Rock You Like a Hurricane: Stormy Weather, Book 1

by Lena Matthews

  “I guess you’re the winner.” Olivia smiled at Jack.

  Jack rubbed his hands together. “What to ask, what to ask. Hmmm…”

  The more he delayed, the more nervous she became. Initially she figured he’d be easier on her, especially after her conversation with Greg. But now, she was wondering if she completely misjudged both men.

  “How did you and the professor here meet?” After all his posturing, she’d been expecting something a bit more…intrusive. Nevertheless, she wasn’t going to complain.

  “He came in to the boutique where I work.”

  Jack looked at Greg and smirked. “Shopping for some lingerie for yourself?”

  Greg cleared his throat, displaying his obvious annoyance at Jack’s teasing. “Of course not.”

  “At the time,” Olivia interrupted before the bickering could get going, “I thought he was picking something up for someone he was seeing.”

  “And that wasn’t case?”

  “No,” Greg said. “I frequent the coffee shop next door to her store. She’d come in a few times when I was there. I was struck by her beauty and the way she was always smiling. I followed her back to the shop one day and introduced myself.”

  “I could tell he felt out of place there,” Olivia continued, getting into the spirit of things. “He was standing so stiff and trying so hard not to look too long at anything.”

  “I didn’t want you to think I was a pervert.”

  “Heaven forbid,” she teased. “Anyway, we talked for a bit and he asked me for my number. I figured since he was brave enough to come into the shop, the least I could do was be brave enough to give it to him. The rest is history.”

  “Satisfied?” Greg asked with a sneer.

  “Hardly, but it is interesting information.” Jack didn’t say anything further. Instead he gathered the cards and shuffled before spreading them out on the bed for the next round.

  All three picked a card and this time Olivia won. Although she wanted to find out more about both men, she was suddenly shy to ask any questions. And she wasn’t sure which one she should query first. She didn’t want her pick to think he was more important than the other man to her. It didn’t seem as if having the highest card was much of a winner anymore.

  “What first attracted you to me?”

  The two men looked at each other and then both turned their attention to her. Neither spoke, however. Her attempt to be deliberately evasive wasn’t working too well. “It’s something I want to know from each of you.”

  “Not how the game is played, my love. You set the rules, one question by the winner. You have to choose which one of us you want to answer.”

  Greg’s damn logic and insistence of playing by the rules had her annoyed. She deliberately turned toward Jack. “Okay, I pick you. To answer the question,” she clarified.

  “That’s easy. You’re beautiful, confident, self-assured, and of course, you said yes. How could I not want you?”

  Olivia flushed at all the compliments. She cut her gaze over to Greg and saw he wasn’t looking too pleased. Keeping both her men happy was always a balancing act, but even more so when they were in the same room with each other.

  “If you two are done with the mutual love-fest…”

  “Don’t be mad.” Olivia laid her hand on Greg’s arm and gave a slight squeeze. “It’s going to be a long night. There will be plenty of time for you.”

  “Oh, don’t worry. I plan to ensure there is.” Greg flipped over the three cards they’d used and instead of shuffling, swirled them around right on the comforter, mixing them thoroughly. He released a long-suffering sigh when Jack won the next flip as well.

  “I guess I’m Mr. Lucky tonight.”

  “Don’t count on it,” Greg muttered under his breath.

  “Hush.” Olivia shot him her best “you better mind your manners” frown, but he didn’t much look like he cared. “What’s your question, Jack?”

  “Okay, the last time Greggie and you fucked, how many times did he make come?”

  Before she even thought about it, she popped out, “Do you mean during intercourse, or before and after?”

  Greg gave a harsh bark of laughter. “Not exactly the answer you were expecting, huh?”

  “Actually, sounds to me as if you couldn’t close the deal while you were inside her. Maybe even that you came before she did,” Jack pointed out.

  Olivia immediately jumped to Greg’s defense. “He didn’t. I came during sex.”

