One Wild Night

by Vivian Ward

  Looking up at the clock, I swipe on a thin layer of lip gloss and straighten my necklace before I turn out the bathroom light. He should be ready to pick me up any minute.

  He said to be ready by 8:00.

  Just a few minutes past 8, I see his headlights turn up the long driveway that circles the front lawn and I grab my handbag.

  “I almost thought you forgot about me,” I say, climbing into the leather front seat of his new sports car.

  He loves driving this thing to impress clients, and I don’t blame him. It’s a badass car.

  “Sorry, I had to do a few things before I could pick you up, so it put me running late,” he reaches behind me. “Here, these are for you.”

  He hands me a fresh bouquet of pink and red roses with baby’s breaths mixed in. They smell fantastic!

  “I love these,” I say to him, inhaling their scent. “They’re gorgeous.”

  “I picked them up from Amy’s Flower Shop,” he grins.

  Amy’s Flower Shop is the place to go to for flowers around here. If he didn’t have such a good job, I’d tell him he got ripped off, but I’ll keep my mouth shut because he can afford a dozen of these if he wanted to.

  “Wow! Gettin’ all fancy on me, huh?” I place the roses in my lap and continue admiring them. “So, where are we going?”

  “Well, I was going to keep it a secret,” he reaches over and takes my hand in his, kissing the back of it. “But you’ll think something completely different if I don’t tell you what it is.”

  “What?” I ask. I’m almost afraid to know.

  “We’re going to Astasia’s.”

  I open my mouth but close it when I realize that he’s taking me to the most expensive hotel in the area.

  No, Cathy. Don’t go there. He said he was only telling, so I don’t think it’s something else. This has nothing to do with the businessmen.

  “What? Why?”

  “I thought I’d do something special for you, so I rented a suite. There’s a beautiful balcony that overlooks the city, and it has a hot tub. In the morning, I have you booked for a complete day at the spa so you can get a massage, a facial and that thing where you girls do your nails.”

  I’m shocked, he went all out this year, and it means so much to me.

  “Babe, that’s so sweet! Oh, I love you,” I lean over and kiss him on the cheek as we pull up in front of the hotel.

  He smiles at me as he turns the car over to valet and we make our way inside.

  “And there may or may not be a surprise waiting for you in the room,” he adds.

  “Aww! What is it?” I ask.

  “You’ll have to wait and see,” he says as we make our way across the lobby.

  All of the possibilities are flashing through my mind. He could have a romantic dinner waiting, or maybe we’re skipping it and going straight for dessert: a bottle of chilled wine with chocolate-covered strawberries.

  Or maybe he’s already hidden a special birthday gift in the room. The possibilities with him are endless, and I’m growing more excited by the minute.

  Stepping off the elevator, he leads me to our suite where he makes me cover my eyes before we enter the room.

  I can tell that the lights are off because no light makes it through my closed eyelids and the darkness of the room blankets us as we walk deeper into the suite and the door clicks shut behind us.

  “Can I open them now?” I ask.

  I feel a little foolish walking around a dark room with my eyes closed.

  “One second,” I hear him click on a lamp and a tiny bit of light breaks through my closed lids. “Okay, and open them!”

  When I open my eyes, I see Scott sitting on the bed, holding a small gift bag.

  “Oh, my God!” I squeal and jump into Scott’s lap.

  I’m so excited to see him.

  “I can’t believe you drove all the way up here!” I give him a kiss.

  “I didn’t,” he shakes his head. “I took a flight, and Brett picked me up at the airport.”

  “You flew here?” I ask in disbelief.

  “Yep, for your birthday. Brett called me a month ago, and we started planning your birthday. He said you'd been kind of down lately, so we wanted to surprise you.”

  Tears are welling up in my eyes.

  These two guys, my lover, and my husband, have been planning and plotting my birthday for so long and they both kept it a secret. It’s the sweetest thing ever.

  “Oh, my God,” I whisper. “I can’t believe you guys. You two are so amazing!”

  I climb off of Scott’s lap and run over to Brett and jump into his arms, hugging him tightly.

  “I fucking love you,” I say to him. “You are the best husband ever.”

  After a long embrace, he sets me down.

  “Aren’t you going to see what’s in the gift bag?” Scott asks. “I brought you a gift.”

  “Oh, yes! Of course, I want to see what you bought me,” I take the bag from him.

  It doesn’t weigh much, and it’s just a generic white “Happy Birthday” bag with gold trim, stuffed with pink tissue paper.

  Taking the gift bag, I plop down on the bed next to Scott while Brett stands in front of us and the two of them watch me open my gift.

  After I get the layers of tissue paper out of the way, I see something red in the bottom of the bag. Grabbing the fine material with my fingertips, I pull lingerie out of the bag.

  It’s a gorgeous silk teddy with lace, and I love it.

