“No, not at all. I’m walking to Mocha Heaven to grab a coffee so I can keep awake this afternoon. This has been such a grueling week for me.”
“So you can talk for a few minutes? Because I really—”
Gwyn interrupts me by yelling. “You stupid idiot. Don’t you have eyes? That’s my light. Red means stop.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Jeez. New York drivers, I tell ya. Damn, I bet you don’t miss any of this mess.”
“I’ll be honest, I don’t. I thought I was going to get bored, but—”
“Are you freaking kidding me?” She lowers her voice. “You’re having mind-blowing sex with two hot guys. How the hell did you expect to get bored?”
“I was talking about missing the Big Apple’s energy. But from your reaction, I gather you think I do one thing all day long?”
“If I were single and I was caught on a ranch with the two delicious men you’ve described with such unrestricted lust, I’d be fucking twenty-four seven.” She giggles.
“Funny. Talking about Jake and Hunter, I need your guidance.”
“Trouble in paradise—again?” she mocks.
“Not quite. It’s more complicated than that.”
“Shoot. I’m all ears.”
“Well, you already know what’s been going on.”
“Oh, did you sort things out between the two of them?”
“I guess you can say that.”
“What do you mean?”
“The strangest thing happened today—”
“Give me a sec, it’s my time to order,” she says before moving the phone away from her mouth. “I’ll take an extra-hot, extra-tall, skim-milk latte with a touch of your hazelnut syrup, please. And don’t pour too much of that stuff because there’s like a gazillion calories.” I wait patiently on the other end, realizing the one thing I do miss about Manhattan are those complicated coffee drinks. “Okay, I’m back. What’s going on over there?”
I had planned on being cool and somewhat casual about it, but the enormity of it all hits me. “Jake and Hunter asked me to…”
“I’m listening,” she presses.
“They want the three of us to be together… you know, intimately,” I blurt out in one shot before I lose my courage.
A few very long seconds pass before Gwyn speaks again. “Huh? Come again?”
“You heard me.”
“I did. I just refuse to believe you said what you said.”
“I never thought we’d ever have this type of conversation.”
“The last time we spoke, I was kidding around when I said maybe you might sample both guys. I never imaged it could become a reality.”
“Same here.”
Suddenly I hear commotion on the other end.
“I got my coffee in hand. I’m going to walk to a park nearby and you’re going to spill your guts, girlfriend.”
During the next half hour, I fill her in.
“Gwyn, I’m really nervous and I don’t know what to expect. What if I do everything wrong and ruin the night?”
“Honey, you’re selling yourself short. If those two didn’t like being with you separately, there’s no way they’d want to share you. I think you’ve been doing a lot of things very right.” I can hear her holding back a smile.
“You and Gaven are into a lot of this spicy stuff. I’ve always been too much of a chicken to even consider any of it. Not to mention most of my ex-boyfriends were as conservative as I was. You’ve always been way more daring than I’ve ever been in the bedroom and I was hoping you could… you know… tell me what I’m supposed to do so I don’t look like a complete newbie.”
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say these two know you’ve never done this before, right?”
“Yeah, I told them. But doesn’t sharing two men sometimes involve… you know…” God, I can’t bring myself to say it.
“I think you being a newbie is part of the attraction for them. Men love taking your virginity. Since we aren’t saving ourselves for marriage anymore, most guys view anal sex as the ultimate way of claiming and dominating us. And it’s not all bad, you know…” Gwyn lets her words trail off.
“You mean…” I struggle to find my words. “You and Gaven?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You’ve never said a word to me before. How can you keep something so monumental from me? I’m your best friend.”
“I already know you think we’re wild animals in the bedroom. Scratch that, we are.” She chuckles. “I didn’t want to freak you out.”
“How long?”
“He took my virginity when we were on vacation last year in Puerto Rico.”
“And you’ve been doing it ever since?”
“Not all the time, but yes, we do it and I really like it.”
“Didn’t it… hurt?”
“As long as he’s very gentle and patient, you’ll be fine. Once he’s fully in and you start to get into it… it’s pretty hot.”
“Wow,” I gasp, amazed by her confession. “I guess that’s why they gave me this butt plug.”
“Whoa. They did?” I hear the shock in her voice.
“Yup. I nearly passed out when they explained what it was.” I blush. “Did Gaven buy one of these for you?”
“Uh-huh. I wore it for a few days before he took my virginity. It makes a huge difference, Ali.”
“I can’t believe I’m even considering doing this.”
“But you want this, right? They’re not pressuring you?”
“I don’t think I would have put it into words like they did, but I’ve been having wet dreams about giving myself to these two for a few days now.”
“You’ve been holding back on me.”
“No, I’ve been too scared to share my fantasies with anyone. I thought there was something wrong with me for wanting two men at the same time. But now I see how naïve I’ve been.”
“What do you mean?”
“Between the conversation I had with them and your revelation, it’s clear I’ve been playing it way too safe.”
“You’re being hard on yourself again.”
“I’m not. You’re not afraid of going after what you want. You’re so much worldlier than I’ll ever be.”
