DickingAround.epub

by Amarinda Jones

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  Uh oh. “But—” “I’m in charge. I own you, Carlisle. Say it.”

  “You own me.” And he just had. Her body was completely at his disposal at the office.

  And the wedding? She now had three men who wanted to take her. Oh well, it’s probably going to be crap anyway. I may as well turn up and dick around with three different men.

  Chapter Five

  “You smashed into my car!” Amber jumped out of her car and charged at the two men.

  Theo narrowed his eyes and stood his ground. “You should have been watching where you were going.”

  “Oh piss off!” Amber walked around and looked at the damage.

  “No you piss off.” Theo inspected the dent in the front fender. Mickey got out of the car and watched them.

  Amber’s hands curled into fists. “I’m calling the cops.” Mickey and Theo traded glances. That was the last thing they needed. “Let’s not be hasty.”

  “Why not?” Amber sounded suspicious.

  “We’re here as a surprise to a friend.” Theo told her. Mickey nodded. “Yeah, and we’d hate to ruin the surprise.”

  “You trashed my car.” Amber started again.

  Theo sighed. Why was nothing ever easy? “If you let us do what we have to, we’ll work out the repair later.”

  She arched one eyebrow. “Which friend?”

  “Her.” Theo pointed to Carlisle who was heading into the chapel.

  “Would that happen to be a lady who was in a certain boutique yesterday?” Amber asked her eyes locked on the woman in question.

  “Yeah that’s her,” Mickey responded.

  Amber turned back to the men. “What’s she to you?”

  “What’s she to you?” Theo wasn’t about to play his hand until he knew what she wanted. Did she know about the USB stick?

  “I asked first,” Amber pointed out, her hands going to her hips.

  “She has something we want.” Theo was not about to name what. I need to know what your agenda is, lady.

  “She took something of mine. I tracked her down to tell her hands off.”

  That sounded interesting. They had a common goal. “Maybe we can work together and take back what’s ours.”

  Amber nodded. “What’s your plan?”

  “We have a gun,” Mickey announced.

  “Sssh!” Theo slapped his partner once more on the back of the head. “We’re just going to threaten her a bit. There’ll be no killing.”

  “Perfect.” Amber smiled. “Let’s talk.”

  ****

  Bridget rounded on his sister. “You’re late.” “It’s a rehearsal dinner for god sake. It’s not like it’s the real thing that we have to suffer through tomorrow.” Carlisle was tired from work and sex and men and the last thing she needed was dealing with her sister. They had never gotten along. There was no point trying to play the happy family now.

  “This is what I hate about you, Carlisle. You never take important things seriously.”

  Bridget then recited a long list of her sister’s faults.

  Carlisle yawned as Bridget went off on another of her tirades about Carlisle’s lax attitude on life. Whine. Bitch. Moan. She looked at the ever-so-perfect-not-a-hair-out-of-place Neil. The Groom. Sucker. She heard Bridget draw a breath.

  “Finished?”

  Bridget sighed. “This is why I didn’t want you in the wedding party.”

  “And lord knows I thank you for that as bilious green is so not my color.”

  “Bitch!” Bridget yelled and stamped her foot.

  “Cow,” Carlisle responded overly politely.

  “Girls, please!” Lydia Carson came up to her daughters.

  Bridget turned on her sister. “She started it, mother. You should have seen how I found her at her house the other day. She was nak—”

  Carlisle yanked her sister’s arm so she banged into her. She whispered in Bridget’s ear.

  “Say another word and I’ll tell the man of plastic Neil about your liaison with Mr. Phelps and the female hockey coach in the nurse’s room at school. Can you say strap-on, Bridg?”

  Their mother stared at them. “What is going on between you girls?”

  “Nothing.” They both said at the same time.

  “Try and act with a bit of decorum, Carlisle.”

  Yeah it’s always my fault. Never perfectly anal Bridget’s.

  “Have you got a dress for tomorrow?” Both women looked at Carlisle.

