My Two Lovers
By
Monica Corwin
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
My Two Lovers
Copyright© 2014 Monica Corwin
ISBN: 978-1-60088-923-3
Cover Artist: Taria Reed
Editor: Leanne Salter
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Dedication
To Ms. Solomon who always makes me smile.
“Hey Maude, what’s a six letter word for control or conquer?” I asked, pushing a strand of hair back that has escaped a messy bun low on my head.
A deep, smoky voice that did not belong to Maude answered, “Master.”
I glanced up from my crossword and stared at the tall column of leather before me. He plunked his helmet on a far stool and tossed his jacket on top of it. I couldn’t look away as the heat and scent of Old Spice wafted from the trappings of the jacket toward me, making my nipples pucker and my nostrils flare.
“Shouldn’t you be working?” he asked.
I tossed my pen toward his face, and he caught it. “I own the place. I can take a break whenever I want. Besides, I’m closing.” Harry and Jack both hated when I closed--being the leaders of one of the most notorious biker clubs in the city. Since I was Harry’s only family, they assumed I was at the top of some secret target list for other motorcycle clubs.
Jack, Harry’s second-in-command, frowned, the lines around his eyes crinkling in a way I always found sexy. “Harry wouldn’t like that.”
“Well, in case you hadn’t noticed, Harry doesn’t own my diner, nor is he here to close for me so...” I stood, placing the crossword on the counter and adjusted my shirt. “I don’t care what Harry would or wouldn’t like.”
His frown grew deeper and he looked as though he might comment further until a six-foot-tall brunette bombshell wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. And then I was forgotten. I maneuvered behind the counter to start closing down my station. No way I could stand and watch Jack make out with the type of woman I could never be.
Maude gave me a compassionate look before leaving, but I refused to comment. I’d pined after Jack for years; nothing would change that.
The trash had already been bagged, so I decided to take care of that first. I grabbed one bag in each hand, hefting the weight easily, and shuffled out the back door. The dumpster loomed only a few yards away. As I tossed the second bag inside, an arm caught me around the waist and an iron grip clamped across my mouth before I could shout.
I kicked at his shins and flailed my arms to escape my captor until the sharp point of a knife pressing against my cheek caused me to freeze.
“You’re going to stay very still, little girl, or I’ll only start by rearranging your face.”
Blood pounded through my head, the thud thud of my heartbeat echoing in my ears as I tried to think of an escape plan. He spun me around sharply and I wobbled in an attempt to stay upright. I tried to take in as much of him as I could but through the darkness I could only see a few of his biker patches. The dark gray triangles on my attacker’s vests worried me the most. The triangles stood for violence, jail time, and unspeakable acts committed for their club.
“Oh, little girl, what fun we’re going to have,” he whispered, trailing the warmed steel down my neck into my cleavage and back up.
It didn’t take an idiot to know what he implied, and the sickening thought spurred me to action. I brought my knee up into his balls and wrenched myself from his grip. I got three steps before I smacked into Jack’s wide chest.
He fired a handgun once into the air as he wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders before leveling the weapon on the men.
“You have five seconds to get out of my sight before I start using your skulls for target practice.” He said the words like a growl, deep and low, and I felt the vibrations where I stood curled into him through his chest. I burrowed into that comforting scent and let his show of protection seep into my brain. Arousal began to snake through me and I inhaled his scent.
Once the goons scrambled away, he led me around front, thrust a helmet onto my head, and took me away. No doubt this was the moment my life would end. He’d drop me with Harry and then I’d be guarded night and day by some gang member or another for the rest of my life...or Harry’s.
The deep rumble and vibration of the bike comforted me as I clutched Jack from behind. I grew up around bikes and the sound always reminded me of home. I lay my head against his back, as much as the helmet would allow, and focused on the scent of the night and Jack. My brush with death slowly faded to the comforting rumble of my favorite sound and my favorite man.
We slowed to a stop entirely too soon, and I reluctantly sat back to look around. Nothing seemed familiar.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“My place.”
“I always thought you lived at the clubhouse.”
“I’d like everyone to keep thinking that, if you don’t mind. Are you all right?” he asked, unfastening my helmet and removing it.
“Who were those guys?” I asked, climbing off the bike.
He cleared his throat and shifted. He obviously didn’t want to tell me. I waited and stared him down, and finally he relented.
“Arivo Diego.”
The leader of Los Sucios. They were allies of my brother’s rival motorcycle gang. I was worth a lot of money to them, dead or alive.
Spots appeared at the edge of my vision and there was nothing that would stop the inevitable. I tried to reach out, latch onto something, but the world went dark.
I woke up surrounded by heat. As my mind cleared, I realized I was cocooned between two long, hard male bodies. I snapped my eyes open. Jack lay stretched along the front of me, face reposed in sleep, bare-chested and wearing only gray sweatpants. He’d look like an angel if it weren’t for the buzz cut and network of tattoos trailing across his collarbone and down his arms. I looked down to find his hand curled around my waist underneath my shirt.
