—
—and oddly enough, special, in its own way. As she washed away their cum, she realized that she hadn’t felt this calm in a long time. Her body felt more like her own, no longer the jangling mess of confused and twinging nerves that she’d been earlier in the day. She felt as if her movements were more sure, and as she put on makeup and a plain light blue button-down and slacks, she understood what had changed: Ben was just for fun—she would’ve been fine if he’d actually stayed for coffee and then left. They might have been best friends in another life but they’d never be anything more than that. But what had happened between her and Jaxon and Miles had been special—confirmation of what they’d known since the day they’d met, at some level—that they were meant to be. That was the only explanation for why, even though she knew it was wrong, it still felt so right. You can only be yourself if you’re true to who you are. The quote popped up, unbidden, in her head, though as she grabbed her keys she couldn’t think of anybody who’d actually said it.
She was getting ready to leave—a night out at the Salty Dog or some other bar was as good a way as any of spending Saturday night, and she could text Ben when she settled on the right place to tell him it wasn’t going to work out—when Miles’s USB stick caught her eye, and his accusation about what Ben had done came back to her.
In the heat of the moment she’d chalked it up to jealousy but now, calmer, she wasn’t quite so sure about that it had been an empty accusation. Miles wouldn’t have given her the USB stick otherwise.
Do you really want to know?
Just a little peek.
She couldn’t see it: Ben, drugging a girl’s drink in a bar that was known to have security cameras—
And then she recalled that they hadn’t had time to put up the “Smile! You’re being watched by the most sophisticated video surveillance system in the world!” signs before they’d opened. “Well,” Jaxon had said, “it’s not as if we’re going to get robbed before we have any money.” The cameras were well-hidden, too, concealed in the shafts in the ceiling that carried the wires criss-crossing the entire club, linking the sound systems and lights. Nobody who was looking for a camera would see them.
She felt a chill in her gut as she plugged the USB stick into her laptop. There were six feeds, one above each bathroom door, one over the bar, one watching the parking lot, and three covering the rest of the club. It wasn’t too hard to figure out which feed to fast-forward through. For ten minutes, then, she watched herself serving drinks to the crowd around the bar. Her glass was sitting behind the bar—where it should have been safe.
It was so fast she’d have missed it if Miles hadn’t told her when to look: Ben leaned behind the bar, looking like he was reaching for a napkin—and then his hand drifted over her glass and that was it. That was all it took. Five minutes later she watched herself take another sip from the glass—and at fifteen minutes past midnight, she was dancing on the bar.
She ran into the bathroom and threw up.
When she came out of the bathroom she was so furious she was shaking. That man had made her do those things—that man whom she thought she liked so much—that man had slipped something into her drink. A part of her knew that the right thing to do would have been to call the police, but the part of her that screamed for revenge wouldn’t let up. She drove to the Azure Code, trying to think of (legal) things she could do to Ben to get back at him, but her anger made it impossible to think straight. She wanted to drug him, to hurt him—maybe flay him and have him walk down the streets stark-naked. That might be justice. Or maybe walk him out to the overpass above I-95 and make him balance across it—if he lived, she’d forgive him. If he fell off…well.
The darker angels of her soul were still having a field day with what she wanted to do to Ben when she arrived at the Azure Code. She put those thoughts out of her head for a moment: first there was the matter of admitting that Miles had been right—a task that was, for some strange reason, always harder than it should have been, given that he was literally a rocket scientist. Or rather he had been, until he bought and turned Azure Code into something that made it rain buckets of money.
“You saw it,” Miles said, when she walked in. It wasn’t a question. He was wiping down the bar, while Jaxon was mopping up the floors.
“What are we going to do about it?” she asked, taking a seat at the bar.
“Oh, it’s ‘we’ now, is it?” Jaxon asked, grinning.
She swallowed her pride. It was hard to do, but after a moment’s silence she finally said, “I’m sorry I blamed you for everything. I should’ve listened to you.”
Miles shrugged. “It’s like I told you when I first started this thing,” he said. “All for one, one for all.”
Jaxon came over to her, bouncing with glee: “You have no idea what we’ve got planned for Ben if he ever comes back again.”
Jaxon wasn’t the kind of guy who harbored grudges or killed other people, but then again, neither was he the kind of guy who put much thought into the consequences of his actions, and Cerise felt a little twinge of apprehension as she asked, “Do I want to know?”
He shook his head, suddenly much calmer. “I’m just playin’ with you,” he said. “Ain’t nothing to do. Everything fun is illegal, everything legal ain’t fun.”
“Not everything,” said Miles.
“Are we going to kill him?” asked Jaxon.
“Of course not.”
“Then it is everything.”
“No,” said Miles. “I’ll tell you what we’re going to do. Cerise, you text Ben, tell him that you’re filling in for this one night. You make yourself two drinks, keep one hidden behind the bar, and leave your drink out there, in the same place as last time, and Jaxon will be watching Ben like a hawk from the moment he walks in. As soon as Jaxon sees Ben doing something funny, he’ll text you.
“Now, here’s the hard part: Cerise, you’re going to have to switch the tainted drink for the one that you made earlier. You’re going to have to be seen drinking from the untainted one—and then carry one with business as usual. If you can, keep at least one drink under the bar, out of sight.”
“What’s the play?” asked Jaxon.
Cerise nodded, understanding now: “Ben is going to flip at some point when he thinks I’ve been drinking his shit all night, and when he does, we’ll have video cameras watching his every move.”
Jaxon whistled. “Damn bro,” he said. “That’s one hell of a good plan.”
Miles grinned. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s finish this fucker once and for all.”
Cerise had to smile as she donned the apron and began setting down the coasters as the first customers walked in. This was where she belonged—with her stepbrothers, through thick and thin. And, she had to admit, making Ben Harmon see red was going to be fun, as well. They could do anything, as long as they did it together.
