23
Hale: Something Emotional
Ms. Kira Walker is full of surprises. She obviously likes to have fun, but this — I didn’t imagine her being up for this. At least not yet.
I’m almost wishing I could find something I don’t like about her — something uptight, or mean, or vain. Just something that I can latch onto to keep distance between us, even as I enjoy her body. But I can’t.
She’s full of surprises, and I love them all. She’s a beautiful contradiction of sexy temptress, sassy witch, and caring friend — and I like every side of her I see.
Right now I’m looking at a physical part of her that I like a whole lot. She’s bent over Pierce and his cock is rhythmically pumping in and out of her — it’s almost hypnotic.
Her plump, juicy ass is right in front of me, and I squeeze it greedily with one hand while I flip open the lube with my other. I drizzle the silky liquid on her tight opening and start to slowly massage the area with my finger.
She flinches, then relaxes, and soon she’s pushing back against my finger, urging me inside her.
I take my time as I promised I would. It means something to me that she chose me — us — for this experience, and I want it to be a good one.
After a hot, leisurely amount of time preparing her, relaxing her, and gradually stretching her, I slather lube on my cock and nudge at her puckered hole.
“Oh!” she says, a mix of surprise and pleasure in her voice.
I push in the smallest amount and hold steady, letting her adjust. I squeeze her asscheek hard and close my eyes, trying to draw down my desire a few notches.
When Kira moves back against me, I push in a little further and she moans.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods.
“Want me to go on?”
She nods more quickly. “Oh yeah. Definitely.”
She bends lower over Pierce, giving me even better access. I drizzle still more lube on my shaft, and then spreading her wide, I push further inside her.
Kira reaches back and squeezes my thigh encouragingly. I pause, retreat, and then push forward. We moan together this time.
“It’s good, Hale. It’s good,” she says.
I start to move in a rhythm, and Pierce quickly picks up on it, pulling back as I push in, and then filling her as I withdraw. We support her between us, as we both watch and feel her pleasure rise.
Pierce can see her face, but I can hear her breathing change and feel the changes in how she moves. I know when she’s getting close. I reach around her, find her clit and squeeze, and she loses control.
“Oh god, oh yes, ohmygod!” She yells and thrashes, and god, I love every frantic, sweaty second of it. I’ve never seen a woman as responsive as she is.
“That’s it, babe,” I say, holding myself inside her as Pierce pumps into her. I realize he’s coming, too, and I can’t believe how well they work together. I can’t believe just how damn good this is for the three of us, and then, taking me by surprise, my orgasm races up and overtakes me just as theirs are finishing.
The force of it shocks me. I knew it would be good. I’ve been somehow holding back ever since she climbed onto me out in the living room. I don’t know how I held back, but now that it’s come, I don’t know how I’m going to hold on.
I stiffen and shudder as I pour myself into her, feeling like something emotional breaks free along with the physical. I hold tight to Kira as I let myself go.
When I’m empty, I slip out of her and straighten up, but before I can step away, she’s there, grabbing my hand, and pulling me down onto the bed.
I gratefully collapse to the side of her, sandwiching her between myself and Pierce. We’re all still breathing heavily. Pierce lets out a long sigh.
I turn to face Kira, tangling my legs with hers. Pierce has his arm flung over her hips, so I reach across her shoulders and go in for a kiss. When I pull away, her eyes are wide with surprise.
The look of vulnerability on her face kicks at my gut. I know that feeling. I am that feeling.
I run the back of my hand gently over her cheek, back and forth until she closes her eyes. I kiss her once more, softly, and then lie back down beside her, fitting my body against hers.
24
Kira: Nestled Between Two Gorgeous Men
This is what I wanted the last time, isn’t it? A little tenderness?
So why is something inside me squirming with panic?
It was big, what we just shared. To me, it was, anyway. And from the look in Hale’s eyes just now, maybe it was for him, too.
It wasn’t something I’d fantasized about. Hale and Pierce launched many fantasies after I met them, but I hadn’t imagined this — the three of us together, connected. It’s over, and we’re still connected, limbs entwined, bodies touching, naked, with nowhere to hide.
Why was it somehow easier when they acted like thoughtless jerks?
Hale kissed me. Not the kind of kiss you give someone with whom you’ve just shared a casual fuck. It was tender and filled with emotion.
I’m still reeling from it — trying so hard not to overanalyze it — when Pierce goes up on his elbow, bends over me and kisses me in a similar way. Caring, thoughtful, but hot too, like he could be ready to go again.
“That was amazing,” he says, tracing a finger down my neck and over my breast. “I want to take you out sometime soon, Kira. I want to date you properly. And I want us to do this many more times.”
As he says “us,” he looks over at Hale, very purposefully making it clear that he’s not trying to compete for me. Hale is still lying flat, but his eyes are open, and from his expression, I can see that he’s listening.
“I —” I start to speak, but I falter.
“I want that, too,” Hale says, looking over.
“I don’t know how that would work,” I say.