  “Wow! This is awesome, Scott. I love it,” I kiss him on the lips.

  Holy hell.

  Those lips! Oh my god! I’ve missed them so much.

  “You’ve got another present,” Brett says, revealing a box.

  “Where’d this come from?” I ask, taking it out of his hands.

  “Oh, it’s been here. I was just being a gentleman letting Scott go first since he traveled so far,” he teases. “Open it up!”

  Unwrapping the red bow around the box, I lift the lid and uncover a spectacular pair of fuck-me heels. They’re candy apple red with 6-inch spikes.

  “Oh, I fucking love these!” I gawk at them.

  They’re perfect.

  “You know?” I say to them. “Why don’t you boys go out on the balcony and chat for a few minutes while I make myself more…presentable,” I smile at them, holding up my gifts.

  “You don’t have to tell us twice,” Brett says, making his way toward the sliding glass door.

  Once I’m finally ready, I take a glimpse of myself in the mirror and fix my boobs, so they look perfect in my new lingerie.

  For turning 43, I look pretty damn fuckable.

  I stride over to the bed and sprawl out on the duvet.

  “Oh boys,” I call. “I’m ready and waiting.”

  The smile on their faces tells me that we’re in for another fun night with a scorching threesome.

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  Chapter 1: Anita

  I still remember the way his length filled me as my fingers dug into his shoulder blades.

  A girl never forgets her first time, especially when it’s with an older, more experienced bad boy that she had a crush on during the better half of her high school years.

  I tried to keep myself in check, but when it came to Gage Miller, there wasn’t a girl in Millington, Tennessee who could say no to him. He was tall, hot as hell and had bulging muscles. It didn’t help that he had the skin of a god and gunmetal blue eyes that could make panties drop.

  He was the biggest badass in the entire city, and every girl in the whole damned high school wanted him. As much as I hated to admit that he was a bad boy who was always in trouble, I couldn’t stop myself from drooling over him. The problem was, he knew that every girl would jump at the chance of sleeping with him—and I was no different.

  Gage knew how to flirt and tease, and he would pull me into his little web for just a second; then he’d push me away. At least that’s how it was until I gave him my virginity.

  We worked together—at my dad’s car dealership—when it happened one hot, summer day. And while I knew he’d be my first, I had no idea that he’d also be my last.

  His sculpted arms pressed me into the front seat of the car that I was detailing as his soft lips came crashing down on mine, waking every nerve ending in my body and setting it on fire. I had dreamed about it happening but never thought it would come true.

  The sheer fact that his intoxicating lips were on mine and the palms of his hands firmly cupped my DD breasts as he pushed me deep into the front seat of the car made me wet, and I could feel his cock pressed tightly against the bulge in his jeans.

  He was much stronger than I thought he was, even with his protruding muscles. When I looked into his eyes, I saw the hunger and passion within them and knew that I was surrendering.

  I’d held onto my V-card for twenty years, and even though I wanted to hold out and wait until I found ‘the one,' I couldn’t say no to him.

  My breath hitched in my throat as he bent down and started chewing the buttons off of my blouse. I tried bracing myself for what was coming next, but it didn’t make things any less electrifying.

  Looping my arms around his neck, I let him ravage my breasts as he pulled my bra down and exposed my hard nipples.

  “Damn girl, you have a perfect set,” he said as he took my nipple into his mouth and rolled it back and forth with his teeth while we maintained eye contact.

  With the way he was handling me…sweet Mary, Jesus and Joseph! I didn’t mean to let loose this easy, but I was putty in his powerful, oversized hands. I had no clue how hard it would be to say no to him once he started pulling my clothes off.

  I went down easy. It only took one, electrifying kiss that hot summer day to seal my fate forever.

  Maybe it was his smooth voice, his massive, rock hard body, and gorgeous eyes, or maybe it was the fact that I knew exactly what he was going to do with a woman like me. Either way, it didn’t matter because as long as he was driving, I was going along for the ride.

  What turned me on the most was the way his giant hands clamped down on my thick thighs, and how he handled me like I was a twig.

  I’ve never been a small or petite girl; I’ve always been a little on the thick side with a medium build. But the way he maneuvered me around, you would have thought I was underweight and would snap like a weak tree limb.

  Everything between us started on a Thursday evening. My dad had been turning out cars left and right, barely able to keep them on the lot. He always went to auto auctions to buy up repossessions and trade-ins, and would bring them back to the lot, clean them up and resell them.

  Our family business, Bailey Auto Sales, has been around since I was a kid and from a young age, my daddy would let me work on the lot during the summer to earn a few bucks.

  After I had finished high school, I started working on the lot full-time to help with the family company, and business was booming since my dad’s car lot had an excellent reputation for selling dependable cars. People from all over the region would come to him when they were looking to buy, and the summer that changed my life was no exception.

