by Dace Everan
Kyle held her hands in his and offered her a comforting look. “Jariko and I are partners, as in we are lovers,” he shared.
Alisha sat stunned. Her mouth opened to speak but clamped shut. She couldn’t right out ask if he was gay. That would be rude wouldn’t it? And there was no way Jariko was gay. He’d touched her and seemed like he enjoyed it. She looked at Jariko as he set a bottle of water in front of her. “You love Kyle?” she asked. She didn’t know what else to say. Jariko gave a nod of affirmation. Alisha frowned, and then her cheeks turned a bright red. What would Kyle think of what happened between her and Jariko. Her eyes widened. “Do you spank him, too!” She slammed her mouth shut and then slammed her hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe she just said that.
Kyle burst out in laughter. He slapped Jariko on the back. “You motherfucker! You spanked her?” he uttered, hugging his gut in a fit of laughter falling back into the comfort of the couch.
Alisha stared at him, not sure what to think of this supposed lover of Jariko’s. She was sure Jariko would slap him soon.
Jariko kicked him hard in the thigh. “Not fucking funny, man!” he grumbled.
Kyle continued laughing, slowly calming. He sat up, wiping away the tears of laughter from his eyes. “You let him spank you? What was it like? Did he strike you hard or was it like little girly slaps?”
Alisha blushed. “It was nice…hard,” she whispered, covering her eyes in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she just admitted that.
Kyle stared at her. “You liked it?” he uttered. Whoa, this was serious.
She gave a slight nod, keeping her hand over her eyes. What fucking little twisted world had she stepped into? This could not seriously be happening.
Jariko took hold of her hands. “Alisha.”
She shook her head. “What the hell is going on, Jariko? I’m not supposed to be here. I should be at home in my own home, not here meeting your boyfriend and telling him I liked it when you slammed your hand hard down on my naked ass!” she groaned, standing. This was it. She was having a full-on meltdown. Her heart raced and her tummy fluttered in nervousness. She paced in the small space. “Shit, Jariko, I like you spanking me! What the fuck is that about? Oh God, I’m some fucking pervert,” she uttered, breath quickening. She’d gone to one of those stupid clubs and watched in horror as women got naked and let their so-called Masters beat them. She’d never felt anything but repulsion toward it.
Kyle stood leading her back to the couch sitting her down. Jariko opened the bottle of water, handing it to Kyle to assist Alisha with. She took a sip then another then gulped back the rest. She handed the empty bottle to Kyle and released a breath. Holy shit, she needed to think and think clearly here.
Chapter Four
Jariko waited for her to gather her thoughts. He had never seen Alisha this lost. Her gaze met his. “I need some alone time. Can I have a shower or something?” she whispered. She always did better after a hot spray and alone time. Her gaze darted between the two men. There was no way she was going to be able to comprehend this sitting here with the two of them.
Jariko nodded, rising. Alisha stood and followed him. He led her down a long, spacious hall entering a huge bedroom. She came to a halt and looked around. A huge bed took up one side. A big leather chair sat in the corner, and two matching bureaus stood framing the French doors leading out to a deck. “This is your and Kyle’s room?” she asked. Jariko nodded, crossing to one of the bureaus and opening it. He looked her over then pulled out a button-up denim shirt.
He handed it to her. “Take all the time you need, Alisha,” he whispered. He pointed to the door behind her. “En suite’s there, take all the time you need,” he repeated.
Kyle watched Jariko as he unloaded his gun and wallet from the knapsack. “Want to talk about it, babe?” he asked, feeling his lover’s frustration. His loss of control. It was something he loved about Jariko. He was always in control and knew what he was doing. At this moment he could sense Jariko was out of his element and needed to talk. He would wait all day if he had to.
Jariko shook his head. They had always been open about the girl thing. What type of woman attracted them, looks, attitude. Shit, they had their dream girl already made up but there was no such woman. Until now. How had he not seen it before? How had he not seen Alisha was that woman? He paused and looked at Kyle. “She makes me fucking crazy,” he uttered.
