by Diane Leyne
Damn, that man had a fine ass, she’d thought as he walked away. He was also an arrogant ass, not waiting around for an answer but just assuming that she’d be there. He was far too good-looking and he knew it. Okay, maybe not good-looking. He was too raw-boned for that. He was big and tough-looking, and he had a kind of magnetism that drew men and women to him.
He had not, as far she had noticed, though, flirted with any woman but her. He’d had plenty of chances. Owen had even taken him to the club in the back, but he’d come back out quickly. Maybe he didn’t like to play. Jules would be disappointed if that was the case. She missed playing, the feeling of the restraints, the joy of submission, and the sweet pain of the flogger driving her arousal higher and higher. Not only had she been celibate these last few years, but she hadn’t even gotten to play. It was at the point that she’d considered a trip up north to visit Club Libertine, but she’d nixed the idea. If she went, she wanted to go for more than a day or two.
Hell, she’d even considered signing up for a week at Libertine Island. They had special unattached-Doms-and-subs weeks that sounded divine. Sex was optional during these sessions. You submitted a questionnaire in advance and they fixed you up with someone who wanted a similar level of play. It sounded wonderful, but she just didn’t have time. But now she was glad she didn’t. She had a lunch date with a man who was, what was that phrase? Sex on a stick. And she had a date tonight with Blake. Her best friend. Her rock. Her rock who had apparently been in love with her for two years and everyone had known it but her.
She must have been living in some kind of fog for the past two years, hypnotised by Owen or something. She helped Micah, working day and night for months until they opened, and working six or even seven nights a week and painting in her spare time. But now the place was running well and she could cut back and take time for her.
And now she had not one, but two dates with hot but very different men. She could feel her pussy tingling and her panties getting damp. She suddenly had an overwhelming need for sex. It was like her two years of abstinence was nearing an end and she was being overwhelmed by feelings she’d tamped down for so long.
Could she do it? Could she date two different men at the same time? Would they mind if she did? Did she care if they did mind? She looked up and like a sign from above, Jess Archer walked in. Jess was living in a ménage relationship and positively glowed with happiness. Hell! That would be the ideal. She laughed to herself as she idly wondered what their responses would be if she told them that not only did she want them both, but she wanted them both at the same time.
And then she wasn’t laughing any more. She was seriously considering the idea. She’d never been with two men at the same time before, but suddenly she very much wanted to give it a try, and not with any two men, she wanted Doctor Blake Adams and Quin Redekker. She wanted them both to play with her and dominate her and take her places she’d never been before.
Sighing, she took a sip of tea. Like that would ever happen. How do you suggest to two very alpha men that you wanted to have sex with both of them at the same time? They probably weren’t even all that keen on her dating both them at once. They were strangers, not like Murphy and Cole who had shared for years. But if they had a problem with it, it was their problem, not hers. If they didn’t like it, then they could take a hike. She’d got her mojo back and she wasn’t giving up her power again for any man.
She’d made her decision. She was going to seduce Doc tonight and then tomorrow, tomorrow was Quin’s turn. And then she’d figure out how to seduce them together.
* * * *
Quin Redekker was nervous. Hell, he hadn’t felt like this since his first date when he was fourteen and hoped to cop a feel from Marcie something or other. He couldn’t even remember her last name, although he did remember the feel of his first female “booby,” as he called it back then.
One last look in the mirror, one last-minute decision to shave and then he was off. He was staying at a motel near the highway. Once he started working at the Double S, he’d be living in the bunk house with the other hands, but for now, this would have to do.
He got to the restaurant fifteen minutes early and was happy to see that Jules was already there. He grinned. She was anxious to see him again. That was a good sign, he hoped.
He could see her stand and then sit back down and then fidget. She looked as nervous as he felt. Sighing, he walked up to the diner door and pulled it open. Showtime.
He felt his dick jump as he hugged her tight. He could tell she felt it too as she pressed against him before catching herself and pulling away. He smiled at her flaming cheeks as she slid back into the booth. He sat down opposite her. To give her a moment to compose herself, he picked up the menu and pretended to study it, although he already knew what he wanted. Candy’s burger was the best he’d ever eaten.
They both ordered and made small talk while they waited for their food, and then they were too busy eating to talk. They’d both ordered burgers and fries. He ordered the chocolate milkshake while she had a Diet Coke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, though.
For his part, Quin was fine with extending the silence. He really wasn’t sure what to say. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to leap across the table and shove his tongue down her throat, followed by stripping her naked and fucking her until she screamed out her orgasm. However, it was neither the time nor place for such activities. He couldn’t even invite her out tonight because she was having dinner with Blake. At this moment, he could cheerfully consign him to perdition in order to get time alone with her.
“Quin…”
“Jules…”
“Quin, I want to tell you that I like you and I want to get to know you better, but you have to understand that I am having dinner tonight with Blake. If you can’t deal with that, then we might as well end things before they start.”
He looked across the table at her. She looked brave and tentative and resolved and all sorts of conflicting emotions, but she was also firm in her resolve. He felt his heart swell. His cock, too. Damn, he wanted this woman badly. If they could convince her to accept both of them as her lovers, he’d be so damned happy.
