Right or wrong, all she wanted was an orgasm given to her by this woman. “Please…”
Sliding one hand around and under her shirt, Natalia flattened her palm on Brie’s belly, and slipped beneath the low band of her jeans. Her fingertips pushed her panties aside and found her clit with skillful ease. As her fingertip made small circles, Brie thrust her hips against the pressure.
“That’s it…god, you’re so wet and hot. I want to feel you come. Come for me.”
Rocking more quickly against her fingers, she drew in air as the climax slammed into her. Natalia sealed their mouths together to capture the sound. She continued to stroke and slid further back to press two fingers inside her, launching her into a second orgasm on top of the first.
As she came back to herself, Natalia lifted away and took her hand from under her clothes. While she watched, the woman slipped both fingers in her mouth and sucked her release from them.
“Exactly as I thought. Delicious.” She pressed the length of her body against her. “The next time I make you come, it will be with my mouth. I will drink you down like fine wine.”
Taking a single step back, she straightened Brie’s clothing and took her hand. Distantly, she registered being led to the sidewalk. There was a sharp whistle and a cab pulled along the curb.
Natalia opened the door and gently nudged her inside. The cabbie took the twenty-dollar bill she held out. “Take her to the address she gives you.” Fingers smoothed over her head. “We’ll talk again. I hope you’ll allow me to help you stop hiding, Brie. It was a true pleasure to meet you.”
“Wait!” she shouted and Natalia turned back. “Do either of you know how to simply ask someone to dinner?”
She looked shocked at the question.
In a daze, she shook her head and slammed the door. As the cab pulled into traffic, Brie wondered if she was losing her mind.
All signs pointed to yes.
Hudson moved to stand beside Natalia and wrapped his arm around her shoulder when the cab disappeared. With a sense of urgency, she pulled his head to hers, and kissed him deeply to share the taste of Brie from her lips and tongue.
Growling, his fingers dug into her waist. He sampled the essence of the woman she knew he wanted until he was insane with it.
When they separated, she said quietly, “She’s so much more open than even she probably realizes.”
He pulled her back into the alley and shoved her roughly against the wall. “Tell me. Tell me what happened. Every second, Natalia.” He kissed her neck and she moaned softly.
“I kissed her. I had to sample those lips. They’re perfection. I want to feel them on my pussy. To watch them sucking your cock.” He slid his hands up to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples firmly between his thumbs and forefingers.
“She was surprised but not disgusted. Hudson…oh god.”
He ground his cock against her clit and she knew she would have no control. Not this time. Brie had already pushed her to the limit.
“She kissed me back, pressed her body against me. I showed her how to work herself on my thigh. I could feel how hot her pussy was through our clothes. She was ready and needed to come. I slipped my hand inside her clothes and played with her clit until she came. When I pushed two fingers into her tight pussy, she came again. I sucked her cream from my fingers and put her in a cab.”
Hudson ground hard against her and she felt him come; a first in all the years she’d known him and it was too much. She rocked against him and let go, coming harder than she ever had without an edge of pain or full penetration.
They held one another, gasping for air as their hearts slammed in their chests.
“I haven’t come in my clothes since I was fifteen,” he murmured at her neck. “Jesus.”
“I want her Hudson. If you don’t share her I will take her for myself.”
Her best friend, her only true friend, chuckled and it was warm on her skin. “You’re the only person who could snatch her from my grasp.”
The tears shocked her into utter stillness and she held her breath. Hudson pulled back to stare at her, brushing them away with his thumbs, a frown between his eyes.
“Natalia…”
“I need her goodness to touch me. I need to absorb it and feel what it’s like to be in her skin. All these months, I’ve listened to everyone talk about her. I watched her before you asked me to. I’ve been getting attached but until she told me we were takers and to wallow in our existence, I didn’t understand exactly what she was and what she could be to us.”
She pushed away from the wall and straightened her clothing.
Raking her fingers through her hair, she stared at the brick. “We are so fucked up, Hudson. We have no balance. If we were happy, I could understand but we are two of the most miserable human beings I’ve ever met. I see it in myself as clearly as I see it in you.”
“I don’t know how to fix it. Tell me how to fix it, Natalia.”
“You called me to fuck you after giving her an orgasm. I thought I passed her. She almost ran from the building so I wasn’t sure.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Before the cab pulled away, she asked if we know how to simply ask someone on a date.”
One shoulder lifted in a shrug. “We don’t. Fucking means nothing to you and me, Hudson. It is no more important or special than closing a deal or reviewing quarterly financials.”
“No…”
She stepped close, put her fingers over his lips, and looked deep into his eyes.
“Touching that woman, making her feel, it matters. We hurt her badly. I think we need her, Hudson. I think you need to pull your head out of your ass or we’re going to lose her.”
Natalia left him standing in the alley, staring at the street beyond but not really seeing it.
