CHAPTER 16
Trista
“Mr. Jameson asked me to send you to his office,” Belinda says to me as I stand behind the hostess stand. She’s one of the cleaners and why she’s delivering this message is beyond me.
But then again… Jerico has me off-kilter tonight. When I arrived, there was a note on my locker that I was going to attend to the hostess stand in The Social Room, along with a black dress on a hanger he wanted me to wear. No other explanation and I haven’t seen him all night.
The dress was simple but sexy, form fitting, and came to just above my knees with a plunging neckline. It was the same type of dress the other hostesses wore, so I didn’t feel out of place or anything.
But I’m not sure why Jerico wants me here. He seems to have settled me into the role of a condiment tray girl because he told me he enjoyed watching me walk around half naked.
I smile at Belinda and turn to Marcy, the other hostess on duty with me, and say, “I’ll be back in a minute. Mr. Jameson asked me to go to his office.”
Marcy rolls her eyes at me. “Of course you’ll be back in a minute.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, my hackles raising up.
“Doesn’t mean anything,” she says with a shrug. “But really… you should call him Jerico, not Mr. Jameson. You know, seeing as how close you two are.”
This is said with such cattiness that I get more angry than embarrassed that I’m being called on the carpet for my relationship with Jerico.
“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?” I ask sweetly.
Marcy narrows her eyes at me. “Of course not. But don’t get too comfortable in his arms. He’s not a one-woman kind of man.”
“And why should you care to even warn me about that?” This, I’m genuinely curious about. If Jerico doesn’t do repeats, then he’s never going to give Marcy a taste again, assuming he’s had her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s beautiful just like everyone else here.
Or because he’s been with me more than once, now the other women have hope he’s broadening his horizons and will be back to them at some point.
God, I hope not. Our agreement is for sex-only, but I really don’t want to see him with one of the staff. As well as I’ve done trying to shield myself, I still know it’s going to hurt.
“Look, Trista,” Marcy says, her voice actually soft. “Woman to woman… don’t get caught up in what he does to you. He does it to everyone he’s with. He loves it so much he’s going to do it with a lot more women before he dies. That’s just the type of man he is.”
I can’t tell whether she’s being sarcastic or genuinely polite, so I just nod and walk away. I don’t want to get into a further discussion with her about Jerico’s sexual habits.
When I reach his office, I knock on the door and wait for him to invite me in. When he does, I give a quick swipe of my hands on my dress—nervous habit because of periodic sweaty palms—and open the door.
As soon as I see Kynan sitting on one of the guest chairs and Jerico’s wicked smile, my palms go wet again.
My voice practically croaks. “You wanted to see me?”
Jerico stands up from behind his desk, rounds it, and comes up to me. His gaze rakes down me briefly before he takes my hand and leads me to the other chair beside Kynan. I sit down and clamp my legs together nervously, tugging at the hem of my dress. Kynan just gives me a genial smile, but my head snaps back to Jerico when he says, “We both want to see you.”
He’s leaning against his desk, his ass perched on the edge with his hands casually tucked into his pockets. The look in his eyes is almost predatory, and I can feel lustful vibes coming off him. I turn to look at Kynan again, but gone is his friendly look. His eyes are dark with desire as well.
I look back to Jerico and try to square my shoulders. “This is it, huh?”
“This is it,” Jerico says with a smile. “If you still want it. I know we talked about it the other night, but there’s no pressure. You say ‘no’, we go about our business for the night.”
I wonder what that means? Does it mean Jerico and Kynan will find another woman to share? Or not that I really care about what Kynan does, but will Jerico?
“Will we be here?” I ask tentatively, thinking the desk looks solid. “Or your apartment?”
Jerico shakes his head, his eyes glinting with dark mischief. “The Silo, Trista. I told you I want people to watch you get pleasured by two men.”
“Oh, God,” I mutter as my gaze drops to the floor, and then pops back up to Jerico. “Oh, God. I don’t know. I mean… I want to. God, I want to. But I’m scared, and nervous and embarrassed, and I wouldn’t even know what to do, and really… do we have to do it in The Silo for my first time? Can’t we just do this in privacy?”
Jerico just shakes his head, cutting off my rant. “Push past those boundaries, Trista. Dare yourself. Trust me… it will be so much better.”
I swallow hard and just stare at the gorgeous man who is telling me to take a walk on the wild side and get naked with him and Kynan in front of not only just strangers who come to the club, but hell… my coworkers now. I know it’s probably not a big deal as most of them practically live here when they’re not working but still… this is a big deal to me.
“That’s easy for you to say,” I murmur. “You’ve done everything you can think of. I’m sure Kynan has too.”
“We’re adventurous,” Kynan says with a grin. “And come on… it’s sex. It feels great. You really can’t lose if you know what I mean.”