  Jack leaned forward, invading her personal space. “How many times is the question? Tell the truth, Liv, did he make you scream or was it just a tiny bitty one that barely counts?”

  Oh my God. The image he painted in her mind had her flushed and restless. Hell’s bells, if she were alone right now her hand would probably be down her pants at this very moment. Instead she was sitting there blinking and gasping for breath, wondering if she dared to answer him.

  “Tell him, baby.” Greg’s voice was in her ear. “Tell us both about how hard and long you came on my cock.”

  Olivia swallowed hard and closed her eyes before she spoke. “I didn’t scream, I couldn’t. It was so long and hard, I don’t know how long, all I know is that I was boneless after.”

  The feel of a hard knuckle brushing over her hard-tipped nipples had her eyelids flashing open. “I think you like talking dirty,” Greg observed with a smirk.

  “I…uh…” Olivia’s gaze slashed to Jack and she was surprised by the look in his eyes. Instead of the expected jealousy, desire and need was reflected there.

  “In this instance I have to agree, Professor. Olivia likes to get down and dirty, don’t you, Liv?”

  She licked her lips and nodded.

  “I’ll file that away in my mental database. But now it’s time for round four.” Greg’s quick change had her reeling. Jack sat back while Greg mixed up the cards again. “Pick your cards.”

  Olivia waited this time and allowed the two men to pick first. Jack didn’t even look at his card, just flipped over the one closest to him. The five of clubs had her breathing a sigh of relief. She had a better than fifty percent chance of picking a higher card. Greg took the card right in the middle of the pile, looked at it and shrugged.

  “At least I beat the grease monkey,” he said as he revealed the seven of diamonds.

  Olivia confidentially picked her card, once again flipping it over without looking at the card, judging the looks on their faces to figure out how she did. But instead of the disappointment she’d hoped for, they both began to smile. The three of diamonds winked back at her mockingly. “Not again,” she wailed.

  “No, you have to answer my question this time.” Instead of Jack’s glee, Greg seemed almost disinterested. He rubbed his index finger over his chin as if in deep thought. “Tell me about the one thing Jack does in bed that just drives you wild.”

  Olivia’s tongue felt as if it were stuck to the roof of her mouth. These guys were giving her no quarter, and what had originally been her method to learn more about them had been turned on its head.

  “What makes you think it’s just one thing?” Jack asked.

  “Actually I’m hoping you at least have one thing. If you don’t, I worry about you.”

  Jack snorted. “I’ve got nothing to be concerned about, no need to worry about me.”

  “Jack is great in bed…”

  “Hear that?” Jack smiled. “I’m great.”

  “But,” Olivia held up her hand to halt any further interruptions from the peanut gallery, “so are you. You’re both equally great in bed. I just wanted to get that out in the clear.”

  “That wasn’t the question, my love,” Greg reminded her.

  “I know.” Olivia was going to have such a head rush from all the blood pooling in her cheeks. “I’m working up to it.”

  “Feeling shy?” Jack teasingly asked.

  “A bit.” Were they serious? “Because I’m not sure there is an etiquette book out there that tells the
proper way to talk about one lover to the other.”

  “We don’t need etiquette. Just honesty. What does he do that you like?”

  Olivia held Greg’s gaze. She wanted him to really hear what she was saying about him and about Jack. “Just so you know, I honestly to the core of me don’t feel like one of you is a better lover than other. Our sex lives aren’t similar. There are things you like to do I’ve never tried with Jack, and there are things Jack likes to do I’ve never tried with you.”

  “You’re stalling,” Greg pointed out.

  “I’m not… Okay,” Olivia took a deep breath to calm her racing nerves, before she continued, “Jack has an oral fixation.”

  Greg eyes widened, but it was the only sign her words might have shocked. “Oral fixation.”

  “She means eating pussy.”

  “I know what she means.” Greg took a sip of his beer while eyeing Olivia, who felt like the biggest whore in all the land, which was really weird. “And you like the way he does it.”