And not everything that felt so wrong was actually wrong – their together now seemed so right! They were going to be like that forever – together forever – “All for one, one for all.”
DOUBLE DARE
CHAPTER 1
I sat in the chair and let the makeup artist work her magic as I listened to the activity around me. I remembered asking my agent if I really needed to do this fashion show since I was an established plus sized model here in New York, but she assured me that it was a charity of sorts by a well-known architecture company and for a great cause, helping the local hospital in the interest of sick children. I would be walking the runway in fashions by an up and coming designer who’d recently graduated from Parsons at the top of her class.
I think her name was Valerie something. I wasn’t interested in work that didn’t pay cash, but Monica assured me that this would be fantastic
exposure, and my agent hadn’t steered me wrong. I’d forgiven her for the calls that were for skimpy barely there lingerie a few years ago since they presented themselves as a legitimate clothing store.
I was a bigger model at size eighteen, but my curves were firm and sexy. My favorite look that I had was the highlighted loose curls that I’d given in to when I was young, highlighted in a soft honey shade, completely natural and wild. My sister shared my hair and taught me how to treat it and what products to use, and so far, it had done well for my modeling career. I also had some green eyes that while dark, could lighten depending on my mood. I wasn’t good at hiding my feelings about too much, and they’d flash as my voice started rising when I was irritated.
“Your skin is amazing. You look about nineteen!” The cute blue-haired artist told me as she brushed something over my broad cheekbones. I was twenty-six, so I liked that. “I barely need any foundation with this gorgeous caramel tone and I never say that.”
“Thanks,” I told her as my eyes darted to the mirror to make sure I didn’t look awful. I’d been zoning out since I got here, tired from staying out late with my roommate at a club opening the night before. We had stayed a bit later than necessary and enjoyed the free drinks more than I normally did.
I looked good, and she’d added some highlighter on my skin that popped out in an alluring way. It would look great with the slinky red dress that I was wearing tonight, and she’d done a great job darkening my eyes with smoky colors and great blending. “Ah, thanks. I like this. Can you do my face on a regular basis?” A lot of them took away from my skin color, and I would have to have them fix their errors.
“I’d love to. What do you think about a glossy red on these full lips? I hear you’re wearing a red dress tonight?” She asked, and I nodded as I raised an eyebrow. She giggled. “They tell me this stuff before the models come in.”
“I thought you were psychic,” I replied with a smile as she shook her head and grinned. “I like that idea.”
I was done within a few minutes, and I thanked her and headed to wardrobe as I tugged on the low messy bun that the man had done in my hair. It showed my curls but suited the dress, and I smiled as I pushed the door open and watched the madness for a moment. Models were running everywhere with clothes in their hands, and people were barking at them as I shook my head slowly. This was the reason I preferred solo work and photo shoots. I ran my hands down my yoga pants and stepped forward to the platinum blonde I’d spoken to earlier, who looked completely frazzled by this point. “Hi. I am here for my dress,” I told her as she asked me my name. “Trina James.”
Her tired brown eyes searched the paper on her clipboard, and she glanced up at me and pointed to the corner of the room. “Over there, number fifteen. There’s a place to change right there.”
“Thanks,” I told her as I smiled and turned to search the room with my eyes. The little curtained off areas weren’t the best conditions for getting some of the clothing that I’d worn on, but it was the nature of these events. I walked over to the spot where my dress was hung and stepped inside of the thin blue material as the noise level increased around me. I was quick to slide it on, and I made sure that it was covering everything before I stepped out, thought it was cut in such a way that it showed off all of my curves. I looked in the mirror and slipped my feet into the Louboutin heels that brought me from five foot nine to over six feet tall.
I needed some quiet, so I left the room to put on the black choker and earrings in the hallway as I reminded myself to never take a job like this again. Models were hard to deal with on a smaller scale, and this was chaos. I walked over to where we’d be entering the stage area, early enough to be on my own and find a seat as I prepped myself for this. These things were always bright lights and loud music, usually with a rambunctious audience that was drunk from the cocktails and little food they’d eaten over the dinner they paid top dollar for. I smoothed my hands over the top that was tied around my neck and cut daringly with a good tease of my cleavage. I knew not to mess with my face or press my lips together from the near ten years of experience that I’d gained, but I was nervous about this evening. I wasn’t sure just why, but my stomach fluttered as I heard other models approaching.
They were all dressed up in revealing dresses of various colors, and I had to admit that the designer had a good style about her. I’d opted to wear only one and be out of there since I wasn’t fond of the quick changes and Monica had grudgingly agreed. I might stick around in the back and check out some of the other clothes, but that was my limit. I wasn’t getting paid for this.
CHAPTER 2
The announcer stopped the music that was playing to announce the fashion show and the designer, Valerie Bacceli. She bounced by us, tiny and young in a black dress with an edge. She looked happy, and I smiled as she walked out and waved to everyone before answering the questions the man asked her. She was flustered and nervous and absolutely adorable. The crowd cheered obnoxiously, and I waited as they started calling our names to walk the long runway. I was the sixth model and walked out to a Sade song that I favored.
I walked to the sensual beat; shoulders raised and eyes forward as I let them pass over the vague crowd as if I could see them. I wanted to make Valerie look good, and I knew damn good and well how to own a dress. I flirted and swayed before making a turn at the end to show off every part of the dress from every angle. I paused for a moment as I felt someone staring hard at me and blinked before I started back towards the exit. It seemed to take forever, and I was happy to step into the dimly lit hallway as the next girl took the stage. I was done for the night, but I figured that I’d change back into my clothes and watch a little more from the back just to see more details in the clothes.
