Three Way, the Novel

by Olivia Hawthorne

  “Back up where we were?” I asked.

  “No, it’s going to get cold now that the sun is going down,” he said. “We’ll take dinner in my room.”

  He got up and pulled me to my feet, he helped me into my clothes and got dressed himself. We walked hand in hand up past the dining table and along the path towards the mansion.

  As the sun set the lights in the house blinked on and lit up the darkness like a beacon. He squeezed my hand and turned to smile at me. “Everything I have is yours, remember that.”

  “You’re very kind,” I said. I was still so overwhelmed by his apparent wealth and had felt so much more relaxed when it was just the two of us alone on the beach.

  “My momma raised me right,” he said with a wink.

  We walked through the house and I did my best to not rubberneck, staring this way and that.

  I concentrated on watching his body as he moved. His confidence and easy way with the world leant him a sexy swagger that made me burn inside. Burn for him and need him again as I watched his cat like strides.

  He took me up a curved staircase to the upper floor, we walked down a long hallway and he opened one side of a double door at the end. We stepped through into a bedroom that was at least twice the size of my entire apartment and then some.

  “Wow,” I said, “I didn’t think bikers lived like this.”

  “I’m not exactly a typical biker,” he said and shut the door behind us. He pulled out his phone and typed something into it. “I just ordered our food, it will be up here in a couple moments.”

  “So what makes you different?” I asked him.

  “My wealth for one,” he said. “I have a wealthy family. Most bikers are impoverished creatures.”

  “What else?” I asked, walking around to look at his bedroom. An enormous four-poster bed dominated the room, and luxurious furnishings were carefully placed here and there.

  “I have more power than most,” he said, watching me move through his domain. “With money comes power, and I won’t deny that I wield this in my favor.”

  There was a light rap at the door and Ryker called out, “Enter!”

  The door opened and several employees came through, each carrying different items.

  The first had a small table, the second two chairs. Within moments they had the prettiest little set up in place for us to dine. Ryker held the chair out for me, his chef set out two dishes from a rolling cart, and they all left the room.

  Ryker sat on the other side and opened the bottle of wine. He poured us each a glass and leaned towards me with a simmering look of lust on his face.

  “To us,” he said, tilting his glass against mine.

  “To us,” I replied and sipped my wine. It warmed me from my mouth to my belly and back up to my head.

  We ate our dinner in his room and got to know each other a little better as we spoke. He was kind and gracious, but absolutely filthy when he said dirty things to me from time to time.

  I would blush like mad, but every time he made a reference to fucking or eating me, I felt my insides melting like liquid fire.

  That’s what Ryker did to me, made me feel like an elegant lady and a whore in the same moment. It was perfect.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I stayed with Ryker the entire night and part of the next day but unfortunately my fairy tale had to come to an end. He had his driver take me back to the city so I could make it to work on time.

  Tawny wasn’t home when I got to the apartment so I was able to shower and get dressed for the club.

  I looked in the mirror and smiled to myself. I traced my lips with my finger and thought about Ryker’s mouth on mine. I caressed my cheek with the back of my hand and thought about his hands on me. I looked more mature somehow, as if being with Ryker for such a short time had changed me.

  I called the car service to pick me up and felt more than a little smug that I had such a thing at my disposal, as if some of Ryker’s power was rubbing off on me.

  Mel didn’t see it that way though. The moment I got to the Hen House she cornered me and began to complain that they had been too busy the previous night and my little frolicking had cost her valuable money.

  “I don’t pay you decent money to run around with people like Ryker,” Mel said. “I know it’s not as much as you think you deserve, but it’s a fair wage.”

  “I appreciate you taking a chance on me from day one,” I told her, “it won’t happen again. I promise.”

  “If you want to make it up to me, get up on stage again,” Mel said. “The men loved you and you’d make so much extra from your dancing.”

  I looked her up and down and frowned. “Are you insane? Do you know what Ryker would do to both of us if he found out?”

  Mel smiled, her wrinkles at the edges of her eyes deepening as she said, “You’re already under his thumb, aren’t you?”

  “I’m not under anybody’s thumb,” I bristled. “I like him and he likes me, but I respect his request.”

  “He doesn’t want you to dance, I get that, but you shouldn’t give up your freedom so quickly, Margot. Ryker is a difficult man to pin down and you’d do better trying to harness the wind than figure him out.”

  “We’re not getting married,” I spat. “We’re hanging out and I don’t like dancing to begin with, you know that. Now can I do my job now or are you going to lecture me further?”

  “Yes, get to work,” Mel said brusquely as if it were her idea.

  I’d never seen her so grumpy with me and I wondered if something else was going on. Perhaps the stress of the club needing protection in the first place was getting to her. I hadn’t seen any of Ryker’s guys hanging around too much though, they hadn’t been making their presence obvious to the strip club patrons.

  Whatever had gotten to her, it was not my problem the moment my shift started and the night became too busy for me to worry about anything but getting drink orders right and earning tips.