  “Yes of course.” Sorta. Kinda. Well—no. I probably should look into that.

  “Are you going to have an escort?” Her mother asked.

  “Why?” Carlisle said it purely to piss her mother off. Lydia saw the world in perfectly coordinated male-female couples.

  Well, he should be here.”

  Carlisle snorted. “To listen to this crap?”

  “Carlisle!”

  “Actually, I have three ‘escorts’.”

  Bridget roiled her eyes. “Disgusting.”

  “What? Pissed off that you’re stuck with marrying a Ken doll?”

  “Neil is not!”

  “Whatever.” Carlisle turned to her mother. She had no connection other than blood to these women and at times even that wasn’t enough. “Do I have to stay for this?”

  “Maybe it would be better if you left,” Lydia responded. “And please remember to bring those data sticks with you tomorrow.”

  Carlisle had placed all the old family albums on USB sticks. Her mother wanted to show them at the wedding. And bore everyone’s socks off.

  “Great. Yep, Sure. Whatever.” I’m free!

  “Drop dead,” the bride muttered at Carlisle as she passed by.

  “After you, Barbie.”

  ****

  “Stick your hands up.” Theo came up behind Carlisle. She turned around. “Oh you’re fucking joking.” She had just finished dealing with idiots and now more crossed her path.

  “I have a gun.”

  “Oh yeah? Where.”

  Theo pointed it at her. “Here.” Another man and a woman came to stand beside him.

  Carlisle saw the glint of a steel barrel in the moonlight. “Hmm, so you do.” For some reason she didn’t feel threatened by the two men and the woman. They didn’t match up somehow. The men? Yes. The woman? Nope. “Who’s she?”

  “We don’t know,” Mickey answered.

  “Right. Well, it sounds like it’s all going well for the three of you so far.”

  “Shut up!” Amber yelled at Carlisle.

  It had been a long day. Gun or no gun she wasn’t in the mood for this. “What do you lot want?” All three of them spoke at the same time.“Whoa! All I got out of that was a load of mumbo jumbo.”

  Theo spoke first. “You have an article that belongs to us.”

  That surprised Carlisle. “What?”

  “You bought a box of crap from a garage sale over the weekend.”

  “Correct.” She had thrown most of it out. A few things she kept thinking they would be useful later.

  “Where is it?”

  “In the dumpster at home.”

  Theo looked angry. “Why didn’t you tell us that? We’ve wasted so much time.”

  “Like that’s my fault. Until five seconds ago, sunshine, I didn’t even know you.” A thought came to her. “Did you steal my handbag?

  Theo said ‘no’ at the same time Mickey said ‘yes’.

  “Riiiight,” Carlisle murmured wondering how this pair of thieves made a living if they were this dumb.

  “Come on.” Theo pushed Mickey. “Let’s go.”

  Carlisle turned to the woman. Even in the half-light Carlisle could see she was gorgeous.

  “I want Adam.”

  The lovely Adam from the boutique. “I see. You’re his wife?” Carlisle made no judgments about monogamy. Some could do it, others couldn’t.

  “Ex-girlfriend.”

  Ah. “Does he want you?”

  “He’s confused at the moment.�
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  “Translation–you’re a bunny boiler and he’s staying clear of you.” Some women didn’t know when to let go.

  “He’s mine,” Amber snarled.

  “Really?” Carlisle was cool.

  “Yes,” she insisted.

  “’Probably awkward that I had sex with him yesterday. He didn’t seem taken then.”

  Amber looked furious. “I will hurt you if you go near him again.”

  “Sure. Whatever.” Carlisle had endured enough. She turned and walked to her car.

  “I mean it!” the woman shouted after her.

  “Uh huh.” Carlisle was not about to be told by anyone who she could or couldn’t do.

  Chapter Six

  The wedding day

  “You look beautiful.” Adam picked her up from her house to take her to the reception.