Chapter Ten
Three months later…
A rewarding Friday night soak with a good book was the only plan Brie had for the evening. She’d been in the tub for over an hour, periodically refreshing the hot water, when her phone rang. Leaning out of the tub, she answered, careful not to put it along her face.
“You’re soaking and reading again aren’t you?”
She grinned. “Guilty. Hey, Riya.”
There was a dramatic sigh. “When are you going to come out and have fun with us? You’re too calm when the sun goes down! Tawny is dying to corrupt you! She said Zach and Quinn have the perfect duo to fix you up with.”
“Um, no, Riya. I don’t think I could handle two men. I promise to go out a few weeks after the surgery. I’m too self-conscious to dance in public and you know I love to dance.”
“You’re going to do it then? You decided on the procedure?” Riya was nervous on her behalf.
“I have to. My low back hurts all the time now that I do more walking. I’m just not big enough to carry all this weight up front.”
She heard Max or Micah call out hello to her. It made her smile.
“You go have enough fun for both of us and tell the M’s I said hello. Once again…no, Tawny is not to fix me up with anyone.”
“I’m not telling her that. She’s mean,” she said in a loud whisper.
“I heard that, bitch!” Tawny yelled from the background. “Brie, don’t make me come over there.”
“After your surgery we’re going shopping. You’ll need a completely new wardrobe so you won’t have a choice. Don’t fall asleep in the tub.”
After they hung up, Brie stared at the ceiling for a long time and let her thoughts wander. Their ultimate destination was Hudson Winters…and very often his lover.
The few occasions Brie had time to observe him, she was reminded of European gypsies described in fairytales.
Mostly because you are a complete and utter idiot.
More than once, she’d witnessed his abrupt rudeness. He said and did things without thinking. Her overall impression was that of a person who found it difficult to connect and didn’t think it was very important anyway.
A man w
ho fucked women but maintained no lasting relationships with them.
The one exception was Natalia Roman.
She was the only woman who could consistently pull emotion from Hudson. They were lovers but mostly, they seemed like friends who found something in one another that the other people in their lives didn’t provide.
After they spent the night together, Hudson was visibly calmer. The barely suppressed rage that seemed to live just under his skin settled for a few days.
For that reason, Brie liked the other woman.
The fact that Natalia had played her body so easily made her wonder what more time with her would be like.
Perhaps Hudson was too arrogant for a woman like Brie but something about him tweaked the part of her that picked up strays on the side of the road and talked homeless people into a hot meal.
There was no doubt that knowing she thought of him in such a way would infuriate the man.
She knew this despite the fact that they had rarely spoken since Christmas Eve seven months ago. She was embarrassed that she’d been so easy, so willing to have sex with a man who hadn’t touched her since.
What he had managed to do was awaken a sexual side of her she hadn’t known existed. She’d been so good at suppressing her sexuality that she’d begun to wonder if it existed. Hudson brought it roaring to life and it was becoming hellishly inconvenient.
Before him, lovers barely made her warm but she convinced herself that the emotional relationship was the only thing that truly mattered.
That, she now realized, was total bullshit.
She didn’t ask questions about Hudson, never said his name in front of Riya or the M’s, nor did she make an effort to speak to him directly.
After he mentioned Googling him, unable to contain her curiosity, Brie did.
Prior to college, there was almost no information about the obscenely wealthy man. Not where he’d grown up, who his family was, or what kind of a childhood he’d had.
It had been the tidbits she’d found that made her look at him differently. Tiny snippets of information that no one – not even Hudson’s public relations people – thought were newsworthy.
A first name or simply initials to attest to his visiting a children’s home or spending the day with Habitat for Humanity. Only photos taken and uploaded by the charities themselves announced that he’d been there, that he’d helped.
Brie admitted her strange fascination with the man. Rapidly gaining ground was her fixation with Natalia. All she could hope was that she was good at hiding it. Her rising sex drive made her receptive to both of them in ways she never would have considered.
The few photos of Natalia were at society events but she was certain the dark-haired woman in several charity photographs with Hudson were his best friend.
Despite the fact that her hair was scraped back in a short ponytail, she wore a baseball cap pulled low, and casual clothes – something about the way she stood reminded her of the club owner.
She reclined in her claw-foot tub and imagined him as he’d been photographed on a yacht in the South Pacific. He came out of the ocean nude. At first, she imagined herself nude with him…then put her own clothes back on and made it all about Hudson.
As her fingers drifted down her stomach and over her mound, the most incredible series of thoughts popped into her head. Once there, they would not leave.
What did he look like when he fisted his cock?
Did he move fast or slow?
Did he concentrate on stroking the shaft or rub his palm over the head?
Did he cup his balls while he jacked off?
Would he let a woman watch him do it?
She took her time stroking herself, rubbing her clit, and let the climax build slowly. She imagined herself in a chair, touching herself like this for him, her legs over the arms so she was completely open.
Hudson would stand over her while he fisted his cock and watch her play with her pussy. Maybe he would tell her what to do – he seemed like the type.