“Sweetie, what these two men are proposing is way more exciting and way more daring than anything I’ve tried. Having two men adore every part of your body is the ultimate fantasy for most women. And you know what? Amongst all my friends, you’re the only one who’ll be lucky enough to experience it.”
“Really?”
“Honey, it’s good to be bad sometimes. Go with it and enjoy it. Oh, you better call me the next morning and share every salacious detail or else I’m cutting you off as my BFF.”
“Deal.”
We both laugh.
CHAPTER SIX
JAKE
My sister’s departure is like a whirlwind. I know she has to pack for herself and her four kids, but you’d think they were leaving for the entire year with the amount of luggage I saw lined up at her place earlier today.
While Riley was deliberating over what to bring and what to leave behind, Isadora besieged my kitchen. The tiny black nanny decided she couldn’t leave for ten days without stocking our fridges with pre-made food. I know I’m no celebrity chef like Riley, but I can cook half-decent meals. When I told Isadora we were planning a barbecue, she took it upon herself to get everything ready. I could have managed fine, but since I’ve been preoccupied by a certain blonde, I was grateful my sister’s nanny took over.
After Hunter got back from Pleasure Principles, we all met at our office. Hunter’s idea was a clever one to allow Allison to let us know if she’d agree to take both of us. I’ll admit she was a bit freaked out when Hunter gave her the bag containing the butt plug, but to our surprise, she seemed to warm up to the whole concept once we had explained how the little silicone sex toy would open her up to new possibilities. We really want this to be pleasurable for her as much as it will be fo
r us. She listened intently to everything we had to say and she agreed to let us know if she wanted to share both of us or if she’d rather only be with one of us when she comes over for dinner in a few hours.
I won’t lie, the last twenty-four hours have been excruciatingly painful. I’ve been walking around with a hard-on and no matter how many times I jerk off, I still can’t satiate my desire for Allison. Hunter and I have had many conversations throughout the day trying to figure out if Allison will accept or not, but it’s impossible to be inside a woman’s head.
Finally, at two o’clock, my sister, her four kids and her nanny hit the road and Hunter and I start counting the minutes until all three of us meet at my house. As much as I want her all to myself, it would be an incredible experience to share her with my friend.
Only one more hour to go.
It’s six o’clock and if I continue pacing around my house, I’ll wear out my floors. I decide to put this pent-up energy to good use by getting ready for our barbecue. Since Isadora took care of the food, my job is easy. Although I only learned to appreciate country music since moving to Denver, it’s the perfect background for this evening. After fiddling around with my playlists, I decide Thomas Rhett’s It Goes Like This is the best selection to take my mind off of things.
I know I’m eager, but I start setting the table at the back of my house and I get the grill going. I’m about to walk back into my kitchen to grab more plates when Hunter walks in.
I smile and look up at the clock. “You’re an hour early.”
“I’ll be honest, this must have been the longest day of my life.”
“I hear you. Since I couldn’t figure out what to do with myself, I decided to get started. Now that you’re here, why don’t we have a couple of beers while you help me get things set up? This way we can both pretend we’re not dying to find out if one of the hottest women we’ve come across in a long time has decided to take us up on our proposal.”
“Yeah. We might be embarking on a pretty thrilling ride if she agrees.”
“Is that why you’re all dressed up?”
“I’m not wearing anything fancy.”
“Hunter, those jeans are obviously new and your grey shirt is ironed so perfectly there isn’t a wrinkle in sight.”
“Look who’s talking? I don’t think I’ve ever seen these boots before and your Wranglers are as new as mine. Don’t even think of denying that you spent as much time ironing your blue tee shirt as I did my shirt.”
We both laugh.
“Man, you selected some good country music for tonight,” he says, grabbing the bottle of beer I hand to him.
“You’re the one who said if we’re going to do it, we might as well do it well,” I respond, twisting the cap off of my bottle before clinking my bottle against Hunter’s and taking a long gulp.
“So you do listen when I talk?”
“Only when it suits me.” I smile.
Over the next few minutes my best friend and I busy ourselves as best as we can as the time ticks away. By seven o’clock, we’re ready for the evening and we’re only waiting for Allison’s arrival. My head is stuck in the fridge while I search for mustard, ketchup and relish when Hunter hits me so hard on the back I nearly collapse.
“What?” I say impatiently when I get back up. “You almost made me drop all of these bottles.”
Instead of answering, Hunter stares right past me as if one of the dinosaurs from Jurassic Park is parked in front of him. His eyes are bulging out of his head and his gaping mouth is a clear indication someone has entered my house. When I turn around to see what’s gotten him so freaked out, I nearly take a step back and slam my back against the fridge when I see her standing there looking more breathtaking than ever.
“Ali.” Her name comes out in a near whisper.
“Hello, big boy,” she says flirtatiously and then it hits.
Holy fuck.
Hunter was a true master planner. He gave Allison three options. One, if she wants to only be with Hunter, she’s to wear her hair up in a ponytail. Two, if she wants to only be with me, she’s to come to the barbecue with her hair cascading over her shoulders like when she came over at my house for dinner the first night she arrived. Three, if she wants to share both of us, she’s to arrive with a flower in her flowing blonde hair.