He reached across the table and took her hand.
“I want you, but we haven’t known each other very long and we really don’t know each other very well yet, so, if I have to share you with the Doc, I can deal with that.”
* * * *
For a second, Jules’s heart soared and then she realized that Quin probably didn’t mean what she’d thought he meant. He likely just meant that he was okay with her dating both of them at the same time, not actually sharing her in the bedroom. What man outside of a book would go for that? Okay, some would, but Quin wasn’t from Satisfaction. He hadn’t grown up seeing how wonderfully that could work.
But, she admitted to herself, the fact that Quin was okay with her dating the both of them was a good thing. If Quin had told her that he didn’t want her to date Blake at the same time, she wasn’t sure what she would have done. She didn’t even know how long Quin would be in Satisfaction whereas Blake lived here. And she’d known Blake longer, but it was Quin who had jolted her out of her pining over Owen.
Hell, looking back, she’d been an idiot. It was clear he was never going to see her as a woman, but maybe one part of her liked that… She snapped to attention as she suddenly realized that while she was lost in her thoughts, Quin had been talking again. It was the word spanking that had gotten through the fog in her brain.
“Excuse me? Sorry, Quin. I guess I zoned out for a moment. You were saying?”
“I noticed. I was saying that if you zone out like this when I take you to bed, I’ll spank your behind until it’s bright pink. That should help you learn to keep your attention focused on me.”
Oh, god. That’s two men who’ve threatened a spanking in just a few days. Could they both be Doms? Her stomach did a happy flip-flop at the thought. Could it get any better than this?
H
e reached out, took her hand, and grinned wickedly. “Oh, yes. I’ll make sure your other cheeks are as pink as the ones on your face are right now. Hell, maybe I’ll do it even if you are a good girl. Would you like that, Jules? I know I will love having you draped over my lap, my hand coming down on your ass as you squirm and cry and try to pull away. I’ll be able to tell the exact second that your screams of pain turn into screams of pleasure.”
Jules felt her mouth fall open as she could picture the moment in her mind. His words were seductive and she could only stare helplessly at him, her clit starting to throb, her pussy trying to clench but finding nothing to bear down on. He smiled knowingly, reached across the table, and clasped both of her hands in his much bigger ones, his thumbs rubbing gently across the insides of her wrists as he continued.
“Then I’ll slide my fingers inside your wet pussy and see just how ready you are for me. I’ll use a single finger, at first, to test your readiness, but once you are good and wet, I’ll add a second and then a third, stretching you for my pleasure. Would you like to feel my fingers inside you, fucking you? But I won’t let you come. In fact, if you do, I’ll punish you for coming without permission. But I’ll help, at least while I’m training you. Once I feel you getting close, I’ll pull my fingers out and go back to spanking you. But this time, I’ll spank your pussy and your clit too. I’ll start of softly, but once you start begging, I’ll get a good rhythm going and I’ll spank you harder and harder until you are pleading for me to let you come.”
Jules felt a whimper rise in her throat. She needed to come, now. She pressed her legs together to try to get some friction.
“Naughty, naughty. You don’t have permission to come. Spread your legs. Now!”
“I, uh…” Jules realized that she was tongue-tied and stopped trying to speak as she struggled to comply. She didn’t want to spread her legs. She wanted to come. And the thought of being over his knee naked while his big hand came down on her ass, over and over and over, until she was writhing and screaming with arousal, was close to getting her off for real.
She felt her breathing coming faster and consciously tried to slow it down so she didn’t hyperventilate. Looking up at him, she realized his eyes were glued to her chest and that her nipples were so hard they were poking through the fabric of both her bra and T-shirt. They ached, too, she realized, with the need to be touched. Hell, if she was honest with herself, she wanted her nipples to be more than touched. She wanted his sensual mouth on them, licking and sucking and even biting. Sneaking another glance at him, she saw the tip of his pink tongue come out and lick his lips as if he was thinking the same thing she was.
Suddenly, her mouth seemed to go dry. She swallowed hard, tugged one hand free and then grabbed her glass of water and gulped, but it went down the wrong way and she started choking.
Immediately, Quin released her hand, half-stood and leaned over the table, patting her back. She pulled back without thinking, fearing that she would fling herself across the table and into his arms, begging him to fuck her.
Quin just laughed and picked up the menu. “I don’t know about you, but I’m suddenly in the mood for dessert.”
* * * *
She was just so damned cute, he thought twenty minutes later as they finished their apple pie and ice cream. He grinned at Jules as she imitated a particularly dry and officious professor from university. After those flirtatious, raunchy first few minutes where he thought he might have to perform CPR on her, he had dialed back the dirty talk and limited himself to mild innuendo and flirting, and the conversation had flowed between them.
She was smart and funny and she challenged him on so many levels. Maybe it was because of all the stories he’d heard from Doc, he felt like he’d known her for a lot longer than a few days.