Why that turned her on, she had no clue.
He’d move closer when he sensed she was about to come. The sound of his voice in her head was becoming common while she masturbated. She neither questioned his presence nor felt ashamed of the sexual response it caused.
“Your little clit is so hard and red. Slip two fingers inside. Fuck, yes. I can see how good that makes you feel. Keep going.”
His eyes would lock on hers, filled with too much power and it would make her breath catch in her throat an instant before her body snatched away her control.
The climax would be extreme, almost painfully so.
Triumph would be clearly written on his face. Then he would let his own pleasure go, pumping stream after stream of warm semen on her belly and the folds of her pussy with a primal growl. Maybe he’d lean over her, with his hand on the back of the chair, and let her take the final drops left on the tip with her lips and tongue.
With a whimper, Brie came so hard she was lightheaded. When the image of Natalia massaging Hudson’s come into Brie’s skin as she helped suck his cock clean popped into her brain, it slammed her over the cliff again.
She wasn’t sure she maintained consciousness throughout.
When her breathing returned to normal and she was sure her legs would hold her, she stood and drained the tub. Pulling the shower curtain closed she quickly showered and washed her hair.
Since it was Friday, she’d let the heavy mass air dry to give it a break from being tightly bound.
Standing in front of the mirror, she examined her body. She was her toughest critic but she tried to see the good things. Her hair was thick and healthy; her eyes bright and clear.
Her skin was golden all over and it was soft from regular sugar scrubs and moisturizers her mother made and sent her. Her stomach was slightly rounded, no matter what she tried. She’d never been able to flatten it.
Her hips and thighs flared out but if her big ass didn’t have hips to go with it, she’d look ridiculous. Going up on her tiptoes, she pronounced her calves thick but shapely. Her legs looked so much longer and leaner in heels.
Then there was the bane of her existence.
Enormous breasts too big for her body, too heavy to hold back the effects of gravity. They drooped as if she’d breast-fed children. Her brown nipples were lost in what looked like partially filled water balloons.
Her mouth firmed as she banned any lingering objections to the surgery. Pulling on her cotton pajama bottoms and two tank tops with built-in bras, she crawled under the covers with her book.
Tomorrow, she’d walk the city and pick up some random art prints for her little bedroom. It was the last room to decorate and she wanted to savor it. Maybe she’d stop at that little book store she loved and see if they had the one Robin Schone book she didn’t have in her collection.
Turning her head, she stared at the small statue Hudson gave her. It was her favorite possession because it spoke to the hidden part of herself.
The part no one ever cared to see.
Brie wasn’t naïve. There was no long-term future for her with Hudson or Natalia. The two of them were perfect for one another, already shared a sexual relationship, and were hunting her separately for – what she believed – was a coordinated strike.
They were too close to see they were meant to be together. It was the only explanation she could come up with. She remembered reading once that if you married anyone other than your best friend you were marrying the wrong person.
Though she hadn’t spoken to them personally in months, she knew they watched her.
Perhaps far more than that.
Once every few weeks, she received tickets to something that interested her. They were left with Carlo at the front desk in a white linen envelope with her name printed on the front. When she asked him, he would shrug and refuse to answer.
A tour of the historical district. Visiting the Statue of Liberty. A show on Broadway. Museums and art exhibits. All designe
d to get her out and exploring the city.
She always went alone and enjoyed herself immensely.
Then three weeks ago, an anonymous payment was delivered to the detective handling her theft case. The note inside the envelope said, “Restitution for Gabriella Lenora Hernandez.”
Every dime stolen was returned in the form of a cashier’s check made out to her. The bank could provide no information about the transaction and the white-collar crime division considered her case closed.
“What about the other women?”
Detective Owen gathered her file together and closed it. “Miss Hernandez, they aren’t in our jurisdiction. Consider yourself lucky to get your money back.”
“But…wait, he’ll keep doing it! Other women out of your jurisdiction will be swindled. You’re not going to keep working the case?”
“No, we’re not.” The older black man gave her a gentle smile. “Miss, I know you want to see justice done. I respect that. The reality is that you’re one of three people I’ve seen financially compensated after a crime of this sort in my thirteen years in this division. I believe this is a case of a guilty conscience.”
“Only three?”
“Three. I have to keep trying to crack the cases of all those other people who were robbed – much like you – who will never see a dime of their money back. What would you do in my shoes?”
She sighed. “The same.”
“You seem to have settled into the city nicely.”
Her smile was genuine and she nodded. “I love it here. I don’t think I ever want to live anywhere else. I think I’ve discovered everything on a block and suddenly there is a tiny café I never noticed or a bookstore no more than eight feet wide. It’s wonderful.”
“Excellent. Your story, as it happens, has a happy conclusion. Don’t waste it.”
Standing, she reached over and shook his hand. “Thank you for everything. Truly. You’ve been kind and understanding.”
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