  Olivia didn’t feel slutty for having her lovers meet each other and discuss their sex lives with her. The part making her uncomfortable was the fact Greg now saw her in a different light. And that wasn’t what she wanted. Not at all. “Yes, not to say you’re not good at it, because you are. You’ve lost some hair yourself from me tugging so hard. I’m just saying, Jack really enjoys doing it, and his enthusiasm can be catchy.”

  “Okay then.” Greg set the bottle down on the nightstand closest to him and picked up the cards. He shuffled quickly then laid them out again. “You know what to do,” he said, before reaching over and grabbing a card. Like last time he wasted no time flipping it over. This time it was the jack of hearts he pulled.

  “That should have been my card,” the other man grumbled good-naturedly as he turned over his own card.

  To Olivia’s amusement it was the two of clubs. “Hmmm, Jack beat by a jack, that’s going to leave a mark,” she teased over her beaus’ grumbles.

  “Poetic, isn’t it?” Greg grinned.

  “I don’t even feel the need to pull a card after that.” A nice little bonus for her.

  “Don’t. I have a great question for Mechanic Mike.”

  Jack arched an eyebrow. “You want to know what Olivia does in bed that drives me wild?”

  “Not at all. I have another question all picked out for you.”

  “Aww.” Olivia felt a moment of disappointment. She’d been boosting their egos all night. It would have been nice to hear how she rocked their world as well.

  “Don’t worry, love.” Greg patted her leg. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to get juicy stuff out of him. But for now, he’s mine.”

  Jack didn’t like the sound of that at all. He’d been having a great time raking Greg over the coals and being an all-around annoying prick to the other man. He wasn’t looking forward to karma paying him a visit. Although he was a little hesitant about what the professor had in store for him, he just smiled and never let it show. “Hit me with it. What secret do you want to know about moi?”

  “How long have you known you were bisexual?”

  Jack’s mouth dropped open and he stared in stunned disbelief. Bi. Bisexual. Him. Oh no, never that. “For, ummm, about never.”

  Greg pointed his beer at Jack. “You’re supposed to answer truthfully. Tell him, Olivia.”

  “Well, you are, but I think he’s telling the truth.” She frowned and looked over at him, silently studying him with her eyes. “I mean, you’re not, are you?”

  She had to ask? “Hell no.”

  “Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” Liv said quickly, as if she were afraid of hurting his feelings if it wasn’t true. “I mean, you like who you like.”

  “And I like pussy. Just pussy. Well, occasionally ass, but only if it’s neighbor to a pussy.”

  Greg’s lips twitched as if he were having a hard time holding back a laugh. “I’m…” he cleared his throat before continuing, “…surprised to hear you say that.”

  Jack frowned. “Why?”

  “It might have something to do with the way you were checking me out in the bathroom while I was undressed.”

  “I wasn’t.” Jack did not like the direction this conversation was going. Not one stinky bit.

  “And you called me pretty.”

  “But that was…”

  “And,” Greg cut him off mid-explanation, “you stood there in the hallway claiming the lack of light was preventing you from leaving, even though the truth was you wanted to stay, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, but not to look at your junk.”

  “Then why?”

  What the fuck did this guy teach? Debate? “Because I was being a shit. And I was just trying to make you uncomfortable enough to leave.”

  “Jack.” Liv slapped his arm. “That’s not nice.”

  “No. Not nice at all.” Greg raised the bottle to his lips, but instead of drinking, he smiled behind the bottle, obviously enjoying Liv giving Jack a little hell.

  “If you’d have thought of it first, you would have acted the same way.”

  “No, nothing would have made me stare at another man nude.”

  “So, what, you’re a homophobe?” Jack asked, trying to turn the cards back on Greg and get the focus off himself.

  “Why, does it bother your gay side that I might be?”

  “I’m not gay or bi or hetero-flexible.”

  “Right.” Greg’s tone belied his words.

  Liv slipped her middle finger and her thumb in her mouth and let out an ear-piercing whistle so loud it rivaled the storm outside. “Okay. Guess what, I’m not having fun anymore. Is this cock fighting going to continue all night? Because honestly, it’s getting old.”

