by Dace Everan
Magan inhaled a shaky breath. “I don’t think they’ll let you back in here,” she whispered.
Jariko chuckled. “They’ll let me in…you now…They may reserve one of the back rooms for you next time.” His gaze darted to Kendal. “You, too,” he offered. “Shit?” Jariko questioned. Surely Kendal had something a little more intellectual to say.
Magan giggled. Tremors rolled through her. Her pussy and ass tightened. Both men whimpered in unison. “I was near saying it!” she admitted.
Jariko eased out of her gently, and made quick to unroll and dispose of his condom.
He lifted Magan’s ass up and kissed her pussy, licking her cream from her. “We will eat from here next I think,” he declared.
Magan squealed, her legs and arms moving quick to crawl away from Jariko’s teasing mouth. Kendal grunted as he was trampled. Magan whined. “Sorry,” she cried.
Jariko laughed as she sat perched over Kendal’s face. He removed Kendal’s condom, grabbing the warm cloth that was brought, wiping him up. Kendal shivered.
Mag froze, her eyes wide in shock. Holy crap! Jariko—big, grumpy, tall, dark, and handsome—was handling another man’s junk. Her eyes darted to his. He was laughing at her. She scrunched up her face. She didn’t like him looking at her with those laughing eyes.
“I told you, I like Kendal and I like you,” he reminded her.
She scoffed. “You also told me we were having a drink,” she replied curtly. Oh ick, she didn’t mean to nag. She cringed and swore both men recoiled at her harping voice. She pulled up her dress, covering herself. She should leave. She reached back, easily zipping her dress up. She scooted away from Kendal’s face and eased her dress into proper order. She pulled up her panties and edged to the end of the seat, opposite of the two men.
Chapter Four
Kendal sat, tugging his jeans up, eyes widening as she slipped from the booth. Jariko was already straightened out. He dug out his wallet, laying several large bills on the table. Kendal’s eyes widened. There had to be five hundred dollars there!
Jariko slapped his legs. “Move it, kid, before she gets away,” he ordered, grabbing her clutch from the bench where Kendal had lain.
Kendal raced out the front door just as she was ripping out of the parking lot. Jariko joined him. His heart sunk. He memorized the plate and slumped. Why had she run? Had she not liked what they had done?
Jariko clasped the back of Kendal’s neck. “Well, my friend…I’m thinking we give her the night to think about what happened and tomorrow morning…” He held up the clutch, a bright smile on his face. “We bring coffee and muffins?”
Kendal beamed. He was going to see Magan again!
* * * *
Kendal gazed around the flat. Wow, Jariko had a nice place. It was wide open, modern, and oddly not as manly as he thought it would be. He thought for sure Jariko was a deep woods, lots of big game kinda man. He smiled at the overstuffed black leather sofas, huge flat screen, and nice little gas fireplace below. The games they could watch here.
He had top-of-the-line, stainless-steel everything in the open kitchen. A huge island made a separation between the kitchen and living room, a nice little glass table to the side of it. The biggest detail was the floor-to-ceiling glass that was his wall to the outside and the wide-open view of the city. It was spectacular.
He crossed to the drafting table in one corner, glancing back at Jariko. Heat flared through him. Jariko stood leaning against the door, eyes glued on him. “You’re an architect?” he asked.
Jariko smirked giving a slight nod, crossing to him. On his way he loosened his tie.
Kendal licked his lips. He felt like an innocent rabbit being stalked by the big bad wolf, and shit if he wouldn’t let the big bad wolf take a bite out of him.
Jariko pulled him around, hand cupping the back of his head, forcing him to gaze back at him. “How many male lovers have you taken?” he asked, voice husky and dripping with sex.
Kendal swallowed the involuntary lump in his throat. “One,” he admitted. It had been a quick fling and more of a curiosity thing. He liked it but not enough to turn male all together.
Jariko smiled. His lips caressed Kendal’s. “He was rough?” he asked.
Kendal shook his head. A tremor worked its way up his back from Jariko’s tender touch. His eyes fluttered closed.
Jariko’s warm hand lowered and massaged the back of his neck. “He didn’t make you feel good?” he asked.
Kendal shrugged. “It was okay I guess.”