“There’s nothing to fear,” Jerico reassures me, and something strikes me from our conversation that night when we were talking about fantasies. I asked him if he’d ever been with a man. This was after he told me how two women together was like every man’s spank bank go-to.
Jerico had chuckled as his finger ran down my arm. We were on our sides, lying in the bed and facing each other. “Every person has their limits, Trista. I guess mine is that I don’t do guys.”
Made sense to me, so we’d moved on to a weird conversation about BDSM. I’m not into it and thankfully neither is Jerico, but he knew a lot about it since so many patrons practice it.
I narrow my eyes at Jerico. “You want me to push past my boundaries, huh?”
“That’s right,” he says smoothly. “Piece of cake.”
My lips curl up and they do so in such a way that Jerico’s smile slides off his face.
“Okay, then,” I say as I relax in my chair and cross one leg over the other. “You told me this is my fantasy, right?”
Jerico nods and Kynan leans forward in his chair, sensing from the vibe in the air that this is going to get interesting.
“Then I want you to push your boundaries too,” I say smugly.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks tightly.
I jerk my head toward Kynan but never take my eyes from Jerico’s, which are looking slightly unnerved right now. “I’d like you and Kynan to fool around with each other to start. Get me a little worked up that way.”
“Fucking Christ,” Jerico mutters. He looks to Kynan with a very clear and simple plea for him to say “no” to this idea.
Kynan shrugs and grins. “I’m in. I’ll try anything once.”
“Bastard,” Jerico mutters again, and then points out to Kynan, “This wouldn’t be a first for you.”
“It would with you,” he says back with almost a cackle of a laugh, and I’m in awe as Jerico goes red in the face.
Very interesting. Kynan swings both ways apparently, and Jerico seems as nervous about Kynan touching him as I am about being with the two of them in The Silo.
I think I might be able to get my way after all, so I stand up from my chair and walk up to Jerico. Placing my hand on the knot of his tie, I give it a playful tug. “I’ll let you off the hook and won’t require any hanky-panky with you and Kynan if we can do this in the privacy of your apartment.”
Kynan chuckles behind me, but my eyes are pinned on Jerico’s. His jaw hardens as he considers my offer, and then my stomach clenches when his lips curl upward. “Tonight’s about pushing boundaries. Guess I’ll push one of my own too. Let’s get your pretty ass over to The Silo so we can get started.”
My knees start shaking and my heart hammers within my chest. My panties go wet. I realize not only is this going to happen, but it’s going to happen publicly and it’s also going to involve some Kynan-on-Jerico action.
Jerico takes me by the elbow to escort me to The Silo with Kynan following right behind.
♦
The minute I step across the threshold of The Silo, I figure the only way I’m going to get through this is to shed Trista Barnes completely and step through as a new person without any inhibitions. I vow I won’t look at another person in the room because ignorance is bliss. If I can’t see them, then I can pretend they aren’t interested in me.
So I become just an anonymous girl looking for a wild ride with two gorgeous men. I prefer to think of us as strangers. After tonight, things will go on as usual. I won’t be ridden with any guilt or embarrassment, and I might even come away with a little pride in myself for being so daring.
Jerico leads me to a door that goes to a hallway that wraps around the perimeter behind the glassed rooms. The wall that separates the rooms from the hall are solid, so this is the only place where there’s a measure of privacy. When we reach a door I assume is our destination, Jerico stops and turns to me. “You okay?”
I nod and hope it’s enough because my throat seems constricted.
But I can’t help the long, wet moan that comes out when Jerico grabs Kynan by the wrist and pushes his hand between my legs. They spread involuntarily as Jerico orders him, “Check to see if she’s wet.”
Kynan’s fingers only rub over the crotch of my panties in a gentle move, but a rumbling sound of appreciation from him proves I’m wet. My cheeks flame hot, but I manage to whisper, “What can I say… the prospect of watching you two together really turns me on.”
Jerico grunts in acknowledgment, but I can tell he’s not liking that part. I can’t wait to see what happens.
We enter the room, and I refuse to look at the glass wall that faces the interior of The Silo. I pretend no one is out there and it seems to work. My nerves are in check and I look around the room, noticing it’s the one with the raised bed with silver satin sheets tonight.
When the door closes, Kynan says, “This is your fantasy, Trista. Tell us what to do.”
My gaze goes to Jerico. Even though he’s on edge over what I might have him and Kynan do, he’s also radiating pure lust as he looks at me. I turn to look at Kynan and appreciate his magnificence as well. He’s about an inch or two shorter than Jerico, and he’s the light to Jerico’s dark. His hair is sandy blond, cut short, and he sports a goatee that’s just a shade darker. His eyes are deep brown, but warm and always seem to be filled with easygoing humor, whereas Jerico always looks so intense and ready to do battle with the world.
I give a slight cough to clear my throat. “I want you two to undress first, and if you wanted to… you know… sort of help each other, that wouldn’t be an undesirable thing.”