Once I was changed into my yoga pants and sweater, I was surprised when the blonde handed me a bag in the changing room. “What’s this?” I peeked inside to see the dress I’d modeled as well as the heels and I stared at her. I was only in the bathroom for a few minutes rinsing off my makeup. “Why are you giving this to me?”
“I was told by my sponsors to give that to you since they thought you looked so beautiful in it. There’s some paperwork that you’ll want to read as well.” She gave me a bright smile, and I tilted my head as red flags showed up everywhere in my mind.
“Who might the sponsors be?” I inquired as she laughed.
“Brighton Architecture, among other businesses all over the world.” That’s right. My agent told me about them, but I’d hardly paid attention.
“Do they do these kinds of things often?” My question seemed to fluster her, and she shrugged mysteriously. “Have a good night.”
“Thanks. You, too.” I left with my purse slung over my body and the bag in my hand and skirted around the crowd to watch some of the remaining show. The dresses were quite impressive, but I found it odd that none of the other models seemed to be leaving with a bag like mine. I was at the bar ordering a drink when I felt someone beside me.
“You’re the sixth model, correct?” I turned to see a handsome man sitting beside me, muscled and dark and a few years older than my twenty-three years.
“I am. How do you remember me?” I asked as he smiled seductively and extended his hand.
“Colton Brighton. Trina, was it?” He asked, and a lightbulb flashed in my mind.
“Brighton as in the company?” He nodded, and I wondered what he did there. The man couldn’t be older than thirty. “You sponsored this event?”
“My company did, yes.” He said easily as a man that looked just like him came to stand beside him. I looked from one to the other and wondered what kind of family would produce such gorgeous people, twins at that. “This is my brother, Declan.” I shook his hand as we greeted each other and could immediately sense some tension thick in the air. I wasn’t sure if it was of a sexual nature since they were some of the hottest men I’d laid eyes on and I’d be crazy not to think a few dirty thoughts. I also sensed it between the siblings as I looked them over. “We own the company.”
“Did you send the dress and shoes with me?” I asked them directly, and one of them smirked as Colton smiled widely. Colton seemed to know more about it, and he nodded. “Why?”
“You were stunning in it. It belongs on your body,” Colton’s deep blue eyes drifted down my now covered curves, and I felt my skin heat up as I licked my lips. “There’s also an invitation of sorts in the bag.” Declan looked at his brother and brushed back the dark hair that hung slightly in his face as he waited for the answer. Colton’s hair was cut shorter and slicked back some, and I couldn’t decide who was more handsome. “We’re looking to shoot some ad shots in a few places that we’re going to be building in, and we’re interested in you as a model. That was the actual reason for this show, to be honest. You won our vote.”
“I didn’t hear anything about a contest when I signed up for this.” Colton shrugged.
“We didn’t want it to be hard on the models and add more stress then there already is backstage. None of them knew.” He leaned closer to me, and I could smell his intoxicating cologne that reminded me of a lush forest with a hint of spice. “You are one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen.”
“Thanks,” I found myself flustered which was unlike me, having made my way up from the bottom in this industry.
“There’s a breakdown of our plans inside a portfolio in the bag. It will serve as a lovely vacation as well with a lot of extracurricular activities when you’re not working.” For a fleeting second, I considered the activities to be a menage with these men, though they seemed too competitive to share anything in my eyes. It was clear just watching Declan get frustrated with Colton’s advances towards me. “There’s a number in there to call. Please let us know by the end of the week once you’ve reviewed everything.” Colton looked at his brother as he stepped away after kissing my cheek and bidding me farewell. I looked at the bartender as he slipped me my drink with a smile and assured me that it was covered.
I watched as the brothers seemed to argue as women approached them the entire way until they reached a table and sat down. They didn’t pay attention to any of them even though they were beautiful and built a lot differently than I was.
This was a weird night.
CHAPTER 3
I headed home once everything died down and sat on the futon in the tiny living room of my one bedroom apartment. I found the portfolio that outlined the offer, which included three weeks in Belize and the surrounding beaches since they had plans for a big resort chain over there. It included a round trip flight first class and lodging in various five-star places in the locations that we’d be shooting at. Both of the brothers would come to overlook the shoot, which made sense since they were owners. Still, though, I was nervous about having them around to watch me since they already did wild things to my imagination.
When I got to the part about payment for the job, my eyes popped out of my head. They were offering a salary that I could generally make in a few months working steadily in town. That would get me ahead so I could think about a backup plan, such as school. I’d skipped it to move here and stay with a friend until I got some work and my own apartment.
I decided to take the risk, and I called my agent to tell her about the offer. She was thrilled and since I didn’t have a lot going on over the next few weeks since it was Fall here. They did less outdoor shootings, particularly with the rain we’d been having. That was another reason that I’d agreed to do the fashion show, and it apparently paid off for me. Monica assured me that I should take this job and even popped over to read through the contract in her excitement. “Trina! This is incredible money and with the expensed paid for, I think this is a great opportunity. I think you should go.”
“It’s too good, isn’t it?” She gave me a strange look, and I nibbled on my lip. “I didn’t know there was any kind of contest at the show. They say that I won something, but they’re paying me so much.”
“You’re a beautiful woman, Trina. They should pay you,” Monica smiled and looked down at the papers again. “This isn’t that unusual. Companies like Brighton pay millions for their advertising.”
“Do they use models regularly?”
“They build in some beautiful places, so yes. It’s not unheard of.” She grinned at me. “This is a fantastic chance for you. Go for it and have some fun somewhere beautiful.”
I made the call the following day and spoke to Declan, who sounded surprised that I accepted the offer. He took down my address and phone number, explaining that I would be receiving items for the trip. We were leaving in three days…together. A flight with those guys would be torture. “We’ll pick you up in a town car and take you to the airport. How does seven am Friday morning sound?”
“Perfect,” I replied as I heard a dark chuckle at the other end of the line.