Jariko laughed. “Okay? Obviously your male lover was horrible,” he offered, pulling away from Kendal altogether.
Kendal nearly crumpled to the floor without Jariko’s support.
“Come, have a beer on the deck, Kendal,” he ordered, grabbing two brewskis from the stainless-steel fridge and crossing the room to the full-length, windowed walls. He slid the balcony doors open, handing Kendal a beer as he leaned against the banister. It wasn’t a tall building, but it sure offered a view.
Kendal mimicked him overlooking the city. “Nice view,” he murmured, cracking the beer open with shaky hands.
Jariko watched him from the corner of his eye. “You’re shy,” he murmured. Kendal’s whole face heated up at the question. Jariko turned, leaning back against the banister and watching Kendal.
Kendal shook his head. “Normally no,” he offered.
Jariko smirked. “Then why are you blushing with me?”
Kendal shrugged. He wasn’t sure of half the things he was feeling at that moment. All he knew was he wanted this man to touch him and he wasn’t. That alone unnerved him. He had expected them to come in here and get down to it but that obviously wasn’t happening.
Jariko sighed. “Young, thought maybe a one-night stand?” he pondered. Kendal’s eyes darted to him nervously. Jariko chuckled. Caught! “I will be going to Magan’s tomorrow…I would like you to be there as well,” he offered.
Kendal furrowed his brows. Jariko groaned. He liked when Kendal did that. He dipped down, placing a gentle kiss on his soft lips.
Kendal melted, twisting to take more of him. He wasn’t sure when he had put his beer down or how it had gotten out of his hand, but before he knew it his arm was wrapped around Jariko’s shoulders. Hugging him closer, his hand dragged through Jariko’s thick hair. Deep moans filled the air.
Jariko pinned him against the glass of his flat, shoving Kendal’s hands above his head. He pulled away, breath heavy. “I want you, Kendal.” he rasped.
Kendal nodded. He wanted Jariko, too.
Jariko nipped his lips. “Tell me you want me and we’ll continue…Say nay and I will stop,” he offered.
Kendal groaned, eyes closing. “I want you,” he rasped, hands clasping Jariko’s.
Jariko shook his head. “Look me in the eye and tell me!” he ordered. No way would he make the mistake of taking a lover and not have him tell him to his face. Kendal’s eyes opened and flashed a fiery heat that brought Jariko’s cock to a throbbing point.
“I want you,” he gritted out, head leaning to seal his words with a kiss.
Jariko leaned away from him, licking his lips. “You will want Magan as well?” he asked.
Kendal nodded, keeping his eyes on Jariko. “I want both of you. I want what we shared tonight again. I want you, I want her,” he proclaimed.
Jariko smirked. “And when I want her by myself?” he asked.
Kendal smiled, and lust seared through him at the thought of watching Jariko and Magan making love. Jariko would love her fiercely. “Can I watch?”
Jariko groaned. Well damn if that didn’t make him want to blow his load. The thought of Kendal watching them, Magan would love it. He knew it. She was a little unsure right now, but when she realized the three of them belonged she would love every part of him and Kendal. He dipped, giving Kendal what he wanted.
Kendal fell to the bed, and Jariko climbed up his body, his lips littering kisses. He moaned, legs coming up.
Jariko chuckled, grasping Kendal’s thick cock in his grasp. “Thick boy,” he praised, dragging his fist the length of him.
Kendal shivered. Shit, Jariko had the perfect grip, firm and slick from his own cum. He grasped the sheets. “Want to fuck you,” he uttered.
Jariko snickered. “Take me then,” he teased. No way would he roll over for just anyone. This young buck would have to fight for what he wanted.
Kendal looked down at Jariko and saw the challenge in his eyes. He smiled.
Jariko’s heart melted, defenses down. A growl escaped him as Kendal knocked him back, pinning his hands above his head and flashing him a drop-dead-gorgeous smile.
“I’m told there’s something about my smile,” he murmured, nipping Jariko’s shoulder with his teeth.
Jariko tensed, flexing against Kendal’s grip.
Kendal smirked and nipped at Jariko’s nipples. He shoved both of Jariko’s hands into one of his. Reaching down between them, he grasped Jariko’s cock and moaned, feeling the length of him. His eyes shot open, and he looked at Jariko.