Maybe I’m dreaming. I’d fantasized about being in bed with him many times in the past.
Carefully, I turned my head. A stunning Spanish man lay behind me fully clothed in pajamas, his arm flung across my upper thigh. He had short black hair, tanned skin from what I could see above the neck of his t-shirt, and full pink lips.
Guess I’m kinky in my dreams.
Any other time I might have just gone with it, but I needed explanations. I jerked Jack’s shoulder, and his eyes popped open.
I gestured to the man behind me. “Who the hell is that?”
His brow furrowed as he got up and gingerly helped me from the bed and led me into another room. He flipped on the lights and I realized it was a bathroom, or a shower, or the entire bathroom was the shower.
“Um, Sal, this is sort of awkward,” he said, nervously running his hand over his head.
“More awkward than waking in bed with a perfect stranger and my brother’s BFF?”
He exhaled in a gush. “He’s not a stranger. Derek’s my boyfriend.”
If he had slapped my face I couldn’t have been more surprised. “You’re gay?”
Even as I said it, my eyes prickled. I’d been in love with Jack for years, since the first time he rolled up to the diner on an old dirty bike wearing nothing but leather and attitude.
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�No, I’m not gay. I’m bisexual.”
I could work with that.
“Why doesn’t the club know?” I asked.
“Because I don’t need the judgment, and Derek is a cop.”
I pointed toward the bedroom and lowered my voice. “He’s a cop?”
A strong, deep, slightly accented voice cut into the conversation. “Handcuffs and all.”
I turned around and had I not known better, I’d say a young Javier Bardem stood before me.
“She is much prettier than I thought she’d be,” he said, addressing Jack as he approached us.
Well, I’ve had enough fun down the rabbit hole. “I need to go. I’m sure Harry is probably freaking out.”
Jack grabbed my hand before I could walk out. “I called him. He knows you’re safe.”
Derek circled around and gripped my other hand, planting a kiss on my palm. “You can stay here until you feel safe again. We will keep you safe.”
The simple statement warmed me from head to toe. He released my hand and threw a long arm around my shoulders. “Come on. Let’s get you something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Girl, you need some meat on those bones.”
I laughed. My not-quite-flat stomach was testament that I did not need to put on any more weight.
“Well, I’ll cook, and you can watch and tell me all about my beautiful Jack. He never talks about his past but, you, Sally, he speaks of often.”
My heart skipped. The way he gallivanted through the diner with his bimbo brigade, I didn’t think he’d ever even noticed me.
“I’m just the girl who brings him bacon.”
He chuckled softly. “Shame on him for not making sure you knew better.”
I followed Derek downstairs to the kitchen. The main level had been designed even more beautifully than the upper level. Nothing but glass, concrete, and black wood graced the space, every line simple and elegant.
Derek pointed me to a stool, and I sat. As I watched, he prepared an omelet with the finesse of a five-star chef. It was an impressive sight, but all I could think about was a shower.
“Actually, do you mind if I use your shower? I feel dirty from work.”
Jack pointed the way we came then took the stool and dug into the first round of Derek’s food.
The shower actually was a shower but nothing separated the water from the rest of the tiled room except a thick sheet of clear glass. I stepped behind it and turned on all six of the shower heads. I’d found heaven.
I washed up with the body wash that smelled like Jack and stood in the spray, allowing it to sink into my bones and warm me from the inside.
I was just about to turn the water off when I noticed Jack standing slack jawed in the doorway with a towel. I met his eyes and for once didn’t concern myself with my not-so-flat belly or my wide hips. I swallowed and said, “Come here.”
He didn’t hesitate, dropping the towel by the door and stepping into the shower still wearing his sweatpants, and swept me into his arms, kissing me as if my mouth held the air he needed to breathe. He tasted like omelet and some spicy scent I always associated with him.
I gripped his slick waist just above the soaked material of his pants and reveled in the feel of his skin under my hands for the first time. He gasped and pulled away as I lightly raked my fingernails over the flesh. This was right where I’d always wanted to be.
“Sal…”
I stopped his words with my fingers on his lips. This was my fantasy come true and I thought he might break my heart. “No. If you don’t want me you can walk out right now and we can never speak of this again, but if not I want it all, everything. You will give me everything.”
Derek’s voice cut in over the shower spray. “You heard the girl, she wants everything.”
I watched Jack’s face and there must have been something to Derek’s words, because Jack’s expression darkened and he dragged me from the shower by my wrist. He wrapped me in the towel Derek had retrieved from the floor before stripping himself of the wet pants.
The shock and pleasure of seeing him naked was supplanted when he forcefully pushed me from the bathroom into another antechamber. Inside the room, displayed on the walls like art, was an impressive array of whips, chains, robes, and floggers. A BDSM superstore in a pretty display. I swallowed to tamp down the surge of anxiety that threatened to choke me. How had this man had a complete other side I wasn’t aware of. Even after years of pining.
Maybe I didn’t know him after all.
