Hedonism Box Set (BBW Menage Swinger Romance): All Five Cuddly Swinger Episodes In One Volume! (Cuddly Swingers Book 6)

by Mia Moore

  “Fuck ‘em.”

  “Indeed.”

  There was a pause. I didn’t know what to say next, so I kept my mouth shut. After a moment or two, Mr. D said “I will be contacting your Mr. Doucet shortly. This foundation I’m organizing will start with Columbia Academy of course, and I’ll need his advice and counsel on how to proceed. How should I tell him how I learned of its existence and challenges? Or have you told him of your windfall?”

  Aww shit. So this is where it was going. “Can’t you keep me out of it? Just tell him that a client who wishes to remain anonymous and all that stuff?”

  “I suppose. Are you still in a relationship with him?”

  I smiled. “Yeah. And it’s going great.”

  “It’s been several months now… perhaps you should inform him of your situation.”

  Oh boy, that was tough. I protested, and we talked a lot more, but this time about me and my love life. Mr. D was a good friend and had some good advice for me to chew on. When I hung up, I was nervous as hell.

  Chapter 10: Manna From Heaven!

  After I hung up with Mr. D I called Steve-O. His phone was busy, and I left a voice mail:

  “Hi Steve-O, it’s me. And you damn well better not be wondering who this is! Ha Ha. Anyways, I came into Denver a day early, and I’m at our hotel, Room 316. Let me know what’s up, and when you’ll be here. Trust me, I’ll be ready.”

  I hung up, and spent the next hour primping and fussing and spritzing and makeup-ing.

  I put on a black satin and lace full length nightgown. The bodice and front panels were lace (okay, with a touch of control top help at the midriff) and the floor length skirt was satin. The skirt had a side slit that went all the way up to my waist, just in case Steve wanted to get down to business before we got naked. I then put on a sheer peignoir over it and tied the belt.

  And waited.

  I called him back again, and his phone went to voicemail again. What the hell is up with the man?

  I had a six pack of Bud Lite in a cooler, so I opened one and grabbed my eReader to read a sexy romance story. Since I got back from Jamaica, I really got hooked on them.

  Just when the steamy smexy part started, there was a knock at the door. Finally!

  I stood, cracked open a second beer, and opened the door.

  Steve was standing there with a huge grin on his face. He took me in his arms and kissed me while we were still standing in the doorway.

  “Holy Toledo, Jessy, this is great that you came early!” He stepped back and put his hands on my shoulders. “I’ve had the most fantastic day!”

  Not a word about how hot I looked, and he didn’t even take the beer yet. Okay, the guy’s bubbling over. I stepped into the room and he followed. I handed him the beer, and he took a long pull, downing half of it at one shot.

  He put down his computer bag and looked me up and down. Finally. Well, his eyes glinted, so all is forgiven. “You look delectable, Jessy.” He took off his jacket.

  I spread the skirt out and gave a little curtsey. “Why this old thing?”

  “Smartass.” He went over to the table where I had the beer and plopped down into one of the two chairs. “I gotta tell you this news! This is incredible!”

  Well, if he was planning on getting me curious, he succeeded. I sat down opposite him. “What? What is it?”

  “I’ve been on the phone all afternoon with some guy in Chicago. He called me because he’s setting up some sort of charitable foundation, and someone told him about Columbia Academy and the money crunch. He didn’t make any promises, but he asked a lot of good questions.”

  Donahue. He sure moved fast. In spite of having a really good idea of the details of Steve’s chat, I kept my face looking curious. “So, what does that mean?”

  “Well, he asked me a lot of questions about Columbia. How long it’s been in operation, how many staff, the grounds, who’s running the place and on and on. I told him I had all sorts of stuff on my computer and I emailed it to him.”

  “Can he help?” As if I didn’t know.

  “Yeah! I think he can! He said that he would need to go over the data, but his client that he knew told him that we were hitting a cash crunch. I told him we were, that we were running fifteen thousand in the red month to month.” He drained his beer. “Jessy, he wants me to come to Chicago tomorrow to pick up a check for a hundred and fifty thousand dollars! That’s ten months taken care of!”

  “What? You’re flying to Chicago? Tomorrow?” That bastard Mr. D, running my weekend! “But…” I held out my arms. “Umm… I’m kind of here y’know!”

  “No. You’re coming with me! He emailed me two plane tickets, and our flight leaves tomorrow morning. I told him that my girlfriend was here for the weekend and he said why don’t I bring her along?” He shook his head. “Can you believe this? I wonder who the hell talked to him about me and the Academy, but wow, you know?” He snapped his fingers. “Just like that, boom, we’re heading to Chicago.”

  “Well, I always wanted to go to House of Blues.”

  “Yeah! We’ll do that! But there’s more!”

  “What else?” WTF was Mr. D up to now?

  Steve looked thoughtful. “I think he’s going to offer me a job.”

  “What?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. He wants to look over my files, but he said I had been given a stellar referral by his client, and didn’t expect any problems. He said his client was… how did he put it? Yeah, ‘quite perceptive and intelligent’.” His face clouded.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “Well, it’s what else he said.”