  Tawny wasn’t anywhere to be seen all night and I felt a small amount of relief at her absence. Ever since she’d been showing interest in Ryker she’d kind of irritated me. She’d always been like my polar opposite, but she really got under my skin from time to time.

  Jake was having none of my sulking over Mel’s bitchy treatment; he was just dying to know more about Ryker.

  “So did he take you to some seedy hotel in a bad part of town and make you do dirty things to him and his biker gang?” he asked me when I was watching him make drinks.

  I laughed. “You mean there might be a worse part of town than this?”

  “Oh come on, you know you’re dying to tell me everything.”

  “There was no biker gang,” I said. “He actually has a mansion north of the city. He’s really rich.”

  “Well no shit, Sherlock,” Jake said. “He is a Montgomery.”

  “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “I keep forgetting you’re not from around here. The Montgomery family is known for being rich.”

  “What do they do?”

  “I don’t even know, they’re just rich. That’s what they do,” he laughed.

  “That’s isn’t very helpful,” I said. “I suppose I’ll just wait and find out when Ryker decides to tell me.”

  “And I’ll just have to wait until you decide to tell me about Ryker,” Jake said and leaned over to whisper, “come on, at least tell me how big it is.”

  I set the drinks on my tray, shot him a grin and said, “Huge.”

  I heard him shriek in delight as I walked away and I laughed until I got to the table to set the drinks out.

  Even then the customers didn’t bother me with their lustful looks and sexual innuendos. I was just too full of happiness from Ryker, it bubbled up out of me and drove away all negative thoughts.

  I could understand why people talked about love being so addictive.

  Ryker was my drug and I needed another fix.

  ***

  I didn’t have to wait
long before I got that fix. A couple nights later Ryker showed up in the club looking as fine as fuck and had me all heated up with a simple hooded look.

  “You’re looking delicious tonight, Margot,” he told me as he sat at the bar and stared at me with his simmering lust filled gaze.

  “You aren’t too shabby yourself,” I smiled and flounced past him carrying a tray full of drinks.

  As I passed, his hand snaked out and slapped my ass. I squealed, side stepped and almost spilled my tray.

  “You’re going to get me fired if I drop the tray,” I said with a grin.

  “Maybe I want to get you fired so you can spend more time with me,” he said and smacked my ass again.

  I was ready for it that time though, so I laughed and kept walking.

  But he wanted me fired and that piqued my interest. He certainly had enough money to support a wife and family, could he be thinking along the same lines as my little daydream fantasies?

  I hurried through my orders and made it to last call without dropping any trays or glasses of alcohol. Ryker didn’t make it very easy though, he sipped a tumbler of the best scotch the club had to offer and watched me with his predatory gaze the entire time.

  At the end of the night I begged Jake to finish up with the cleaning and garbage duty so I could rush out with Ryker.

  “You owe me,” he said with a smug look. “I will think about it, but you definitely owe me for this.”

  “Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?” I laughed as I hooked my hand in Ryker’s arm.

  “What does he want?” Ryker asked and we left the club.

  “Probably a picture of your…ahem…junk or something,” I laughed.

  “You’re not serious are you?”

  “I am. He’s really curious.”

  “I could give you one if it means you get to leave early whenever you want,” he said.

  As we left a group of bikers wearing Ryker’s club leather walked past us.

  “Are they meeting tonight?” I asked.

  “They are,” he said.

  “Aren’t you joining them?”

  “Not when I can spend time with you,” he said with a sideways glance. “I’d much rather take you somewhere and get naked than spend a few hours going over our club business. You see I already know the business because I’m the one who runs it.”

  “So where are we going to get naked?” I asked with a grin.

  “My place,” he replied. “I hope you don’t mind. There will be a late night snack laid out for us and everyone will have gone home. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

  “So we can walk around naked and eat snacks?” I laughed. “I’m in!”

  “Exactly,” he smiled and stopped walking. He pulled me against him and bent down for a kiss. As he broke away he said, “This is what I love about you, kitten. You’re gorgeous, brilliant, and hilarious.”

  “Well when you put it that way, I’d say I have to agree.”

  He kissed me again and we got in the town car where he told the driver to take us home.

  We drove through the streets with me resting my head on his broad chest listening to his voice vibrate a deep bass against his flesh.

  The moment we got home he did right by his word and had us both stripped naked within moments.

  We didn’t bother to eat though. He lifted me onto the dining table and made a meal out of me to begin with. I dug my fingers into the edge of the table and held on as he shoved my thighs apart and slipped his tongue along my soaking wet cleft.

  “Oh Ryker,” I moaned and writhed against his face. “This feels so good.”

  My hips bucked and he placed his huge hands on them to hold me down and continue his oral attack on my clit.

  I came fast and hard and all at once. There was no slow build, it was fast and frenetic and I screamed his name so hard my throat felt raw as I came down afterwards.

  He slowly licked my flesh and moved towards my inner thigh, up my leg to the plain where it joined my body, along my abdomen and towards my breasts.