I blink a few times with my eyes fixed on the dainty purple and white Rocky Mountain columbine looking at me.
She’s agreed.
Just seeing her in a magnificent red-orange dress that accentuates her sensual body makes my dick twitch, but knowing she’s ready to take both of us makes me want to bypass dinner and run straight up to my bedroom.
Jesus, this is going to be a night I’ll never forget.
* * *
We spend the evening enjoying a superb dinner and making casual conversation. Isadora outdid herself. I could have managed a basic meal, but I would never have been able to prepare this spread—juicy prime Angus steaks from our ranch marinated to perfection, succulent barbecued chicken, buttery corn on the cob and the best potato salad I’ve ever tasted in my life. We’ve just polished off a second slice of Isadora’s heavenly chocolate and caramel tart and we all look satisfied.
Of all the desserts in Isadora’s repertoire, this one is a masterpiece. I think it’s the layering—a dark chocolate crust layered with sweet caramel topped with a bittersweet chocolate ganache—that does the trick. It’s simply sinful.
The evening is full of lustful energy. We’re all laughing, trying our best to pretend we don’t already know how the night will end. There’s something about sharing a woman with Hunter that’s unbelievably magical. But patience is key here. We don’t want to push the object of our desire too fast. When my best friend reaches for the bottle of white wine ready to top up Allison’s glass, instinctively I stop him.
“It’s best if Allison is fully aware of her decision.”
An awkward silence passes between Hunter and I before she speaks.
“How is this going to work?” Allison’s question catches us off guard.
Both Hunter and I look at each other before I break the heavy silence.
“I guess from the flower in your cascading hair flowing so seductively over your shoulders, you’ve agreed…?”
She nods and her cheeks turn bright red, instantly hardening my dick.
“Are you sure?” Hunter presses.
“Yes, I am. I decided a few hours ago. I was very curious when you initially made the suggestion, but I was too much of a goody-two-shoes to agree on the spot.”
“I know we haven’t talked about this, but you’re okay with the fact both of us are older?”
“How much older?” She bounces her eyes from me to Hunter with a worried look.
“I remember you telling me you were twenty-three. Jake and I are both twenty-nine.”
“I’ve never been with anyone who was older than twenty-four. I mean, all the guys I’ve been with were my age.”
“But have any of them made you come the way we have since you’ve arrived?”
Ali flushes at Hunter’s cocky question.
“If I can speak on behalf of Hunter, I can say we’re both really excited about tonight. You already know we’re both extremely attracted to you and all three of us together will be mind-blowing.”
“Yeah. What he said,” Hunter adds with a huge grin.
We all laugh.
“I have a question,” she says shyly.
“Shoot. We want you to be comfortable.”
“I agree with Jake. Don’t feel there’s anything you can’t ask us.”
“Will you, you know… I mean… Do you…” She waves her index finger between the two of us, unable to ask the question burning her tongue.
“You’re going to have to speak your mind, because right now it’s all Greek to me,” I tease.
“Yeah, Allison, I’m as stumped as Jake is.”
“Okay, here we go,” she says, looking up as if to give herself cour
age. “If we do it all three of us together, will the two of you also… you know… touch each other?”
“God, no,” we both answer at the same time before bursting into laughter. “Not that there’s anything wrong with being bisexual. But we’re not. We’d much rather play with you.”
“We get off by giving you pleasure,” I say. “I’ll be honest, I love watching. When I walked in on both of you inside the cabin, I had to contain myself because the only thing I wanted to do was strip naked and join the two of you. I also love telling Hunter what to do when we share a woman. It takes my kink for voyeurism to another level.”
She’s gaping, and I realize I might have been too raw in my explanation.
“I’m sorry. Maybe it’s too much. Am I shocking you?”
“Everything has been too much since I’ve arrived, but at the same time I want to keep pressing on the gas pedal.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.” I’ve known my best friend for long enough and I can read the insatiable lust in his eyes. He’s going to take her hard and he’s going to come screaming like an animal.
Since Allison doesn’t seem to mind my frankness, I continue. “We’ve done this before and we’ve never touched each other. There might be some unintentional rubbing here and there, but that’s as far as it goes.”
“He’s right, we get turned on by watching you submitting to the other one. Not to mention a woman’s skin is far softer than his—not that I’d know firsthand, of course.”
Hunter can always find a way to lighten up any conversation.
“Have you been wearing the butt plug, Ali?”
“I have,” she answers shyly. “Are you going to… you know?”
“We can’t wait to claim every part of you, but let’s ease into things. Do you have any other questions?”
“Well, what do you want to do to me?” Her voice is so deep and so low, I cup my hard cock.
“What do you want us to do to you?” Hunter’s flirtatious suggestion gets us all twitching in our seats.
Her eyes sparkle and she leans in closer as if to share a big secret. “Since I knew little about being with two men at the same time, I did a search online and…”
“And?” Both Hunter and I lean in towards her, drinking up every word, eager to find out what she’s discovered.
Wicked Pleasure Page 5