  “What?”

  “He told me his client is a woman.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, ‘Oh’. He really went to town singing her praises. He hopes that he can have her meet me in the near future.”

  “Oh?”

  His face took on a serious note. “I don’t know what’s with this guy, but the way he talked about her, it sounded like he was trying to set me and her up or something.”

  “Oh really?” It was all I could do to keep a straight face.

  “Hey, hey, take it easy.” He held up a hand. “That’s just the vibe I got off the guy. And it was at that point that I told him I wouldn’t be able to come without you accompanying me.” He looked thoughtful. “Now this is the funny part—he was all about building up this mystery woman from Chicago to me, but when I said that I needed to bring my girlfriend, he didn’t miss a beat and said he’d make arrangements for the both of us to head up.” He pointed a finger straight up in the air. “The funny thing is, right after that part, he went back to tooting his horn for that woman again.”

  I couldn’t resist. “Maybe he wants the three of us to get together, hmmm…?” Hey, come on, we are in the Lifestyle, after all.

  He laughed softly. “Yeah, right, whatever. Just as long as you’re in the meeting, I’m fine. I don’t want you worrying about some rich woman trying to beat your time, you know?”

  Ding. Right answer. “I’m not worried about us, Steve.” I reached out and took his hand. “Not in the slightest.”

  He gripped my hand in both of his. “ Out of nowhere, BOOM, manna from Heaven! I swear, Jessy, this is like hitting the lottery!”

  I held his hands and asked him, “Tell me, Steve, what would you do if you had hit the lottery?”

  Chapter 11:The Placeholder

  “What would I do?”

  “Yeah.”

  He sat back. “that’s a cool idea. I like dreaming like this.” His face grew grave and he shook his head. “Well, if I hit for a million, I’d slap a ring on you so fast I’d break your finger.”

  Now THAT I didn’t expect. He must have seen the shock on my face, because he kept on yammering while I was trying to recover.

  “A million bucks would take any and all money worries off my plate, Jess.” He held up a finger. “If… hell, WHEN we get married, you’d want to have children of our own sooner or later. With a million
bucks, I wouldn’t have to worry about being so old as a Dad. Their college would be taken care of, and there’d be enough for you that if anything happened to me, I’d know you’d be okay.”

  Shit. If I was shocked a minute ago, I was absolutely gob smacked now. Marriage AND kids?

  “But that’s not all. There’d be enough to take care of Dorothy and Danny. I’d be able to give them a head start on their lives , you know? Say for example Dorothy wanted to do something… oh I don’t know, dumb… like backpack across Europe or something after graduation. She’d have a hundred grand or something in the bank. It’d be a lot easier for her to postpone finding a job until she got that out of her system, you know?

  His eyebrows shot up with a new realization. “Aaand… when she found a job, with a hundred K in the bank, she’d be able to hold out until she had a GOOD job.”

  He sat back. “And as far as Danny is concerned… pretty much the same thing. A million bucks to me would give each of them wiggle room. Not a totally free ride, but some breathing space.” He looked up at me. “Do you have any idea just how scared of the future the kids of today are?”

  All I could do was give a half shrug and half nod. What the hell did I know about ‘kids of today’? And I couldn’t say anything anyway. My mouth wouldn’t work. Marriage and kids?

  A cloud came over his face and he looked away. “This is so stupid,” he said in a low voice.

  I still managed to keep my mouth shut. It was an effort, because it just wanted to dangle on my lap.

  He turned back to me. “Well this is really stupid.” He gave his head a shake. “Look, Jessie, sometimes being older makes you a fart. And I feel like one right now.” He stood up. “Wait here.”

  I watched him stand, grab his jacket and pull open the room door. “I’ll be back in a flash.”

  The door closed behind him and left me there dumbfounded.

  The son of a bitch didn’t even give me a chance to catch my breath from his half assed proposal and lit out of here! On top of that, he didn’t give me a chance to tell him about the money! Jeez!

  And where the hell did he need to run off to like that?

  I sat there and collected my thoughts. Okay, when he comes back, maybe I shouldn’t spill the beans just yet. I mean, if I did, he’d second guess me; I sure would. He’d think that the reason I told him was because I wanted to land a husband. Damn!

  I stood up and opened another beer and took a long pull.

  This was supposed to be a great day! And I almost ruined it. Thank God I asked him that question. Because now at least, I knew the lay of the land. But damn…

  I was damned if I did and damned if I didn’t. If I told him NOW, his revelation would hover over everything. And yet if I kept my mouth shut, when I did let the cat out of the bag, he’d probably be even more pissed off at me for not saying anything.

  I flounced back down onto the chair.

  Where the hell did he go anyway?

  Jeez!

  I sat there for maybe another ten minutes and there was a knock at the door.

  I stood and opened it. Steve came in.

  “Sorry, I left so damn fast that I forgot to grab a key card.” He had a look on his face that was strange.

  “Steve, what the hell is going on?”

  He shucked off his jacket and tossed it on the floor in the corner. He was standing about two feet from me. He put his hands on his hips and said. “Why the Hell not, Jess?”