  Carlisle opted to wear a black, slinky dress that showed off her hourglass figure and just enough cleavage to be polite and slightly inappropriate. She decided against going to the church to witness their vows. The Carson family had never been religious and suddenly dressing in white and avowing innocence and piety was too hypocritical for Carlisle.

  “Thank you.” She smiled at Adam. “You say the nicest things.”

  “I like being nice to you.”

  Carlisle was looking forward to some more hard, niceness from him. She had told the other two men to meet her at the reception. Peter hadn’t been pleased and questioned her as to whom she was going with. Carlisle had told him. There was no exclusivity between them. It was just sex. Fantastic sex—not the ‘until death do we part’ sex.

  As for Sean, she had to get down on her knees and suck the dicks of him and John and the cleaner who happened to walk in during it all.

  God only knows what punishment Peter has in store for me. He had been awfully quite when he left her. Carlisle squirmed in her seat.

  “A bit needy are we?”

  “Yes.” There was no point lying. If she thought of cock she wanted cock. “Stop the car.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Adam pulled over to the side of the road. “You know anyone can see us here.”

  “I know.” That was half the fun of it. They could have been caught at the boutique too.

  “Back seat.” She saw his eyebrow arch up. “I want to ride you.”

  Adam couldn’t get out of the car quick enough. “Your dress will get wrinkled.” He pulled open the back passenger door and followed her inside.

  Carlisle ripped the dress of over her head. “Better?” She was completely naked underneath. “I wanted to shock and horrify my mother. She hates women who go without underwear.”

  “So much better.” Adam unzipped his pants and pushed them down.

  “Lie down.” Carlisle straddled his lap. Adam’s dick was hard before her. She leaned forward and licked it.

  “Oh, darlin’…” Adam grabbed her hips and urged her on.

  While she wanted to be filled, Carlisle also wanted to taste. She kept one hand on his dick and with the fingers on her other hand she rubbed her clit. When she deep throated his dick, Adam jerked up in excitement. She slid her lips from the tip to the base of the long shaft. Carlisle loved the way he squirmed and groaned under her. She removed her mouth and lifted his dick so his balls were in view. She sucked on one then the other.

  “Are you trying to kill me?” Adam growled as his fingers replaced hers on her clit.

  Oh yes. Carlisle lifted her head. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” Once more her mouth covered his dick and she sucked and slid her hand up and down the shaft, teasing the skin underneath until her was bucking his hips up and down.

  This had a delightful effect on her clit as his fingers drove up into her cunt. She pushed down on them to enjoy the moment. When one of his hands went to the back of her head, Carlisle knew he was ready to blow. She lifted her eyes to watch him. There was something so exciting about watching a man come. It was like all his strength left him for a moment allowing him to just feel and need. As the cum rushed out into her mouth, she swallowed the bitter, musky fluid down.

  “Oh, darlin’.” Adam’s hand stroked her hair as he tried to regain control.

  “I liked that.” Carlisle licked her lips and rolled over onto her back.

  “I loved that.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

  Carlisle snuggled close to him. This was perfect and peaceful and something she didn’t have with her other two lovers. “I met your ex-girlfriend. She’s a pip.”

  “Really?” Adam brushed the hair from her face. “Yeah, came to the church and stamped her feet and demanded I cease my liaison with you ‘cause apparently you belong to her.”

  Adam snorted at that. “And are you going to?”

  “Oh hell no. She may be beautiful but she’s as dumb as a box of rocks if she thinks I’m giving you up.”

  “Is it because of my dick?” Adam grinned.

  Carlisle smiled in response. “That’s part of it but I like you. A lot.”

  “More than your other boyfriends?”

  She stiffened. How did he know about them? “Um…” What did she say that didn’t make her sound like either a slut or a hypocrite?

  “It’s okay, darlin’. I like you a lot too and I’m not silly enough to think that a woman like you hasn’t got other men running after her. The difference is, I reckon you’ll end up with me in the end.”

  Carlisle’s heart beat madly. She had a wild feeling he was right. Some men were for life. That he didn’t blink at the idea of other lovers indicated he respected her rights as an individual and she liked that. “Have I mentioned how lovely you are?”