Jariko smiled. “What do you want, Kendal?” he urged.
Kendal leaned close, lips whispering against Jariko’s. “I want you…to be in you and have you in my mouth. I want to taste you.” he declared. Yes, he wanted to feel Jariko deep in his mouth. He kissed him hard. He would suck his dick then flip him over and take him.
Jariko grasped Kendal’s hair as his mouth engulfed his dick, the back of his throat sweet bliss. How his throat opened up and took him brought him to bursting. His body stiffened, a raged roar tearing from him as his cum shot down Kendal’s throat.
Kendal swallowed, sucking Jariko’s hot cum from him. Kendal peeked up at him, the look on Jariko’s face filling him with pride. He licked up every essence of him, engulfing his fading erection and giving him a good suck before letting him slide away from his mouth with a pop.
Kendal rolled him over, hands grazing up Jariko’s back, fingers dragging back down. “Your lube?” he asked.
Jariko groaned. “Drawer to the left,” he murmured, his body heavy in an orgasm-induced state.
Kendal smiled, reaching past him and grabbing it.
Jariko watched him from the corner of his eye, taking note of the slight shake in the younger man’s hand. “You’re nervous,” he pointed out.
Kendal cleared his throat. “You scare me,” he admitted.
Jariko chuckled. “This admission coming from the man who’s about to ram his dick up my ass—should I not be the nervous one?”
Kendal laughed nervously. He had a point there.
Jariko twisted around, his hand hooking around Kendal’s neck and pulling him close. His lips nipped Kendal’s in a light kiss. “Don’t be nervous with me, Kendal. I trust you,” he whispered, eyes on Kendal’s the entire time.
Kendal smiled. He had never had a lover tell him that. He kissed Jariko back.
Jariko moaned as the lube hit his ass, as he felt Kendal’s dick slip between his cheeks. He backed into him.
Kendal grasped his hips. “Stop, Jariko,” he grunted. Shit, he didn’t want to just bust into him. He slid his dick up Jariko’s crack, coating his dick and teasing his asshole with the tip of his dick. Both men moaned out as Kendal eased into Jariko.
Jariko panted. “Fuck Ken…you’re thick.” He growled, burying his head in the pillows.
Kendal eased back, afraid he had gone too quickly.
Jariko growled. “No, give it to me, Kendal,” he pleaded.
Kendal moaned, grasping his dick with one hand and Jariko’s hip with the other. “Tight, Jariko,” he grumbled.
Jariko groaned. “Get your hand out of there,” he ordered.
Kendal removed his hand and Jariko shoved back. Both men groaned at the shock waves of heat. Heavy panting filled the air. “Ah, fuck, not going to last,” Kendal mumbled.
Jariko groaned. “Fuck me, Kendal,” he demanded.
Kendal dared move, his eyes rolling heavenward. “Shit, shit, shit,” he chanted.
Jariko groaned. “Go faster, Kendal!”
Kendal grasped Jariko’s hips. Shit, was Jariko someone who might like his jackhammering? He went full throttle on Jariko’s ass, and an ass he had. Firm muscled, and fuck, the man must tan naked because he was dark even there.
Kendal roared out in release as his seed flew from him, filling Jariko’s ass. His body stiffened but still thrust, hands clenching Jariko’s hips. Every curse word he had ever been taught ripped from his mouth. He collapsed onto Jariko’s back.
Jariko chuckled and his hand reached back, burying into Kendal’s hair. “Finally someone who isn’t afraid to jackhammer the big guy!” he praised.
Kendal laughed, groaning and slipping from the warmth that Jariko offered.
Jariko sighed with contentment. “Bath is the door on the left,” he mumbled.
Kendal kissed his cheek before hopping from the bed.
Jariko sprawled out, eyes drooping. Shit, he was getting too old for youngsters like Kendal, but the younger man made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time, as did Magan.
Kendal plopped down next to him, a pensive look on his face. Jariko raised a questioning eyebrow. “I forgot to use a condom,” Kendal whispered.
Jariko inhaled a breath. He should really lecture the kid. He released a heavy breath. Shit. He was sure Kendal was clean, hoped to fuck he was. “I’m clean,” he murmured.
Kendal nodded. He hoped he was, as he could lose his job at the club if he caught anything.