“I look forward to it, Trina,” his voice promised sin before he ended the call and I dropped back onto the couch with a sigh.
Within a day, packages were being delivered to my apartment. I got a beautiful set of luggage in a lovely red color and so many clothes. There were bikinis, dresses, shorts and tops and all of them were sexy and revealing. I looked at the sizes, and they were dead on, and I remembered the fashion show. I blushed at the lingerie that I found in some boxes from a very prestigious store in the city and looked through the lace and the satin that made me wish I was going with a lover. Maybe I’d meet someone. It had been a while since I’d dated, even casually.
I’d never even slept with anybody yet. I was selective, and I wanted it to be right. Here I was fantasizing about two gorgeous men!
My mind wandered back to the brothers, and I bit my lip as I thought about them. They were both so handsome, and Colton attracted me with his bold flirtations while Declan seemed to offer a more subtle invitation. Either one was appealing, and the idea of sharing them was beyond my wildest dreams. I giggled and called Monica if all of this stuff was normal. “Look, I did some digging, and they don’t work on ads too much, Trina. When they do, these guys go all in with their expenses, so enjoy it. They’re gorgeous too!” She whistled on her end, and I laughed. “I’d have a hard time keeping my hands off of them, and I do mean both of them. Live vicariously for me!”
I managed to pack everything into the suitcases that they sent me as well as a few comforts from home. I needed them to feel like I was still myself since this was like a dream. I set everything by the door and chose a soft pink dress with some sandals for the flight, along with a cardigan sweater. I slept fitfully that night and woke up early to shower and make some coffee. I dressed in my outfit as I stared outside and watched the city come to life as the sun rose.
I walked out of my apartment and locked the door as I took a deep breath. I rolled the large suitcase to the elevator and managed to fit the smaller one above it so I could toss my purse over my body. I went through my checklist in my head to assure myself that I didn’t forget anything and stepped out to the curb to see a sleek black car pulled up and waiting. The door opened, and Colton stepped forward, looking fresh in his black slacks and a buttoned up white shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck. “Good morning, Trina. You look lovely,” he looked me over as I stepped forward and got lost in his eyes. A man stepped out of the driver’s seat to put my luggage in the back and Colton gestured for me to get into the car with his big hand as I licked my lips.
Declan sat on my left, and I moved across from him as Colton moved back to sit beside me. It was a roomy car, but it felt small as the heat inside made me start to sweat. “You look beautiful,” Declan told me as I smiled and thanked him. He was dressed as his brother was but in a light blue shirt that brought out the blue in his eyes and I found myself staring at him for a moment. “Ready for some fun?”
“I am thinking of this as business, seeing that you’re paying me generously for this.” I hinted as I looked at them with a slow smile.
“We have a generous budget for marketing. It’s everything to a company.” I looked at Colton as he offered me coffee after that phrase. “We stopped by Starbucks. There’s black as well a cafe mocha and that caramel drink they serve. I always forget the name.”
“That one sounds good. Caramel.” He handed me a tall cup, and I noticed that the brothers had their own beside them. “Thank you.” I didn’t want to admit how much coffee I’d had waiting for this moment. We made the drive to the airport through all of the traffic heading to morning jobs. Once we cleared that, I was surprised to drive right through the gate and up to a private plane that was parked away from the bigger passenger jets. I was stunned since I thought we were flying commercial. “A private plane?” I squeaked as Declan grinned at me.
“Company perk,” he winked at me as I blushed and felt Colton stiffen beside me. He left the car first, and I watched as the driver and another man unloaded the trunk and got all of our bags into the plane before Colton held out his hand to assist me onboard. It was beautiful with large seats that were spread apart with something that looked like a room in the back. The plane would hold twelve people, and I looked around with a smile. “There’s a bedroom back there should you need to rest. It’s quite comfortable,” Declan said behind me as I turned to look at him. His eyes offered company if I wanted it and I stared at him before I felt a hand brush my lower back.
“Want to join me in the seats, Trina?” Their voices started to blend together, and I allowed Colton to take me to a place as I tried to catch my breath. We buckled our seat belts as instructed as I looked at Declan across the aisle from me as he sipped the coffee. The engine fired up, smooth and quiet until we took off and soared into the sky. I gasped and felt a hand cover mine as I looked at Colton. “It’s a rush, Trina. We’ll even out in just a few moments, and you can breathe again.” His blue eyes comforted me as I leaned my head back and stared into his beautiful face for a long moment. He leaned closer to me, and I sucked in my breath as he brushed his lips against mine gently before pulling away. “Feel better?”
I realized that we were flying smoothly through the air now, and I swallowed. “Do you always use that trick to calm nervous flyers?”
“Not that I recall. Did it work?” Colton asked as I stole a glance at his brother. Declan had seen everything, and I could see that he was planning on upping the ante as my heart pounded in my chest.
“It was impressive,” I replied as I stared forward and took a deep breath. That was just a peck if that. What would a real kiss feel like?
We made the flight ion a few hours and soon were landing in Belize in a small airport. We’d made some small talk about the trip that was loaded with sexual tension, and I stood gratefully to step down from the plane. It was breezy and beautiful here, and my hair blew into my face as I looked around.
“I can’t wait to pull that hair when you’re crying out my name,” Colton murmured behind me as I felt my knees weaken. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around me to hold me steady before he assisted me down with Declan following with an intense look on his face. We went to a car that was waiting that whisked us away to a gorgeous beach resort. I couldn’t stop staring as we drove past beach after beautiful beach with scattered trees and flowers. It was amazing here, and I felt someone slip a hand over my thigh as I turned to see Declan grinning at me.
“You look like a kid at Christmas,” he observed as I smiled.