  There was a knock on the car window. A police officer peered inside. “You need to move along or I’ll book you.”

  She goggled at Adam. “The end to perfect sex–being booked for indecency. Mother and Bridget would be so pleased.”

  ****

  “You’re wearing black.” Lydia Carson looked her up and down in distaste. “Correct.” Carlisle handed her the USB sticks she had transferred the Carson family history on to.

  “That’s highly inappropriate.”

  “Yes, I know.” Carlisle winked at Adam. “And I’m not wearing underwear either, mother.”

  Her mother gagged as if she was going to say something but it was all too much for her.

  “All righty then.” My work here is done. Carlisle turned to Adam. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have to freshen up after a somewhat vigorous exercise session with a lovely gentleman I know.”

  Adam lifted her hand and kissed it. “Don’t be long, darlin’.”

  Oh yeah. I am so going to marry him one day.

  On the way to the ladies’ toilets, she was grabbed roughly and pulled inside the gents’

  toilets.

  “Where have you been?” Peter didn’t look happy.

  “In a car getting to this shindig.” She looked him up and down. He wore all black from his tie to his socks. Carlisle shivered. He looked dangerous.

  “I’ve been waiting for you.”

  She put her hands on her hips. “Well, here I am. What’s the drama?” Carlisle deliberately chose words she knew would inflame him.

  Peter narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t like to wait, baby.”

  “No one does. Now, I need to freshen up.” Carlisle made to pull open the door.

  He slammed the door shut. “Do it here.”

  “It’s the men’s room, Peter.”

  “I don’t like your attitude, baby.”

  She shrugged. “I don’t care. Even as she spat the words out, Carlisle knew what was going to happen and the idea thrilled her.

  Peter pushed her back against the wall. “You have to be punished for making me wait.”

  Carlisle was breathing hard, ready for dick or anything else he chose to do to her. “Oh grow up.”

  He shook his head. “Bad choice of words, baby.” Peter reached dow
n and yanked up her dress with one hand and unzipped his trousers with the other. His dick jumped out ready for action.

  She was wet with need anyway so when he entered hard and fast it wasn’t such a shock.

  The minute he pulled her into the men’s room, Carlisle knew she would be filled with dick one way or the other. His thrusts were meant to be a hard and sharp lesson as he fucked her up against the wall. Her head banged against the plaster with each thrust.

  “You’re giving me a headache.” She was breathless from the pace and the mounting spiral of excitement building up in her cunt.

  Peter pulled his dick out and dragged her to the row of sinks before the large rectangular mirror on the wall. Her dress was still up around her waist. “Bend over, baby.”

  “Fuck off.” He slapped her bare ass and spun her around until Carlisle was looking at her own reflection in the mirror. She howled out when his dick shoved into her anus.

  “No!”

  “Yes, and you’re going to watch me fuck you.” Peter grabbed a handful of her hair and made her watch as his hips pummeled her ass while his dick plowed away inside her.

  “Peter, stop it!” Carlisle knew it was what he wanted to hear. She was to resist and he was to dominate.

  “You love it.” He didn’t pause in his thrusts.

  “Is everything okay in here?” A man walked into the men’s room, his eyes were locked on the half naked Carlisle.

  “Yeah, man. I’m just teaching my old lady here a lesson. D’you want a piece of the action?”

  “No!” Carlisle called out.

  The man looked around. “Well, I don’t know.”

  “If you have a rubber, man, then she’s yours.”

  Carlisle threw back her head and glared at Peter. “I am not and never will be.”

  Peter pulled out and thrust in hard.

  “O-w-w.” His lessons were painful yet good. “Be good or else,” Peter growled in her ear.

  “Or else what?” It wasn’t like she could do anything. She was pinned to a sink by a dick up her ass.

  “Do you really want to know?”

  Yes. No. “I need to go back to the wedding.” Not. This is way more fun.