Kyle smiled. The jealousy whipping through him scared him, but he reminded himself this was Jariko. Jariko wouldn’t ever leave him for a woman. “And…?”
Jariko grunted. “I want to own her like nothing in this world,” he admitted. It was hard for him to admit that. Saying stuff like this was putting his relationship with Kyle on the line. He didn’t want to lose Kyle! What if Kyle didn’t want Alisha? Fuck, the man would be crazy not to want her. She was gorgeous and smart and tough and sexy and Spankable. Fuck! He didn’t want to lose Alisha either, though. Shit, what if she didn’t want Kyle? His stomach lurched at the thought of not being able to have either in this neat little package.
Kyle sat up, resting his elbows on his knees, and considered his lover. “Can I ask something, Jariko?”
Jariko nodded. His gaze darted to Kyle’s eyes and noted the seriousness there. His heart near leapt from his chest with fear.
“Where do I fit in here?”
Jariko’s heart cringed. Had he already made Kyle feel out of place? He dropped everything and crossed to him, falling to his knees. He took Kyle’s hands in his. “It all happened so fucking fast, Ky. Fuck, I don’t know what came over me.”
Kyle laced his fingers through Jariko’s. “Jar…I didn’t ask how or why. I’m asking, where am I, where do I stand here?”
Jariko looked into his lover’s eyes. “Here with me.” He tightened his grip on Kyle. “I don’t know what to say in regards of Alisha. I want her like I have wanted no other.” He frowned. “I want her like I want you. But…fuck!” He tore his hands away and stood. “Fuck, Kyle! I had her over my fucking lap and struck her ass until it was glowing red. She’s probably going to have bruises, and I did that to her!” Shit, he should be taken out back and beaten thoroughly for hurting her like that.
Kyle stood wrapping his arms around Jariko’s waist and hugging him close. “Jar…she said she liked it. You can’t feel bad. You delivered her something she wanted. She may have not realised it but you gave her what she wanted,” he reassured.
Jariko groaned. “She was crying, man!”
Kyle smiled. He loved this part of Jariko. Here he was telling his lover he just brought home a third and his biggest concern was a minor part of the bigger picture. “Couldn’t have been that bad, babe, she’s here,” he reminded him.
Jariko looked into Kyle’s bright green eyes. “She’s here and fucking freaked out,” he uttered.
Kyle sighed, cupping Jariko’s face. He pressed his forehead to Jariko’s and itched to kiss him. “We’ll deal with that when she’s ready to deal with everything.”
He kissed him lightly on the lips. “Let her have a shower. Let her sit and think. Fuck, if it takes all night it takes all night. You, you go out to the guest house, take a shower. I’ll start on some food and maybe that will get her out and we can just take it one step at a time.”
Jariko groaned, pressing his lips to Kyle. Kyle always knew what to say. How to calm his overreacting mind the fuck down. It was one of the many things he loved about the man.
Kyle cupped the back of his head and held him in place.
Jariko succumbed to his hungry kiss. His tongue swiped through Kyle’s mouth. How the hell was it he was so gentle with this man but with Alisha he wanted to cause pain. “Join me, Kyle,” he whispered.
As soon as the door to the guest house shut, Jariko had Kyle’s shirt ripped open and was working on his pants, falling to his knees. “Fuck, I missed you, Ky.” He pulled Kyle’s jeans over his hips and grasped his thick erect penis in a tight fist and dove in. He hummed in bliss at t
he taste of Kyle in his mouth, at the way his dick stretched his lips. He growled when Kyle fisted his hair and jerked his hips against his face.
“Fuck, Jar, gonna come,” he warned, fist tightening on his hair. “Too fucking long,” he panted, his balls tightening.
Jar sucked hard and bobbed his head back and forth on Kyle’s dick until streams of hot cum filled his mouth. He sucked him and grinned at the tremors that took over Kyle. His hand going lax and his knees wobbling. Jariko licked the length of Kyle’s dick before pulling him down. “Fuck, you taste good,” he growled. Pushing him back and stripping his pants off, undoing his own pants, spreading Ky’s legs apart and pushing him back, he spit in the palm of his hand and stroked his own dick until his own cum seeped from his tip. “Sorry, baby,” he replied before positioning the tip of his dick at the entrance of Kyle’s puckered hole and shoving in. Both groaned out in unison.