“I don’t travel like this, for work or pleasure. This is beautiful.” We pulled into a parking lot, and as soon as the guys left the car, staff hurried from the lobby to assist with bags. They didn’t even check in but rather followed the men down a sand pathway to a cottage on the water. It was massive, and I walked through the door first to see a comfortable and luxurious main room that offered all windows on the back to overlook the light blue water of the ocean. I walked over as I got lost in the view and pressed my body against the warm glass.
The men that came with us seemed to move in high-speed mode before I saw Colton slip a few bills to all of them. I watched him look at me before glancing at his brother. “There’s three rooms here, Trina. They all face the ocean and offer every luxury. Which one would you like to use?”
I wanted to tell him one with both of them. I had only barely kissed Colton but the way that his brother seemed to mesmerize me every time he spoke to me was almost too much for me.
CHAPTER 4
I chose the room closest to me and wandered in to see a beautiful round room with a king sized bed against the wall and a huge bathroom to my right. The bathroom was private with a door, but the shower had a window open for some of the fresh ocean air and a beautiful bathtub. The colors were done in cream and blue with a few patches of light yellow and it felt very beachy in here. Of course, there was a wall of windows that offered another extraordinary view. “I must be dreaming,” I murmured to myself as I slid open the door to my balcony and stepped out.
The wind blew around me as I inhaled the salt of the ocean. My balcony had a padded chaise, and I walked the few feet out to see that we were a bit over the sea with the beach to my right. I decided that I just might sleep out here tonight and look at the stars.
That was tonight, though. I was here to work, and I turned to go back inside. I couldn’t remember the plans for the day with everything that had happened and I made my way back to the living room. “What are the plans for today?”
Declan came out of the room beside mine with his shirt unbuttoned and showing off his muscular torso and abs that seemed almost unreal to me. He was perfect and I stared openly at him as he chuckled. “Dinner and drinks. We’re going to have some fun this first night and get to business tomorrow. Colt is meeting an owner after we eat but I’ll have a good time with you instead.” He winked, and I think I died inside. He was fun while his brother was intense. “How do you like the room?”
“I never want to leave. It’s so beautiful,” I gushed as he laughed and nodded.
“It is. I like to leave my windows open at night and let in all of the air that I can.” He glanced up as Colton walked back into the living room, still buttoned up and staring at his phone. “Always the serious one.”
“If it weren’t for me, this company probably wouldn’t be doing as well as it is,” Colton reminded him as he glanced at us. “I don’t know why Dad left it to both of us when he died.”
“I do my part, and we’re still rich. The company is stable, and everyone is happy,” Declan said before he walked into the open kitchen and opened the fridge. “This staff is the best.” He walked back in with cold beer and raised his eyebrow at me. “Do you like beer?”
I didn’t usually, but I nodded and took it. I needed the liquid courage. “Thanks,” I told him as I walked around the room to look at the kitchen and then out to the bigger balcony. There was a sliding glass door with a screen, and I left that open as I leaned over the railing and looked down into the clear water. I could see a few fish swimming below me, and I smiled as I took this all in.
The beer was cold and refreshing as I sipped it and looked over the sea. A small part of me worried about being over the water this way, but it seemed sturdy enough.
We started getting ready for dinner after I’d spent some time outside to regain my composure. I headed into my room and pulled out my suitcase to look through it and decide what to wear. There was a pretty red dress that I held up to myself as I looked in the full-length mirror. It was sexy with a tie around the neck and it draped over my big breasts and clung to my waist. It went down to my knees but there was something about the way the skirt would swing around my legs that appealed to me, and would certainly please the guys.
I showered in the huge glass enclosure with the multiple shower heads and the wind blowing through the open window. It was stocked with products, and I used the coconut and vanilla body wash and rubbed it over my body as my nipples hardened. I was weak with need, and I closed my eyes and imagined the guys naked in their showers. My thighs ached as I imagined them hard for me and my hand slipped down my stomach and over my pussy slowly. I was wet and swollen, and I massaged myself as I moaned softly. I hadn’t masturbated a lot, but right now it felt good, and I pushed myself towards a release as the water hit my back.
It was hard and intense, and I gripped the top of the shower as I rocked forward and tried to control my moans. I didn’t want them to hear me even though a part of me longed for them to. I wanted them to come in here and dominate me, a thought that made me blush as I took a deep breath. The idea of them here together, one behind me fucking me hard and deep as the other pushed my mouth over his cock made me wet all over again, and I got myself off for a second time.
I got out of the shower and let my hair down after I was dry. I hadn’t washed it and just planned on twisting it on one side tonight. My skin was flushed, and I was glowing as I smiled and went to get my smaller bag for my make-up. I just did a light layer of powder and some dark liner on my lid with mascara. The real wow factor was the red lipstick that I filled my full lips in with. It was a simple look, but I knew how responsive that men were to it, even if I was still innocent. I wanted that to change.
I pulled the dress on and added a musky scent on my wrists and behind my ears. I twisted my hair to my right and pinned it with some bobby pins before I decided I was ready. I’d slipped the shoes from the fashion show into my bag and put them on before I checked myself in the full mirror. I only wore a small thong since the dress didn’t allow a full bra.
Stepping into the living room, I looked around and found myself alone. I wondered who had picked out all of these clothes as I walked over to the fridge and opened it. There was a bottle of wine inside of the fridge, and I stared at it before I heard a throat clearing. “Dec is finishing up. Can I get you anything?” Colton watched me stand, and his eyes locked on my chest as I felt my hands shaking. “That dress…”
“Who chose the clothing?” I asked as I boldly grabbed the wine and set it on the counter. Colton cleared his throat and went to get some glasses from the white cabinet and opened the bottle.
“We have a woman that helps us with model clothing. I used your measurements from the fashion show and showed her that, telling her to base the selections on it. It was incredible on you.” Colton poured three glasses and handed me one as I took it and thanked him. “Of course, I ordered more than usual, but I was interested in seeing you in a lot of different things.”