“However we want it to,” Hale says. He closes his eyes then and I take that as an opportunity to delay this discussion that I’m not prepared for.
“It’s late,” I say. “We can talk about it tomorrow. Would you like to stay tonight?” I’m grateful for my king-sized bed. It’s still a tight fit, but we can make it work. I may be panicked and confused about what I want from these men, but I’m not ready for them to leave.
“I’m going to need to get back to the hospital early,” Hale says.
“I’ll drive you. We can get your car in the early hours before traffic hits,” Pierce says.
“All right. Thanks.”
We get up separately for bathroom visits, but we return to the same positions, and I spend a short but restful night nestled between two gorgeous men.
In the early hours of dawn, Pierce and Hale are no less attractive. More so, in fact. I’d only seen them well-groomed and professionally dressed prior to last night. In the morning, their faces are stubbled, their hair is mussed, and still naked, Pierce has morning wood.
I’m groggy until I see his erection. It instantly rouses me and, even though time is tight, I reach for the bottle of lube. Kneeling between them on the bed, I take Pierce’s cock in my right hand, and Hale’s in my left.
Soon I’m giving tandem hand jobs to the two most beautiful cocks I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. From base to tip, I slide my fists over them, stretching them out, still thrilling at their impressive sizes as they swell in my hands.
After an initial look of surprise, Pierce lies back, closes his eyes again, and makes low sounds, letting me know how much he’s enjoying my attention. Hale props himself up and watches me, glancing over at my other hand from time to time.
I can’t help but smile. I don’t know what we’re doing or where things are going, and I’m certain that getting involved with them was a bad idea, but at this moment, with these two gorgeous men stretched out beneath me in my bed, I can’t summon an ounce of regret.
Hale comes first. Nearly silent, he seems to go inward for a long time. Minutes later, Pierce groans and releases.
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nbsp; I glow with satisfaction at having given them this morning surprise. When Pierce makes a move to return the favor, I put him off. “Later. You need to leave soon.”
I lie down and drift off again as they take turns in the bathroom. When I wake a second time, Hale is sitting on the bed, offering me a cup of hot coffee. “I finally brought coffee for you, boss lady,” he says in a near whisper. “Just remember, I’m not gonna do it at the office, no matter how good a hand job you give.”
His grin is so fucking sexy. The thought flashes through my mind that I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning, but I push that idea aside. “Thank you,” I say, smiling back at him. He gives me a quick kiss before he gets up.
“Let me know how Sierra’s doing,” I say. His face goes grim, but it’s not as dark as it was yesterday.
“Will do.”
“I’ll come back by and drive you in,” Pierce says, reminding me that my car is also still at the office.
“Okay. See you soon.”
He kisses me too, and after they leave, I sit there for a long while, half of my mind numb, the other half racing.
25
Hale: Not Without You
It’s a hectic and trying day. The important upside is that Sierra is stable and safe. The downside is that the hospital is ready to release her, and I have to hustle to line up rehab.
I can’t keep watch on her day and night, but I’m going to make damn sure that she is completely clean and clear before she’s out in the world facing any temptation to relapse.
Among my many phone calls to medical and substance abuse professionals and facilities, I check in with the office a couple of times and Pierce assures me everything is under control.
By some major miracle, I manage to make arrangements for Sierra, and drive her across town in the early evening to check into a top notch recovery center, where she’ll live for at least a month.
I stay there as long as they let me, and then I hug my sister goodbye. “I’ll be in touch every day, Sierra. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Hale,” she says, wrapping her thin arms around me. “Thank you for always being there for me.”
I crash as soon as I get home, and sleep soundly, despite the bed suddenly seeming big and empty. In the morning, my first thought is of Kira’s surprise handjob from the previous day, and I can’t deny how much I’m looking forward to seeing her.
Shortly after I get into my office, she comes in with Pierce following behind her.
“How’s Sierra?” she asks, taking a seat on the other side of my desk.
“Okay,” I say. “I think she’s gonna be okay.” I’d texted a brief update to both of them yesterday, and they know she’s in rehab. “I think it hit her, how close she came to killing herself, and I hope that awareness will get her through what’s to come.”
“It’ll be tough,” Pierce says, “but it sounds like she’s gonna be okay.”
“Yeah,” I say, “I hope you’re right. Okay, anything I need to know around here?”
They bring me up to speed on our projects and I’m relieved and grateful to hear that things seem relatively calm and on track.
Also I notice a new note of comfortable familiarity running through our conversation. The habit of teasing and antagonizing that Kira and I had is absent, and the undercurrent of competition that always seemed to run between Pierce and me is gone. Maybe they’re treating me differently because of the Sierra situation, but I suspect it has more to do with our night together.
Pierce clears his throat. “I was talking to Kira about dinner. Are you available tonight?” Kira is picking at invisible lint on her skirt and looks uncomfortable.
“Have you two made plans?” I ask.
“Not without you,” Pierce says.
I stare at Kira until she looks up. “What’s the matter?” I ask her.