Jariko grunted. The kid didn’t look convinced, looked fucking terrified, and he had every right to have that look. He probably had the same look in his eyes. He reached out and caressed his cheek. “I promise I’m clean, Kendal. I would never jeopardize another’s life.”
Kendal furrowed his brow. “You trust me, no questions asked? That I’m clean?” he asked.
Jariko smirked. “Shit, if you weren’t and I now have a STD I will hunt you down and kill you,” he offered. Relief seemed to fill Kendal’s face. Jariko smiled, hugging him close. Kid was clean, he was sure of it. He buried his face in the back of his neck, inhaling his scent.
Kendal settled in, Yeah he liked it here. Right here with these big arms around him.
* * * *
Mag slumped in her seat, eyes closing, ass and pussy clenching. What had she done? Why would she go and do that in a public place? God, she had kids. She couldn’t just get up and go have threesomes in public clubs with strange men! Oh God, she had to return to that club and see if her purse was there. She groaned, head falling to the countertop.
A small hand rubbed her back. “You okay, mom?” Dane asked.
Mag sighed, sitting up and glancing at her daughter. “Yeah, lost my purse last night,” she murmured.
Dane clicked her tongue at her. “Was he that distracting?” she teased.
Mag bit her lower lip. If only her daughter knew. She probably would be disgusted. Two men at one time…
Dane poured a cup of coffee. “Take a run, Mom. You always feel better after you run and sorry, but you look rather pale this morning…” her eyebrows furrowed. “You’re feeling okay aren’t you? He didn’t do anything did he?” Concern blew up on her face. “Mom, did something happen that you’re not happy about? If you need to talk…”
Mag laughed, hopping from her seat and rounding the island, hugging her daughter close. “Too sweet, my girl...I lost my purse, had some man tell me to learn some manners, and caught myself checking out another man who should go home with you,” she admitted.
Dane laughed. It was loud and robust and Mag loved it. “I think you should have told caveman to shut the fuck up, grabbed up check-out man, and checked out with him,” she offered, pecking her mom on the cheek, brows furrowing at the telltale makeup on her neck.
Her lips curled. Her mom made out with a dude! She had to have. Her heart leapt. That was the whole point of the night right…? To get Mom out of the house and let her live again? Guilt st
ruck her. What would Dad have thought of that? Her heart plummeted.
Mag sighed. “I’m going to head over to the east fence. The decrepit thing needs repair.” She slipped from the barstool and dumped her coffee, filling her water canteen. She peeked at her daughter as she made herself a coffee. “You bring me some water near lunchtime.” She smiled. “Maybe a sandwich?” she coaxed. Dane loved having picnics. Maybe they could do that and Dane could fill her in on how her night went with the young man she had been chumming it up with.
Dane smirked, seeing the telltale, tell-me-your-secrets look in her mother’s eyes. “Jerk had a girlfriend who was across the hall and they were trying to get me to do things I’m not quite ready to experience,” she replied, stirring her coffee. “Although I would love to have a picnic and hear about who took you to that club…” Her gaze landed on her mother. “What club was it again?”
Mag shrugged. “Don’t remember. Some quiet place down the street,” she mumbled, grabbing her iPod and plugging the ear buds in. “Taking the pink quad, that leaves red or blacky for you, sweetheart,” she called, leaving the room. Shivers swept through her. Who thought using the simple endearment would have that effect on her? Had Jariko called her sweetheart? Oh goodness she needed to clear her brain and sort out her feelings.
Dane harrumphed. Leave it to her mother to walk away when it came to juicy gossip. She snorted, glancing out the front bay windows of the two-story mansion of a cabin her mother had purchased after her father died. Her heart wept. She missed her dad. She did love this home that mom had made for her and her big brother Tavis. She rounded the island, opened the slide doors to the front deck, rounded the corner of the house, and watched her mother load the little trailer that she pulled behind the quad. She smiled.
Her mother still liked pink after all these years. She had bought each of them quads for their first summer here. The best way to get around on much of the land was by quad. That was what they did on weekends when Tavis managed to get home. She slumped down in a recliner and closed her eyes, hands hugging her cup of warm coffee. The morning sun bathed her in its welcoming warmth. Damn, life was good.