“The man behind the idea?” I suggested as he ran his hand down the loose button up shirt in green that covered his slacks, comfortable and casual and perfect for the island weather.
“He had my approval from the get-go,” Declan said as I jumped and looked over at him. He was dressed in a similar fashion though his shirt was teal. “Now the question is what brother will you choose?”
“I think that’s obvious, Dec. Trina likes a man that has some control, not a surfer boy.”
Declan laughed at his brother and shook his head. “I am all man in the bedroom. Just ask some of your ex-girlfriends.”
Colton’s eyes narrowed, and I saw the discontent forming as I swallowed a large gulp of wine. “Why don’t we go?”
They seemed to relax, and Colton got the keys so we could leave.
CHAPTER 5
Dinner was at a local place on the water by a window that opened to the ocean. The breeze blew in as we ordered drinks and the guys selected a few appetizers to get us started. The table was wound so I had one of them on either side of me and I sipped the tropical drink nervously.
The food was excellent and fresh as I tasted the meats and vegetables throughout our conversation. They discussed the island and the beach we’d be shooting on tomorrow; a future site for a resort of one of their customers. I listened quietly as I kept drinking and eating, taking the time to look each brother over for periods of time. Whatever was going on at the cottage seemed to be more under control now, and we finished our meals as Colton checked his phone when it chimed. “That’s Bob.” He eyed his brother and then me. “Where will you be?”
“That open bar down the street. Trina needs to dance,” Declan replied as I watched Colton’s eyes simmer for a moment. He assured us that he would meet us as soon as he went over business and Declan turned to me as we were left alone. He took my hand, and we walked down the crowded sidewalk and found a cute bar that was quite open to the street that featured a band playing a song with a great beat as my hips started to move. “There we go. I knew that you were meant to move, Trina.” He led me inside, and I didn’t miss the way that the women looked him over before giving me looks with various degrees of dislike. We ordered; a cocktail for me and a beer for him as he glanced over the spacious dance floor. “That night at the show, I was bored. We’d done that show for a few years, and once I realized how empty the women were, I started to check out. Then you were up there, more of a woman than any of them. You entranced me, and I soon realized that you had Colt’s attention as well.” He sipped his beer. “I can’t hate that he got you here so easily, but I don’t think it gives him an advantage. Do you?”
“It all came from the same money, didn’t it?” He nodded as his eyes lit up. “What difference does it make?” I licked my lips as he watched. “Why do I have to choose?”
“He doesn’t share, never has,” Declan said darkly as I sipped my drink. “I wasn’t entirely kidding back there in that I have slept with some of his former girlfriends but it was by chance. It wasn’t done to hurt him, but then, Colt never had a problem finding a woman.”
“You’re twins,” I observed, and he grinned crookedly before he slammed the beer down and took my hand.
“Drink. Let’s dance, Trina.” I finished what I could and allowed him to take me out to the dance floor as a dark beat started to play. “Move your body for me.” It wasn’t hard to do as I lifted my hands over my head and began to sway to the music. Declan moved with me and brought his hands over my hips as he eyed my bouncing breasts. “I like that. I want to see them bare for me so I can watch your nipples harden.” Mischief formed in his eyes as they reached towards him and he looked into my eyes. “I think you like a little fun in the bedroom, no?”
I blushed and stared at him. “I wouldn’t know.” His eyes widened, and he pulled me close to him.
“You’re a virgin?” I nodded with some shame crossing my features, and he shook his head. “No, that’s beautiful. Nobody has felt you wrapped around them, tasted you,” his eyes questioned me, and I shook my head as he slid his arms down over my ass and moved his body close to mine. “That makes it even more interesting. Which one of us will you give yourself to?”
“Is that why I’m here?” I asked as I stared into his eyes and felt his hard cock pressing against me.
“No, not just that. We do have photo shoots for the company, and we chose you. A little brotherly competition only adds to the fun.” Declan pulled me to him as the song slowed and I slipped my arms around his neck. “There you go, Trina.” He lowered his lips to mine and caught them in a soft teasing kiss as I closed my eyes. It was slow, but soon his tongue was teasing me to part for him as we stopped dancing for a moment. I lost myself as I compared him to the chapped lips of his brother and realized that they were both growing on me a lot.
The next song picked up a bit, and I pressed against him as my nipples hardened. Declan stroked my hips and I felt him pull back and take a breath. We danced quietly, still close and I found some comfort in his arms as the crowd seemed to blend around us.
“That didn’t take you long, brother of mine,” I came back to reality as I heard Colton next to us and looked up. “That color suits you.” I saw that my lipstick was smeared on his lips and blushed.
“I think so,” Declan said as he grinned and looked at Colton. “How was the meeting?”
“We’re all set for tomorrow,” he said as I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I set my clutch on the blue counter and fixed my smeared lipstick carefully before I washed my hands and used the toilet. I was feeling buzzed, and I wandered back out to the bar and looked for my men with a smile on my face. I knew that this was going to a place that I might not come back from, but right now it felt too good to stop.
They were at the bar talking closely, and I walked over as I frowned. “Hi,” I knew that I sounded drunk, and Declan slipped an arm around me while Colton looked on and downed a shot. “Want to dance some more?”
I drank a few more drinks and danced for a couple of hours until the guys collected me to take me back to the cottage. I had danced with both of them or just one of them throughout the night, only getting more turned on.
Our cottage was close, and I looked up at the sky as I held onto their arms beside me. I was drunk and feeling loose, and I tightened my hold on both of them. “Thank you, I had fun tonight. It’s been a long time since I loosened up that way.” There had been intimate moments with both brothers: being held during a slower song, touching them as I danced with them and feeling their breath on my face.
I was edgy and needy when Colton unlocked the door and let me walk in first. “Stay away from the water, Trina. I don’t want you falling in.”