“I just don’t see how this can work,” she says, an uncharacteristic and very appealing blush coloring her cheeks.
“What’s complicated about three people going out to dinner?” Pierce says.
She sighs and gives a small shrug. “What about the office? What about people talking?”
“Who’s to know dinner isn’t a business meeting? Who’s to know anything about it at all?” Pierce says.
“Besides,” I say with a smirk, “you’re the boss’s daughter. When you take over, you can fire anyone who’s gossiping about you.”
Kira’s cheeks darken and she looks down at her lap again.
“What?” I ask, reaching across the desk to grab her shoulder with mock urgency. “Did you already fire people? Have I been fired?”
She laughs, a beautiful, throaty sound that does something to my insides. “I guess it’s time for me to come clean,” she says looking up at both me and Pierce. “I’m just working here for a few months. It’s a temporary internship.”
“What?” Pierce sounds both amused and surprised.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, walking around to stand between them. “Does your father know this?” He’s never given me the impression that Kira was here on a temporary basis.
“He does,” she says, looking up at me with determined eyes. “I don't know if he fully accepts it or not, but our agreement is that I work here for three months and then I'm leaving to start my own business.”
“Hmph.” She's taken me by surprise, and I realize the thought of her leaving isn’t a pleasant one. “So why did you lead us to believe you were here to take over?”
“You have no idea how fun it is to mess with your mind, and how easy it is to get a rise out of you,” Kira says with a laugh.
“I know very well how easily you get a rise out of me,” I say, putting her hand over my fly, where my cock jumps up to greet her. “Every time I see you.” I groan as she gives me a quick squeeze.
“What type of business will you be starting?” Pierce asks.
“Skincare. Hair care. I've developed my own formulations. High end, natural products.”
“Hmph,” I repeat, at a rare loss for words as this woman continues to impress me.
Kira sits up straighter in her chair, recrosses her legs, and pushes her hair back behind her shoulders. “So you both can relax. I’m not after your jobs.”
“Pity,” I say, regaining my cool. “I was really looking forward to working under you.”
26
Pierce: A Current Running Between Us
“To secrets,” Hale says, raising his glass of saké to Kira and me for a toast. The three of us are seated at a small table in the back corner of Hale’s favorite Japanese restaurant.
“Secrets?” Kira says, cocking her head, pausing with her drink midway to her pretty pink lips.
“You’re referring to this so-called business dinner?” I ask. We came here from the office, and we’re still dressed in our daytime attire, but I doubt we’ll be talking shop.
Hale nods. “That and the secret Kira’s been keeping.” He smiles at her. “The fact that she’s just a glorified temp, and not after our jobs.”
She takes a short sip of her drink and gives him a sheepish smile. “I was a bit nervous about telling you the truth.”
“Why is that?” I ask, surprised at how vulnerable she looks.
“Maybe you’re just sleeping with me to curry favor,” she says, her tone both teasing and challenging as her eyes light with fire again.
I laugh as Hale says, “Oh yes, it’s quite a chore, pretending to find you attractive.” He smiles at her over his glass, his eyes sparkling, and I can see why women find him so charming. For a change, his flirtatious personality doesn’t irritate me tonight.
After the waitress arrives to take our food order, Hale asks Kira, “So what was it like growing up with World War III?”
“World War III?” she echoes.
“Winston Walker III,” Hale explains. “WW III.”
“Ah, yes. Good one. Pretty fitting name when he was going through his divorces.” Kira takes a drin
k of her wine before continuing. “It was fine. He wasn’t around all that much.”
“We know how that is,” I say.
“But we’re grateful he’s not around. I imagine that wasn’t the case for you,” Hale says.
“You’re right. I missed him sometimes.” She looks down and absently runs her finger around the base of her glass. “But I learned pretty early not to count on him.”
The sudden burst of protective anger that flares inside me makes me realize I could really fall for her. Maybe I already have. It’s no surprise that I don’t typically move fast with a woman, but there is just something about her. I knew she was smart, beautiful, and confident, but seeing a more fragile side of her makes her more real, and all the more appealing.
I can’t believe I’m sitting here on a date with her, with another man along, but somehow it feels right. I can’t make sense of how or why it feels right, but for once in my life, I’m just going to go with it.
We talk while we eat, but we don’t exactly have a leisurely meal. There’s a current running between us, excitement about what’s to come this evening.
While we wait for the check, Kira excuses herself to go to the restroom.
“You’ve done a real 180, Pierce,” Hale says when we’re alone, leaning back in his seat and looking at me appraisingly.
“Meaning?”
“It wasn’t that long ago that you were committed to keeping your work and personal lives separate. You seem to have thrown that idea out.”
I shrug. “Seems that way.” I meet his stare for several long seconds. “What about you? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you date the same woman twice.”
The briefest flash of pain crosses Hale’s expression. It might have even been fear, but it passes so quickly that I can’t say for sure. When he doesn’t respond, I say, “What are we doing, exactly?”
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