Jerico curses under his breath and his hands bunch into fists, but he looks resolved. Kynan looks amused.
Me?
I’m quivering over this, deciding to get a front-row seat to watch. I’ll never again have this type of power over two men at the same time. Hell, I’m not even sure I want this power again, but while I have it, I’m going to enjoy it. I crawl up onto the bed and perch myself with my back resting against the headboard. My legs stretch out, cross over each other, and I settle in to watch.
Both men first dispense with their shoes and socks, which I appreciate. Nothing worse than a sexy striptease with awkward hopping around to get the shoes off.
Jerico doesn’t wait for Kynan to make a move, but instead works on his own shirt. It hits me suddenly that he’s not in his trademark business suit, but rather dressed in a dark gray T-shirt with a V-neck and jeans. He’s got on a worn, black belt that’s seen better days. I had no clue Jerico could be so casual. My tongue almost falls out of my mouth as he pulls the shirt over his head. That chest, his abs, the light dusting of hair… he’s all man and I start to ache for him.
Kynan takes his shirt off as well. It’s a button down and he takes his time with the task, watching me the entire time. He’s built a little bigger than Jerico even though he’s not as tall. As he’s revealed to me, I suck in a breath because his body is beautiful in a different way. It’s covered from collarbone to waist in tattoos and they run down his arms as well. There is well-defined muscle, meaning this guy works out seriously hard, but the tattoos… I’ve always been a sucker for them. Add on the British accent and well… this is just freaking awesome.
Dropping his shirt to the floor, Kynan turns to Jerico and says, “Give the lady something, dude. Take my jeans off.”
Jerico again curses under his breath, but he doesn’t hesitate. And more importantly, he doesn’t rush through it either. This may be pushing his boundaries, but he’s going slowly so I can savor this and for the first time since knowing Jerico, I feel a rush of genuine affection for him.
Kynan’s belt comes off, and Jerico’s big hands work the button and zipper. Kynan’s head is bent, watching what Jerico does. His abs flex and relax as the zipper is lowered, then flex hard again, showing he owns a six pack as well when Jerico’s thumbs go into the waistband of Kynan’s briefs so he can pull them down with his jeans.
My breath catches as Jerico slowly lowers his body along with the clothing as he drags it down Kynan’s muscular legs, which I give a passing glance to, but my eyes go back to what’s in between those legs. He’s semi-hard and a big boy. If I take him and Jerico tonight, I’m going to be sore for sure tomorrow. Kynan steps out of his jeans and briefs. As Jerico starts to rise, Kynan takes his cock in his hand and starts to stroke it. Jerico doesn’t spare him a glance, but his mouth comes awful close to the tip of Kynan’s shaft. Kynan did that on purpose to make him uncomfortable. He’s getting a kick out of this going by the devilish gleam in his eyes.
“My turn,” Kynan says, his voice husky which I’m sure is deliberate. He takes the same care in removing Jerico’s jeans and boxers, squatting down at his feet as he sheds out of the clothing.
Cutting his eyes to me briefly, Kynan gives me a wicked grin. As he starts to stand up, he wraps his big hand around Jerico’s cock, which had also been half-hard.
Jerico jumps in surprise as he says, “What the fu—?”
But then his head falls back and he releases a guttural moan as Kynan starts to stroke him.
Oh, wow. Just… wow, wow, wow.
I raise quickly to my knees and crawl down the bed to get closer to the two men. Sitting back on my calves, I watch as Kynan roughly strokes and squeezes Jerico’s dick. It grows, lengthens, and then starts to leak at the tip. Jerico’s eyes are closed tight, his mouth parted and his chest rising and falling quickly. A terrible pulse of yearning hits me square between my legs, causing me to squirm.
My gaze turns to Kynan to see his eyes are burning with lust. Not a true and genuine interest in Jerico’s body, but because he’s doing something unbelievably dirty and taboo, and that’s mainly because they are best of friends and coworkers, and oh yeah… Jerico is as hetero as they come.
Suddenly, Kynan reaches out to grab my forearm and he drags me forward a bit, pushing my hand against Jerico’s cock.
“Take it,” he says gruffly. I do as he says, forgetting this is my fantasy and I’m in charge. When I give a tentative stroke, Jerico’s hips push forward to thrust into my fist. At the same time, Kynan goes to his knees. Before I can even drop my mouth open in astonishment or Jerico can protest, he opens his mouth and takes Jerico’s cock deep inside.
“Jesus fuck,” Jerico groans and I can’t tell whether he likes it or not. I drop my hand away and Kynan pulls him into his mouth deeper, his own hands going to Jerico’s ass where his fingers dig into the muscle.
I lean back on my calves and watch, completely fascinated, thoroughly titillated, and wondering what will happen next if I don’t tell Kynan to stop.