“Please, Jariko,” Kyle begged when his lover stilled. “Want it now, babe,” he pleaded, jerking his ass against Jariko urging him on.
Jariko eased back with a slow ease, shoving back in just as gently. He grasped at Kyle’s thighs, fighting not to pound him. Too long he had been parted from his man. “Missed you, Kyle…ugh…missed you so fucking much,” he proclaimed, stroke after stroke, his grip tightening, his strokes quickening.
* * * *
Alisha stepped out onto the deck and hugged the denim shirt closer. You’d think he would have been nice enough to give her some pants or something? She shivered at the rush of cool air hitting her bare pussy. She took a second look to make sure the shirt did indeed hang nearly to her knees. Good, she could at least bend over and not worry about flashing naked ass and cunt at Jariko or Kyle. She glanced one way then the other. The deck was huge. A set of comfortable loungers faced the mountainous view of evergreens, oaks, and snow-capped mountains as a backdrop. Fucking gorgeous. She strolled to the edge of the deck looking over what was Jariko’s backyard. It was beautiful with the neatly cut grass, bunches of wild flowers edging the yard. The fire pit looked inviting. She spied another building that was a miniature replica of the main cabin.
She settled on a step leaning her head against the post staring off into the backyard. Why had she let herself come out here with him? How could he do those things to her this morning then bring her out here to meet his boyfriend? She hugged her arms tightly around her middle. It felt so wrong knowing Jariko had a boyfriend. Wouldn’t that mean Jariko was cheating? But meeting Kyle had felt so right. The way he had hugged her up and looked her over. The feel in the room with the both of them had been…welcoming. She shivered as a slight breeze blew by and up her shirt. She played with the hem. God Jariko was a big man. She wasn’t short by any means, but his shirt nearly reached her knees. She was sure this was Jariko’s shirt. Kyle was a tad bit shorter than Jariko.
* * * *
Kyle grabbed up the throw from the end of the bed. Poor girl, she must have been exhausted. He stepped out onto the deck and approached her. She had curled up on one of the loungers and was fast asleep. He scooped her up into his arms with ease and settled back and draped the blanket over them and sighed as she stayed asleep. He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps.
Jariko peeked out, a questioning look on his handsome face.
“Stole her man, poor thing was out here shivering asleep,” he murmured.
Jariko nodded. “She can do that, fall asleep anywhere and anytime.” He snorted. “Sure made me jealous on many occasions.” Shit, he remembered the one time in the Alps, fucking frigid weather and there she was snuggled into a bank of snow breathing so softly that you couldn’t even see the cold air turn it into huffs of white. A smile crept to his lips. Or that time in the jungle how she had woken up with that snake slithering over her midriff. It had been a scary moment for him. Had she reacted with fear she could have been bitten. She had lay there and watched that thing slither along her body and even smiled as it slithered between her legs down and into the underbrush.
Kyle grimaced. He sometimes forgot what Jariko did for a living. His grip tightened on Alisha. What would possess this beauty to go into that line of work? “Wanna bring over the heater. Cooling off out here,” he murmured.
Jariko was already on it placing it near enough to keep the area warm but far enough that the glow of it didn’t interfere with the setting sun. He pulled his lounger closer and settled back. He reached over, tucking a stray curl from Alisha’s face behind her ear. He grinned, his tough little cookie. His finger caressed the many piercings along her ear. She’d gotten one for every year she’d served. She was going to run out of ear soon.
“She’s beautiful, Jariko.”
Jariko nodded. “Yeah…tough cookie, too,” he warned.
Kyle grinned, cupping the back of her head holding her close to his chest in a possessive manner. “How long?” he asked. This couldn’t be the first time the two had hooked up. Not if Jariko was spanking her this morning. Jealousy pricked at him. He’d felt the swat of Jariko’s hand a time or two, but it was playful and there had been time Kyle had wished Jariko would go full bore and deliver what it was he really wanted. To know he had gone ahead and done it with Alisha made his chest tighten. Did Jariko not want to share that part of himself with him?