She might be submissive sexually. In fact, he was convinced Doc was right about this, but she was definitely not submissive in any other way. He found that this was just one more thing he loved about her. He wanted a partner. Hell, they wanted a partner, not a doormat or a slave. Scratch that. Sometimes having a slave could be lots of fun, but only as part of sex games. On a daily basis, it would be tiresome.
Time had passed swiftly and he couldn’t draw it out any longer. But that was okay. She’d remember this lunch. He would, too. His cock was rock hard and he was pretty sure that he would have a permanent imprint of his zipper on the head. At one point, she’d thrown her head back with laughter and he thought it would burst out of his pants. He wanted her so damned much.
But she had a date with another man tonight, a man who would probably get to fuck her first. It was Blake, his best friend, someone who had been in love with her for two long years during which Quin had had to listen to him bitch about how she had him firmly in the friend zone. He had moaned to Quin about how he didn’t know how to get out of it without perhaps wrecking their relationship.
And now Blake had a date with Jules and Quin could have cheerfully consigned him to perdition, but instead he confined himself to walking Jules home and then kissing her until she went weak in the knees in the doorway to her home.
“You need some help there, darling?”
“No, no. I’m sure the feeling will come back in a few minutes.”
“I could carry you.”
“No! I mean, no, thank you. I’ll be fine. I agreed to go out with you again tomorrow. You’ll just have to wait.”
“Are you sure? I’m not busy. I could come inside and keep an eye on you to make sure you are okay. You can lay back. I’ll even give you a massage.”
He watched as her eyes widened and she raised her wrist to look at her watch.
“Crap. I’m going to be late. I’ve got a spa appointment. Gotta go!”
She pulled her door shut and started back down the stairs, leaving Quin standing on her porch with a grin on his face and a bulge in his jeans.
“What are you getting done?” he asked as he followed her down the stairs, genuinely curious and just a bit jealous that she was primping for Blake.
She stopped and turned to look back at him.
“Just the usual. Facial, massage, pussy wax.”
And then she was gone and Quin realized that he had a large, spreading wet patch from coming in his pants.
Chapter 5
Jules realized her palms were sweating. She was so nervous. It was just Doc. She should be fine. They hung out all the time. It wasn’t like her lunch date with Quin. Damn that man was sexy and he pushed all of her buttons. It was all she could do not to throw herself at him. She couldn’t believe they’d just known each other a few days. Their chemistry was instantaneous and explosive.
And she liked him. It was a bit of a shock to realize that. He was hot, sure. But he was smart and funny and nice, even though he’d probably hate to be described that way. Most guys seemed to hate that label and for the life of her, she didn’t understand it.
Doc was nice too. Thinking about it, she realized that she’d spent a lot of time trying not to notice how hot Doc was. He had made that easy, she realized. He had always been laid back and never came on to her.
Well, Quin certainly hadn’t been laid back. He’d almost made her come just with his words. She’d never been one for dirty talk, but holy shit that man’s mouth was talented. If is mouth was half as talented at other pursuits she’d be tempted to chain him to her bed.
And now it was time for dinner with Doc. She’d been so damned blind. It seemed that everyone but her had known he was in love. But she had a second chance with Doc and she wouldn’t blow this one.
Doc and Quin. Quin and Doc. She’d take this one step at a time. There was no need to choose right now. She’d take her time and enjoy them both, she decided.
Tonight’s date with Doc would be different than this afternoon with Quin, she was sure. She’d known him for two years and they were best buds. They hung out. Sure, he was just as hot in his own way as Quin, but it wouldn’t be so explosive when they got together. Good old Doc would p
robably take his time and court her slowly.
With this in mind, she put back the first outfit she’d chosen and picked out something sexier. She wanted to make sure that he was seeing her as a woman and not a buddy.
She had even hesitated before putting a couple of condoms in her purse. Knowing Doc, the most they’d do tonight was kiss, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared or, she grinned to herself, to think positively. And if she had to, she decided, she’d make the first move. After all, she’d asked him out. As hot as he was, Doc was probably pretty shy around women, but she would put him at ease and even do the seducing, if required.
These decisions didn’t banish the butterflies from her stomach. If anything, they made them worse. Why was she so nervous about dinner with Doc? Shaking her head, she put the Jeep in gear and all too quickly to settle her nerves, she was there.
She came to a stop in front of the building where Doc lived. He had renovated the small veterinarian’s office that he’d taken over from the previous vet who had retired. He’d turned the second floor to make a cozy apartment that she’d visited many times. It was small but inside, it was truly Doc. He’d decorated it in a minimalist but not cold way. It was masculine without being unwelcoming to a woman. It was nicer than her own place. She’d looked at her apartment as something that was temporary, and she’d move out either when she lived happily ever after with Owen or she gave up and moved back to Seattle. But now she wished she’d taken more care with it. Satisfaction was home now. She needed to stop living like she was just passing through.
She parked in the small lot in the back and was surprised that Blake wasn’t waiting for her. He usually was sitting on the bottom step, ready to go when it was her turn to drive, but she guessed he was taking this whole date pretty seriously.