  He hired Gage Miller, but saying that he ‘hired’ him might be a bit of an understatement. My dad saw him as a pity case. Even with his gorgeous looks and hardcore personality, he wasn’t as lucky with the law as he was with the ladies. Gage had been in plenty of trouble and had finally landed himself in enough hot water that playtime was coming to an end.

  The cops had pulled him over when they saw him swerving into oncoming traffic, nearly hitting an oncoming vehicle, one early Sunday morning. When they stopped him, it was obvious that he’d been drinking, and he blew almost three times the legal limit.

  To avoid time behind bars, he pleaded guilty and was sentenced to AA classes, community service, and was ordered to pay a hefty fine.

  Out of work and knee-deep in trouble, my dad wanted to help him out even though he was leery of whether or not Gage would work out once he hired him.

  Ultimately, he figured with the amount of trouble he was already in; he’d have no choice but to come to work so he could pay off his fine, so he took the risk—but I was the one who took the gamble.

  Gage was older than me, by a few years, and no matter how much I tried to ignore him and avoid eye contact with him, he always caught me staring at him. When he looked into my eyes, it felt like he could read my soul and knew every dirty thought in my mind—and how to act on them.

  Things got heated up right after my dad had gotten a fleet of cars that needed to be detailed. He asked me to finish them all before Friday since the weekends have always been the busiest.

  With only one day left and three cars to go, I had to stay late—and so did Gage. Skilled with his thick, strong hands, he was my dad’s best mechanic, and he had the same orders as me: finish the cars before Friday.

  He had been working hard and passed me on his way to the soda machine. On his way back, he stopped by and started talking to me. The whole time he leaned into the car, I stared at him, gawking like a schoolgirl with a wicked crush while I got drunk on his scent. My eyes were drawn to his sultry lips and perfect, white teeth. I couldn’t help but imagine kissing him.

  If only I had left it at fantasizing when he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.

  I could have—and should have—stopped him; I knew better, but as much as I should have told him no, I couldn’t. We were all alone. Everyone else had gone home for the day, and it was just us.

  I should have put up a fight, but when those pouty lips of his came crashing down on mine, and our teeth clinked together, I couldn’t possibly back away. His expert hands cupped my breasts as he pressed himself into me and I knew it could only mean one thing: some amazing sex.

  Guys like Gage Miller didn’t do relationships and movie dates or hold your hand while strolling through the park. They flirt, fuck and move onto the next piece of ass that’s lined up, willing and eager to go along with their every move.

  I was smart, and I knew better, but that didn’t mean I listened to common sense. The moment his lips touched mine, I already knew my fate and had succumbed to his will.

  I might be being too hard on myself as I reflect on it. After all, it’s hard to say no when the biggest bad boy in all of Millington is popping the buttons off of your blouse and has his colossal hands masterly unclasping your bra as he pushes your thighs apart with his knee.

  The true need in his body fed the hunger that was burning within me. And before I knew it, nature took over as he pressed his swollen cock that was behind his jeans against my panties. I’m not even sure what all happened, but I can tell you that my shirt was off, the seat flew back, and he maneuvered his huge frame between my legs.

  His thick fingers dug into
my thighs as he spread my legs. The magic his tongue worked all over my pussy sat me on fire! I swore I saw stars, but all I remember is that he shoved his hand between my thighs while he was going down on me and brushed against my wetness. His eyes gazed into mine, commanding my full attention.

  “You ever been with a guy like me before?” he asked.

  There was no way I could lie my way through it. I shook my head no.

  “I’ve never been with any man.”

  His eyes locked with mine like a wild animal zeroing in on its prey before he licked my sweet juices off his lips.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything, babe.”

  I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed before he turned his attention back to my pussy. My back arched as I rested my head on the headrest, moaning in sheer pleasure. His tongue flicked against my clit before his teeth clamped down on it and he shook his head from side to side.

  “Oh, fuck!” I hissed, sucking in a deep breath.

  “That’s it, baby,” he came up for air. “I’m going to teach you a thing or two about pleasure and fucking.”

  I wasn’t sure what he meant until he had me stripped down and completely spread eagle in the front seat; my left foot propped up on the passenger door and my right foot jammed against the seatbelt panel while he knelt between my legs. I came the minute he shoved those thick fingers of his inside of me as his tongue lashed against my clit.

  Laughing as I came all over his face, he stood and wiped his chin before licking my wetness off his hand. Towering over the car while I came down from my high, he unfastened his pants in two seconds flat, and that’s when I noticed his insanely large, throbbing dick as it sprung free when he stepped out of his jeans.

  I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that he’d ever fit inside of me, but I could tell by the way he firmly gripped it and started lining himself up with me that he didn’t care. He kissed me, and I could taste my sweet juices on his lips, and as our kiss deepened, I was plastered against the front seat.