“I want to look at the stars,” I insisted as I giggled and walked over to the balcony. I pulled the pins out of my hair and let it fall over my shoulders as I slid it open and heard a voice behind me. The moon was high and stars bright above me as I sank down onto the chaise lounge as the metal fell from my hand.
“Trina, you have to be careful,” Declan said as he came out after me and sat down in the seat across from me. “The water is right there.”
“Have you ever seen anything as beautiful as this sky?” I asked as I looked up. “I’ve barely left the States, and this is amazing to me.”
“I’ve been everywhere, and you are amazing to me.” I stared at him. “Let’s get you to bed. It’s late.” I heard the pain in his voice as I pressed my lips to his and felt his groan vibrating against my mouth. I slipped forward into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck as he moaned and lifted us slowly. “Walk, Trina.” I managed to move backward as he pushed me into the house and then my room, slowly making his way towards my bed. I fell back onto the mattress, and he stood and stared down at me as the moon filled my room. “I don’t want to take this from you drunk. You’re better than that.”
“I need something,” I pleaded as I reached out for him and watched him rake a hand through his hair. “I have wanted you since I saw you, both of you. I have never felt this way before about anybody.”
Someone set a bottle of water down on the night table, and I looked up to see Colton. “Drink this.”
Declan shot him a dark look and opened it for me before holding it out. He sat on the bed beside me, and I took a small sip. “Feel better?”
“I need to come,” I told him as I took his hand and placed it between my legs.
“The fuck?” Colton asked as Declan started to stroke my thigh.
“I am just going to give her one orgasm. She’s drunk, Colt. She needs it before she goes to sleep” My legs parted and I felt him slide a finger under the lace of my thong as I moaned. “She’s so fucking wet. If you weren’t so pure, I’d take you right now, Trina.”
“She’s a virgin?” Colton asked as Declan found my swollen clit. “I never would’ve thought that.” I leaned my head back, and Declan caught me as I started to fall back.
“That’s a girl,” Declan murmured as he sped his fingers up and brought me closer to my much-needed release. I cried out as it rocked through me, feeling my body against a pillow as I jerked against Declan. I reached out for him as I felt the sleep start to take me over and a blanket cover me.
CHAPTER 6
The sun was pouring into the room as I slowly woke up. My room had never been this bright before, and I groaned as I turned back into the pillow. I listened to the sounds in the room and heard waves as I rolled over on my back and looked out to the ocean. “Good morning, Sunshine.”
Declan walked in with some coffee and water as I blinked at him. “Hi.” I looked under my covers to see my naked body as I frowned. I wasn’t so drunk that I didn’t remember what happened, and didn't think that I’d had sex with either of them, but I couldn’t help but warm up at the memory of the orgasm.
“How do you feel? Are you up to the shoot today?” He looked closely at me as he set the drinks down on the table beside me. “You had a lot of drinks last night.”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Who changed me?” I asked as I tucked the blanket against me.
“It was just in the moonlight after you fell asleep. Nothing else happened.” Declan sat beside me, and I looked him over in his workout shorts and bare chest. I nodded and reached out to sip the water before sniffing the coffee. It was sweet as I liked it even though my stomach was a little tender.
I managed to drink some of them before I asked Declan for a robe from the bathroom. He got it and smiled as he gave me some privacy to pull it on before I walked out to look at the ocean. It was gorgeous with the sun rising slowly in front of me as I looked down to see more fish. “Good morning.” Colton walked out and looked at me as I smiled shyly. “Want something to eat?”
I shook my head and tried to find the words. “I’m sorry about last night.”
“It was hot. I am surprised to know that you’re a virgin.” I blushed and looked at the ocean. “Was that just from the alcohol?”
“It gave me courage. Why didn’t you touch me?” I asked him curiously as he seemed to consider his answer.
“I knew that I might not stop. I liked watching though and that time will come,” he assured me as I widened my eyes. “So I thought we could hit the beach and do some shots if you’re feeling up to it. We can get some lunch once you’re feeling hungry.”
I nodded and sipped my coffee. “What am I wearing?”
“Put on one of the bikinis and pack the others. I think the coral one would be good to start with, Colton cleared his throat, and I remembered how skimpy that suit was. “Dec is the photographer.”
Shit.
I went inside and showered quickly before I donned the robe again and went to the luggage. As nice as all of this clothing was, I knew that I needed to unpack. I found the swimsuits and lay them on the bed as I looked them over. The coral one was just a top with tiny triangles and a string bottom that left little to the imagination. I took it to the bathroom and put it on and tried to cover as much as I could with the material before pulling a white cover up dress over it. I worked with my hair and made it as smooth as possible before I slipped my feet into flip flops. The guys were on laptops in the living room, dressed in shorts and t-shirts. They glanced up at me, and I sensed the tension in the room as I cleared my throat. “What kind of makeup do you want for the pictures?” I glanced at Declan. “I assumed that there was no artist, but I’ve learned a lot over the years.”
“Shimmer. Gloss. Just a little bit of shadow on the eyes to make that green pop. I don’t want you slathered in it with the setting,” Declan said as I remembered his fingers on me. I shuddered, and his eyes darkened.
“Noted.” I turned and went back to the room and pulled out the makeup that I’d packed. I found a bronze shadow with a darker color in the crease. I had finished with some bronzer and some clear gloss before I returned to the living room. Colton whistled, and Declan turned from the camera bag that he was packing up.
“You do know your stuff.” Colton let his eyes drift down, and I felt him trying to undress me. He’d see what he wanted soon enough.
We took a rented Range Rover to the other side of the island and parked on a dirt road. “This is untouched ground so far. The client wants to build a resort up against the road here, but the owners have been stubborn about selling up until two months ago. The beach is the focal point.” I couldn’t help but smile to Colton’s pitch as we walked down the soft sand towards the blue water. It was a stunning place and private from the road as I turned to look back as I trembled.