  He took one breast in his mouth and my nipples pebbled rock hard in response. I gasped and reached for him, pulling him up for a kiss.

  He tasted of me, sweet and tangy, and he growled against my neck as our kiss ended. “You are fucking exquisite, kitten.”

  I shivered at the intensity of his voice and said, “I love this, Ryker. I love being with you.”

  He slid his tongue along my neck and sucked my collarbone, leaving little nibbles and spears of pleasure in his wake. “I love you, kitten.”

  “What?” I gasped and grabbed his bulging biceps, pulling up to look at him.

  “I love you,” he growled. “I loved you the moment I saw you in that alley and I knew you’d be mine.”

  “I…I love you too,” I said and felt tears springing to my eyes. I’d never told anybody those words before, not like this.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he said and kissed me again, pressing himself between my thighs and pushing himself inside of me. “And then I’ll make love to you.”

  I dug my fingernails into his back and raked them down his flesh until I held onto his hips and pulled him into me deeper and harder.

  He made good on his word that night, fucking me on the elaborately laid out dining room table. Afterwards we ate and drank and laughed, and he picked up me up in his arms and carried me upstairs to his bed.

  And there we made love. It was incredible.

  He was incredible.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I woke in the morning with sunlight piercing my eyelids and hurting my head. I hadn’t drunk much the night before but we’d only gotten a couple hours of sleep.

  I rolled over in his huge bed and found it empty. I could still see the impression of his head in the pillow and smell his musky scent on the sheets.

  My desire coursed through my body at the mere thought of him next to me all night, at the thought of the things that we’d done.

  I got up and wandered to the immense bathroom just off the bedroom and half expected to find him in the shower.

  It was empty and the marble was cold.

  I was a little irked at waking up alone and hoped he hadn’t taken off again without telling me this time. It would be so awkward having to deal with the household staff all on my own.

  I realized with a sudden jolt that my clothes had been left downstairs last night. I felt a red hot rush of embarrassment wash over me.

  I didn’t even have my phone with me to text Ryker, it was in my purse and my purse was probably sitting on a pile of my clothing somewhere downstairs.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned under my breath. I searched through the walk in closet that was larger than my bedroom for something I could wear.

  I settled on one of Ryker’s shirts and a pair of boxer shorts. They would have to do.

  I decided to have a quick shower first to refresh myself before facing all those people I didn’t know and who would surely look down their noses at me.

  I briefly wondered how many women Ryker had dragged through here over the years. Would I just be one in a long string of easy girls?

  I took my time in the spa shower and let the jets shoot steaming hot water all up and down my body. I even lounged on the built in heated chaise and let the water wash away any anxiety I might have.

  I toweled off, combed my hair and left it in loose, tousled curls to dry and pulled on Ryker’s shirt and boxers.

  I took a deep breath, opened the bedroom door and padded downstairs to find my errant lover.

  I didn’t find him right away, but I did find the table set for breakfast. I felt like I was in a fancy hotel with an all you can eat buffet. Of course I’m sure when it was this fancy, they probably had a better name for it than all you can eat buffet.

  I picked up a plate and chose some melon, a couple pieces of toast and a yoghurt cup with a heavy silver spoon.

  I looked up and down for coffee but saw nothing. Instead I poured myself a glass of oran
ge juice and prayed it would do the trick.

  I wondered where my clothes and purse had ended up but decided I’d tackle that problem after I ate.

  I was in the middle of devouring my meal when a housekeeper walked through.

  “Excuse me,” I said and she stopped, turned and smiled. “Do you have any idea where some clothes ended up? They were left here last night along with a purse.”

  My cheeks hurt from the fire dancing along my skin. My humiliation was now complete.

  “Oh yeah, I think they’re in the kitchen on the side counter,” she told me and kept walking.

  I finished up my breakfast and decided to look for my clothes and some coffee. Surely in a house like this they had to have something stronger than OJ in the morning.

  I found the kitchen a vast space with dark marble countertops and gorgeous French country cabinetry everywhere my eyes could see. It was something out of a high end restaurant, it seemed decedent that it belonged to a house.

  I turned the corner and saw a side table and Ryker standing in front of it with his back to me.

  His hair looked trimmed and he was wearing a well tailored suit. I loved the way it hugged his muscular legs and arms, he looked really fucking hot in a suit.

  I snuck up behind him and ran my hands along his hips. He jumped slightly and I said, “Good morning, sexy.”

  I slid my hands to the front of his body, felt the familiar bumps of his rock hard abdomen and continued down the V plunging towards my favorite part.

  His throbbing shaft.

  I gripped it and was amazed at how familiar it was to me now, how all of his body felt like going home when I touched it.

  He groaned and bucked against me. I heard a sharp intake of breath and he turned in my grasp, facing me.

  I looked up at him and said, “Oh you shaved.”

  “Do you like it smooth?” he asked, his voice lower than usual and full of amusement.

  “I do,” I said and looked up at him. “I like it rough too though, but you know that.”