That thought hit me between the eyes and sent me reeling. Years. I’d spent years longing for him to notice me and I thought I knew him better than my own brother. This new revelation, along with Derek’s existence, sent my world reeling. I knew absolutely nothing. My heart ached with a dull throb and I rubbed the middle of my sternum as if I could quell the pain. Part of me wanted to doubt this other bit of him and that was the part that rose up.
“I know what this is, but what does it have to do with you?” I asked, wrenching my wrist from his grip, anger beginning to replace the ache
Jack motioned, and Derek came up behind him, twisted his arm brutally behind his back, and gripped his neck with the other hand.
I watched, clutching my towel tight, as Derek whispered something in his ear and Jack’s cock grew to a full-on erection.
A minute passed and I stood enrapt, watching Jack’s face turn into a mask of pleasure as Derek murmured in his hear. My nipples tingled as my own arousal grew. I gripped the towel around me in a tight fist as my breathing quickened and I got more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. My heartbeat took on a rhythm in my clit, and I pressed my legs together, the anger now long gone.
Derek released Jack, and he growled and fisted his hard length. “This is me, Sal. I need a little bit more during sex than normal people.”
I shrugged. I wasn’t as naïve as he must have thought me. “So you need to be dominated to enjoy sex. There’s no shame in that.”
“It doesn’t only have to be domination. I just need an edge.”
Derek approached me and met my eyes. I knew what he asked of me, and I lifted my hands for him to remove my towel. It fell to my feet in a fluff on the tile floor. He broke eye contact to circle around so I could see Jack. Little did he know I could more than keep up in this world. I didn’t think I was confident enough to top him, but subbing him would truly be my pleasure.
Slowly, so slow I felt as if time stopped, I sank to my knees on the discarded towel and bowed my head.
Derek gathered my wet hair behind my back, the lank strands dripping water. “This is going to be fun,” he whispered into my ear.
Jack’s feet came into my view, and I resisted the urge to look up at that beautiful erection.
“Are you sure about this, Sally? I won’t be easy on you.”
“Yes…Master.”
He groaned at my use of the title, and my body clenched at his sound of his pleasure.
“Before we do this you have to know I’ve imagined--no, fantasized--about this moment for years.”
I remained still even as my heart pounded in my chest from joy, so happy I didn’t even realized Derek had bound my hands with some sort of cloth until I couldn’t move them. I tested the bond to find the material had no stretch.
Jack got to his knees before me, lifted my chin, and kissed me so hard his teeth scraped mine around my smashed lips. I poured every ounce of unrequited lust into that kiss before he pulled away. My body kept moving though, and I almost fell forward.
I tried to compose myself as Derek took Jack’s place in front of me, catching me mid-wobble.
“I know you don’t know me, but I feel like I know you.” He planted a kiss on my swollen, bruised lips. “Do you mind if I join you?”
My body went liquid. Two gorgeous men. “No, I don’t mind at all,” I said breathlessly. He smiled and kissed me with a passion that matched Jack’s, though a little gentler. He left me sagging forward, pantin
g.
“We don’t play games,” Jack said, pushing me back to my original position. “We don’t use safe words. If something becomes too much, you need to vocalize it. Your voice will never be restricted. But be sure, because if you say no, it ends.”
“Yes, Master.”
I’d just begun to get my breathing under control when a black cloth came over my eyes. Now unable to see or move my hands it became more of a struggle to maintain my composure. I wanted this, yes, but even almost needing it didn’t stop my heartbeat pounding in my body from toes to my ears. My recent attack didn’t help me stay calm without the use of two of my senses. While this meant Jack and I could finally do things only in my fantasies, I didn’t realize it would be so hard for me to surrender completely. The few times I’d played at subbing before had been slow, steady, and not anywhere near as hardcore as these men.
I swallowed and took a deep breath, letting it sink into my lung and calm me from the inside out.
Suck it up. This is what you want.
Two pairs of hands, one set under each arm, lifted me up, and the warmth of two erections bumping against my hip had definitely not been anything I’d even dreamed about.
The men lifted my hands above my head and fastened my bond to the wall. The cold concrete shocked my system as it aligned along the front of my body.
I swallowed and waited. Jack came up behind me and pressed his erection along the cleft of my ass. His spicy scent enveloped me, curled around me like an embrace, and I relaxed back against him as best I could constrained. Somehow even naked the man smelled like leather.
“My dear Sally, do you prefer the dull thud of pain or the sharp bite?”
“Sharp,” I said on an exhale. He moved away with a small caress to my waist, and I waited. Sometimes the waiting was the hardest—and most exciting—part.
The sting of a thin cane hit my thighs, and I gasped as the pain bloomed, spreading into my blood like wildfire. He hit me again and it magnified. A pain so strong it morphed to pleasure as it subsided. There was a long pause before another hit came and that only added to the experience as I wouldn’t be able to measure when the next hit would come. I tingled in every part of my body, the entirety of me focused on the parts the cane met until it dominated my mind. Another hit and my body seized against it, my muscles taut and clenching as the pain bloomed into my blood.
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