Jariko shook his head. “Never messed with her before, being stuck with her day in day out for the last three months did a number on me,” he admitted. And fuck had it ever. It was rare for him to resort to masturbating, but his hand and dick were now besties.
Kyle smiled. “You telling me in all these years, you never once thought about her?”
Jariko grinned, clasping hands with Kyle. “It was different,” he mumbled, and it had been until this past year. He narrowed his eyes. It started when she had started wearing the tank tops that soon turned into corsets. Fuck, what woman in their line of work sported a corset! After that it was just hard not to notice her. The tighter her pants got, the shorter her tops got. The bigger her breasts friggin’ appeared. His dick jerked to life.
Kyle scoffed. “Bullshit. Nothing is different with you. It’s either black and white and that’s that,” he threw at him. There was no way Jariko didn’t once look at this morsel of yumminess and want to fuck the living bejesus out of her.
Jariko shook his head. “Not with her. Black and white with you, I want you. I got you and I have no intentions of ever letting you go.”
Kyle smiled, his thumb stroking over Jariko’s. Yet another characteristic to love about this man, another aspect that had captured his heart.
“With Alisha…I wanted her but couldn’t…I can’t work alongside someone I have those kinds of feelings for. Could get myself killed out there, too busy looking after her.” Not that he had to. Alisha could handle herself easily. He had that faith in her. But there would always be that niggling feeling of whether she was okay or not.
Kyle harrumphed. He didn’t buy that line of bull. Jariko had too much faith in people being able to take of themselves to go with that excuse.
“Okay, I don’t need to but the want would still be there, and in one of those moments of glancing back at her I could get in trouble,” he replied.
Kyle sighed then grunted as Alisha shifted in his lap, her breasts mashing to his chest and her face burrowing closer under his chin. He grinned. Her soft bottom pressed against his hardening cock. He wondered if it would wake her up. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a soft woman against him. Soft, warm, and feline like. A shiver tore through him as his thoughts drifted to the things he would do to her. Of the things Jariko would do to her. What they both would do to her.
“We should wake her up soon. She hasn’t eaten since this morning over our meeting,” Jariko whispered, staring at her soft sleeping features. Shit, he could sit here all night, shit, the rest of his life and watch her sleep so peaceful in Kyle’s lap.
“Does it bother you, me holding her?” Kyle asked. He needed to know Jariko was comfortable with her in his arms.
That this wouldn’t be the woman who could possibly rip them apart.
Jariko shook his head. “No.” He smiled. “She looks right there,” he admitted, and she did. All snuggled with Kyle’s arms holding her close, possessively. His grin grew and love filled him.
Kyle smiled. “Have an idea where she would look better, but I suppose I should wait on that one,” he remarked, running his fingers along her bare leg, up and over her hip, lifting the shirt slightly. He cupped her jaw, his thumb caressing her plump lower lip. A soft moan escaped her, and his insides set on fire.
Jariko smiled. He’d missed Kyle’s light humour, horny little bastard.
Chapter Five
Alisha yawned and stretched out at the sound of Jariko’s soft voice. Her head hit something hard and she grumbled, refusing to open her eyes. “Fuck off, Jar. Tired…five more minutes,” she grumbled, snuggling closer to the warmth beneath her. She sighed heated comforters were awesome.
“Come on, Al, time to get up and get some grub in your skinny little frame.” Her finger went up and flashed toward his voice. Kyle held back from laughing at the exchange. No wonder Jariko loved her so much.
“Stop calling me that horrible name!” she ordered. She grunted, sitting up, eyes still closed and drowsy. “You’re an asshole. All I want is to sleep! God, Jar!” She slumped and rubbed her eyes, frowning as reality crashed around her. Was she on Jariko’s lap? Wait, no. His voice was beside her. She peeked and was greeted by Kyle’s handsome face grinning at her.
“You are a delightful creature,” he announced.