  “Huh?”

  “You asked me what would I do if I had won a million dollars in the lottery— ”

  “I didn’t say a million”

  “Okay, whatever. Even if it was only the booby prize or something—a few hundred thousand bucks or whatever.” He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter anyway, I don’t buy the damn tickets.” He held up a hand. “But that did get me thinking.”

  “And flying out the door. What—did you have to feed the meter or something?”

  “No. I had to go shopping. There’s a dollar store across the street.”

  “Hunh?”

  “I needed a placeholder.”

  “Hunh?”

  From his back pocket he pulled out a plastic bag. Inside of it he pulled out one of those display card thingies. You know, a bunch of cheap assed toys that they have all over the walls in those stores. This one said ‘Princess Jewellery Collection’ and had a warning label on it that said ‘Small pieces for ages 6 and up’. He pulled off the plastic sleeve covering it and held it out to me. “Pick one.”

  “Hunh?”

  “The hell with it. I’ll pick one.” He looked them over. He glanced up at me and back down to the collection. “Okay, this one will do for now.” He tossed the rest of them into the waste basket that was near the table holding the beer. He held up between two of his fingers a shiny plastic ring. It had a sky blue piece of whatever where the stone would be.

  It was pretty.

  He dropped to one knee.

  Oh. My. God. My hand flew to my mouth. “Wha— ”

  “When you asked that question, what would I do if I came into some serious money, I told you the truth. The first thing I’d do is put a ring on your finger.” He eyes were boring into mine. “And that was stupid, you know that? Because the only thing that was between you and me actually building a life together was a number. Whatever that magic number would be, the only reason I wasn’t asking you to spend your life with me was because of some stupid dollar figure.”

  “Hunh?”

  He smiled. A beautiful smile. That smile guys get when they spent the afternoon working on a car and have just turned on the ignition and it purrs to life. That smile they get right after they come. That smile that says all is well with the Universe. You know, that smile.

  And he smiled that smile at me. And he reached out and took my left hand. Slipping on that ring—the most beautiful piece of jewelry ever created—he said, “Jessica Adams, would you honor me by spending the rest of your life with me?”

  I didn’t say a word. Not ‘Yes!’ and not ‘Hunh?’. I bent down to him and kissed him.

  Now maybe most girls would get all misty and dewy eyed right now. I won’t lie and say that I wasn’t deeply touched, okay? And sure, I can cry happy as good as anyone else. I mean, I was just half assed proposed to! But I didn’t get all choked up—not by a long shot.

  I got horny. Not ‘interested’. Not ‘excited’. I was downright horny. In that instant when he put that chunk of plastic on my finger, I wanted to mate with my mate. It was primal. And I didn’t give a god damn whether or not he was willing or able. I was getting laid.

  So when I kissed Steve it was with an aching hunger. I held his face in my hands, one cupping his chin and yawned my mouth over his. My tongue invaded his face. I licked his lips over his teeth and snaked it inside his mouth like a little cock. I stood above him and fucked his face for a few strokes with my stiffened tongue.

  He got the message right away. He grasped the back of my head, pressing our mouths together even harder. He rose to his feet and in a single move scooped me up into his arms.

  I love it when he does that. Every time he picks me up he makes me feel petite. He’s the only man to ever do that to me since I was a child. He stepped over to the bed and gently laid me on it.

  I reached up and began to unbuckle his belt as he shed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. I undid the button on his jeans and slid them down his legs along with his underwear. He was already firm, which was wonderful—great minds thinking alike.

  We hadn’t said a word since he slipped that ring on my finger.

  I scootched over and he peeled off his socks and clambered into bed beside me. I turned on my side facing him.

  He chewed his lower lip as his gaze travelled up and down the length of my body. It was like he was looking at me for the first time, as ridiculous as that might sound. His eyes were devouring me. We had been a couple now for six months, and yet I could see his hunger for me.

  Which was a mirro
r of the hunger I had for him.

  I stayed silent, which for me is a stretch. I’ve only recently gotten used to being stared at. Up until I went to Hedonism, I always thought when guys were gazing at me they were thinking about how heavy I was. But at Hedonism, and all that happened there I learned to relax. That week, and up to now, when I’m stared at I realize that I’m being ogled, not judged.

  And that feels pretty damn good.

  As Steve’s eyes kept washing over me, I decided to amp it up. Lying sideways facing him, I bent my upper knee and opened my legs. The fabric of my peignoir and nightgown slid down to my crotch, covering it with a sheer curtain of lace. I slid my hand underneath and began to stroke myself gently.

  I slid my finger across the top of my furrow, teasing myself as I watched Steve watch me. When my finger reached the top of my cleft I pressed down on my clit, rubbing a small circle. It was already swollen, and the teasing sensation felt wonderful. I closed my eyes for a second and bit my lip to stay silent.

  I pulled my hand away from my crotch and began to rub circles on my lower stomach. That’s where his come was going to go. That’s where all the come from all the men I’ve fucked and will fuck goes. That thought has always excited me, ever since Steve said it for the first time.