Declan settled into business and suggested my laying on the beach on the hot sand so he could start some shots. I lifted the cover up over my head and heard them suck their breath in before I dropped it to the ground. I walked closer to the water, and Declan directed me to kneel down as he drew closer to me.
It started innocently enough. I kneeled. I lay down as he shot image after image from all of the angles with the ocean as a backdrop as well as the land that would house the resort. I felt beautiful as he directed me in a hoarse voice and turned onto my stomach as the water brushed against my chest. I could feel the tips of my nipples hard and cold in the water as I moaned and spread my thighs open.
I wasn’t feeling any effects from alcohol now, but I did want them. “Jesus fucking Christ,” Colton swore behind me as I rolled over and looked at him through my legs. “How the fuck do you look like that when you’re supposed to be off limits?”
I moved the top away from my skin and ran my hands up my breasts as Colton stepped forward. He slipped his hands up my legs and ripped the bottoms from me before he knelt down before me on the sand. “Dec made you come with his hand, and I get to use my mouth on you.” He pressed his face into my pussy as I cried out. Colton’s tongue dragged over my folds before he centered the tip around my clit and flicked it. I slid my hands into his close-cropped hair and pulled him closer as I felt his teeth.
The water slid through my hair as I whimpered and felt the pressure inside of me moving. I came with a cry as Colton licked and teased me into a drawn out release. “So sweet. You taste so good.” He pulled away and tugged me forward to kiss me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I could taste my salty sweetness, and I ate away at his lips as he pulled me over his lap. “I want to fuck you so badly.”
Hands tugged my damp hair, and I dropped my head back to see Declan looking down at me. He dropped to the sand to kiss me and moaned as my juices coated his tongue and his hand cupped my breast. I moaned against him and felt a hand gripping my ass Colton slipped his hand over my sensitive clit.
There wasn’t sex between any of us, but we knew that we were moving closer to that as we moved apart. I had come a few times by then, and I was stunned by the ability between the brothers. I dressed in the suit again and started to wander the beach to get my thoughts together.
We ended up leaving to go to another beach of another potential resort, and I donned the sea blue bikini in the back of the car, given that this was a more public spot. The shots were seductive and beautiful, but we’d sated our desires for the time being.
We grabbed some lunch at a small Mexican place on the coast and enjoyed chips and salsa along with fresh shrimp enchiladas. I drank water to hydrate myself as well as to remember the feeling of these men pleasing me. We laughed and talked as we shared long glances and slow touches between our seats. The feelings were heavy in the air, and we wandered around some shops after we ate. I was still in the cover up, and my flip flops, but I didn’t care that I was revealing skin as they bought me everything that I exclaimed over.
We went back to the cottage with several bags and I entered the living room swinging the one that I had. We hadn’t gotten a lot of work done today, but I hoped that Declan got some shots that they could use, assuming that it wasn’t a front. They could have me without the cover up of advertising, and I looked back as they came inside talking about one of the stores.
They were completely different men, but I cared for them both. I had never been in love with one man much less falling for two before.
CHAPTER 7
We found some steaks in the freezer and defrosted them outside to grill as I peered into the cooler for what else I could make. There were some vegetables, and I looked behind me as I heard them on the balcony. “Who stocks the kitchen?”
“Staff. We told them in advance what we wanted.” Declan called back as I smiled. These men had everything they wanted at their back and call and all of the power that money could buy yet they wanted me. I managed to find a bowl, and I marinated some asparagus in a mixture of oil and seasoning that I threw together and set some sweet potatoes on the counter.
I made my way to the balcony and looked over the water as the guys sipped beer and chatted about the following day. It sounded like business as usual, but I could feel the heat between us as I sat down and dangled my bare feet into the clear water. Declan came to sit behind me as he massaged my neck and I smiled. “Watch your feet in there. It’s relatively deep.” Colton told me as he sat on the lounge behind us.
“I can’t be scared of water that I can see so clearly,” I mused as Declan laughed.
“It’s comforting that you can see something chomping at you?” I squeaked and lifted my feet as he leaned forward to kiss my neck. “You taste like salt, Trina.”
I leaned my head back to kiss him, and Declan molded his lips to mine.
We ate dinner out on the balcony by candlelight and the moon as I took everything in. The living room was lit behind me, and I could see other cottages with the lights on, but I felt like we were all alone. I sipped on a glass of wine as the stars brightened in the dark sky and leaned my head back.
We went inside to clean up, and I found myself standing beside Colton as we washed the plates and glasses while Colton edited the pictures on the MacBook in the living room. He handed me the plates to rinse and set in the bamboo drying rack as he seemed to try to form something in his mind. “I don’t share, but I can see that you care for Declan.”
“And you. I care for both of you.” I turned to him, and he gazed down at me. “I hate that I want both of you, but it’s the truth.”
“I know. We’ll find a way to make this work,” he told me as I cupped his face and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him.
We watched a movie in the living room with the door open and the breeze coming into the room. I stretched between the men, needing to touch both of them as I felt Declan massaging my feet while Colton stroked my hair. We turned off the television and Declan locked the door as I looked at them. “Come in.” I walked into my room and lifted the cover up over my head as I looked out of my window.
Colton followed me first as Declan followed and I untied my top and dropped it to the floor beside the cover up. I turned towards them and lost the bottoms as they watched. Declan stepped forward first to kiss me long and hard as he gripped my hips.
It led easily to me laying back on the bed as Declan moved his lips over my breasts and sucked a nipple between his lips. I slipped my hands into his hair and looked at Colton as he stood awkwardly by the bed and watched us as he slid his hands down his legs. I could see the hesitation in his eyes in the moonlight, and I held out one hand to him. “Come here.”