  “Probably,” they both admitted at the same time.

  “Then let’s figure out a way to turn those frowns upside down. There’s got to be a plus to both of you being here. I can’t believe it’s just a coincidence.”

  Jack usually loved her unbridled enthusiasm, but he believed there was another explanation for both men to be there tonight. “Maybe the reason is for you to finally decide.”

  Liv’s brows drew together. “I don’t like that reason.”

  “Because you don’t want to pick,” Greg noted.

  “No, I don’t. I like things like they are. For me, you guys are half of a whole. And in a perfect world…” Her words trailed off and she looked away, but not before he saw the telltale rose tint of her cheeks.

  “What? Tell us.” Jack reluctantly included Greg, discerning without having to ask that the other man would want to know what Liv was trying to tell them.

  “In a perfect world we’d all be free to do what we want.”

  “And what is it you want?” Jack continued to prod her.

  “I want to see you both.”

  “We’re already doing that,” Greg reminded her.

  “No, you don’t understand.”

  Jack could tell this was difficult for her, but he wanted her to see it to the end. “Explain it to us, Liv. What do you mean by see us both?”

  “I know it’s unthinkable, selfish and more than a little twisted, but I like having you both here, even if you’re snapping at each other. I still enjoy having the two of you around. And it’s sort of had me thinking. Why does it just have to be when I’m stressed out? Why can’t we date, like this,” she gestured between the three of them, “all the time?”

  “Because we can’t,” Greg replied insistently.

  “Why not?”

  The look of determination in her gaze made Jack nervous. “What exactly are you thinking?”

  “You guys have met now. Why can’t the three of us hang out? I’m not suggesting sex. I’m talking about doing date stuff. But with all three of us.”

  “I don’t want to date him.” Jack spoke slowly, to make his point as clear as possible. No matter what strange thoughts Greg might have put in her head, he wasn’t interested in the other man in any way, s
hape, or form.

  “You’re not, you’re dating me.”

  “Then why does he have to be there?”

  “Because when it’s just me, we have a blast.” She smiled. “We have so much fun together. You don’t take things too seriously, you’re not afraid to take what you want. You’re almost perfect.”

  Jack’s heart was heavy as he asked the question. “Almost?”

  “Yes.” Liv looked over at Greg. “That’s where Greg’s side comes in. I have a great time with him. We can talk about anything. He’s spontaneous but grounded. He’s wicked smart, funny in a dry sort of way, and he makes me feel great about me. But our relationship isn’t perfect either.”

  “Why not?” Jack needed to hear something bad about the other guy after the litany of compliments.

  “Because separately you guys are breathtaking, but together you’re like the damn Fourth of July.”

  Jack arched a brow. “What, we’re loud, crowded, and have a faint aroma of hot dogs surrounding us?”

  “No.” She laughed. “Together you both make my life light up. And I think I want that all the time. Fireworks.”

  “I think you’ve lost your mind,” Greg said after a few seconds of strained silence.

  Jack felt the exact same way, but he was smart enough to keep his opinion to himself until he figured out the best way to handle the newly bedlam-headed woman in front of him.

  “Why?” The sincerity in her voice baffled him. Could she really not see the bad parts of her suggestions?

  “Because let’s say the three of us go out. Whose date are you? Will we alternate? Will I have to watch you hold his hand one night while we see a movie then have him watch you hold mine at dinner the next night? Trade off, like on shifts?”

  “Of course not. I know you guys have lives. See other people.”

  “Actually, I’m not seeing anyone else,” Jack said.

  “You’re not?” Liv cocked her head in confusion. “But why?”

  “Because I realize I have what I want. You.”

  “Isn’t this just bloody impressive.” Greg rose to his feet. His agitation radiated off him like flames. “Now I suppose you’re going to tell me you’re such a good champ you’ll be willing to let her still see me, just to show her how much better than me you are.”