Infamous Love: A Black Light Prequel

by Livia Grant

  They remained locked together for a long minute, catching their breath until Jaxson began to relax, placing his weight on Emma and sandwiching her between them. It was Chase who complained.

  "What the hell are you trying to do, suffocate me down here man?" He said it with a relaxed grin.

  "Give me a break, will ya? I'm not ready to pull out yet."

  Chase agreed. "I hear that." He leaned up to capture her lips in a kiss. Their tongues tangled until she felt Jaxson's now softening shaft slip from her body, leaving behind a wet trail across her ass.

  He pulled her to her side and all three of them snuggled together, recovering from the best sex of her life.

  They had offered to see her all the way to the airport, but she'd turned them down. It would be bad enough saying goodbye to them here at the hotel. She didn't want to make a fool of herself crying at the airport. The threesome was quiet as they took the elevator to the lobby. Both men brushed close, refusing to release her yet.

  They wrestled her luggage to the door where the same livery driver was waiting, this time to take her to Charles de Gaulle for her flight home. Last week she'd been getting homesick, ready to see her family. Today, she wished she could stay indefinitely, yet she knew part of what had made their time together so magical was the expiration date on the tryst. They'd entered this knowing their time would be short. She couldn't complain about the rules now.

  Chase hugged her first, pulling her into an open mouth kiss full of a promise he couldn't fulfill. She fought back her tears as he smiled softly, releasing her to his friend.

  Jaxson held her too, but his kiss was tender, almost reverent. When their lips parted, she felt the hot tears streaming down her cheeks, as he seemed to look into her soul. He swiped at her tears with the pads of his thumbs, a wan smile on his lips as if he was trying to convince them both to cheer up. "I'm glad we met you, Emma...." His face registered his shock. "Fuck... I don't even know your last name."

  Emma smiled through her growing tears. "Does it matter?"

  The sorrow she saw reflected back at her was surprising. "I guess not. We're gonna miss you. Safe travels, sweetheart."

  "You too, Jaxson."

  He grinned. "That's sir to you."

  She grinned through her tears, "Yes, sir."

  The next few minutes moved in a strange slow motion. Emma's ears were ringing as her heart contracted with a physical ache as she watched the two men who'd changed her life forever growing smaller as the car pulled out into the busy Parisan traffic. She raised her hand to wave, knowing they couldn't see it through the tinted windows.

  The driver jarred her from her trance. "Looks like it's difficult saying goodbye. How long until you see them again?"

  The dam holding back her tears broke, sobs wracking her body as she cried out her answer. "Never!"

  Chapter 9

  It might only be two weeks into the summer semester, but Emma already felt the pressure growing from her heavy grad school schedule. The only good thing about her grueling work lineup was that it left precious little time for her to wallow in regret over having said goodbye to the two extraordinary men who'd made her a woman in France. At times, it felt like it had been one big dream.

  She only had one regret, which grew stronger with each passing day. Why hadn't she given them her last name and her phone number that final morning? Even as she thought it, she knew it wouldn’t have mattered. Emma was a fool to entertain the idea that they might have wanted to stay in touch. Her brain knew the swift split was best, but her heart hurt at the thought of never seeing Chase or Jaxson again.

  Finding their last names had been easy. A few minutes on Google and she had enough information to keep her busy reading for hours. They weren’t just models–they were A-list models, in demand for top-end ad campaigns around the globe. Her investigation had dug up more than just their professional portfolio. The Internet was full of candid pictures of Jax and Chase at back-stage parties, fundraisers and even movie premiers. They were regularly photographed with musicians, movie stars and politicians who traveled in the circles of the rich and famous.

  Emma was grateful she hadn’t known just how famous they were when they’d been together. Now, knowing who they really were, she treasured their intimate time spent together even more knowing she’d seen a side to the extraordinary men the cameras never got to see. She was proud that they’d trusted her enough to show her the real them.

  "Emma! I'm back!" She was jarred out of her memories by the voice of a person she had hoped would never come searching for her. She glanced up to see Bianca sauntering towards her, dressed as if she were headed to a fashion show instead of an Econ 101 class. She was surrounded by two other Barbie doll wanna-be's who appeared to be hanging on her every word. Emma had to fight down the giggle when she realized how silly Bianca looked.

  Not wanting to engage, Emma moved around her to continue on to the lecture hall where class was to begin in ten minutes.

  "Hello? How rude! If you won't talk to me as a friend, you can at least tell me what assignments I've missed so I can get caught up."

  Emma stopped in her tracks. Surely Bianca wasn't that stupid.

  She turned to address her previous travel companion. "You can't be serious. It's summer. We cover a chapter per class. You've missed four chapters already. Drop the class."

  "No way. I need this as a pre-req for a class in the fall."

  Anger flared. "Then I guess you should have come home sooner instead of gallivanting around Europe on the back of Marrrio with an R's moped."

  "It was a Vespa," she whined as if that made a difference.

  Emma chuckled at Bianca's childish behavior. "Fine, suit yourself. Come to class, but don't expect anything special from me. You'll do the work like everyone else."

  Anger flashed across Bianca's pinched face. "What's wrong with you? You seem different... like a total bitch."

  Emma didn't deny it. She had changed. "I am different, but you'd better be careful about calling your professor names. I might have to take points off on your next test to dock you."

  One of Bianca's fan club turned her nose up, hurling what she thought was an insult. "Someone needs to get laid. Wait–girls like you can't get a guy, can you? Maybe that's your problem."

  In that moment, Emma's heart ached for Chase and Jaxson and strangely, it wasn't so she could flaunt them in front of these bitches. It wasn't even for the sex... okay it wasn't only for the sex.

  In the two weeks since they'd said farewell, Emma had figured out what she missed the most was how they made her feel when they were together. As if she were a queen, worthy of their attention. She longed to be the center of someone's attention as she'd been with not just one, but both men.

  No, she couldn't share that with Bianca. There was no point since the bitch would never believe her anyway.

  A tense thirty seconds passed in the hall as the women squared off. Emma refused to fight at their level, instead choosing to walk around them to proceed to the lecture hall.

  She was five minutes into her lecture when Bianca and her entourage finally strolled in late, taking a seat towards the front of the room, causing a commotion as all of the students present stopped to watch the show they were putting on with their strutting. Emma was in no mood to put up with Bianca's childish behavior.

  "How thoughtful of you to join us two weeks late, Miss Branson. I see you brought friends who aren't even registered as students for the class. You hoping they'll be able to help you catch up?"

  Bianca appeared shocked to be called out in front of the entire lecture hall of fifty plus students. Seeing her face reminded Emma of how much she had changed since meeting the men. She was so much calmer now. Confident. Not willing to put up with immature bullshit.

  Bianca spewed back hurtful words. "At least I have friends. You're gonna end up alone in life, you know that Emma?"

  Direct hit. It was Emma's number one fear. A deep sadness settled in as she realized the amazing men she’d a
llowed to see the real her didn't even know her last name. Their friendship was an illusion. She hated Bianca for saying the words she hated to hear the most... she was alone while they were still in Paris rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous. The worst part was she already knew no man would ever be able to compete with the memories of two extraordinary men who swept her off her feet, ruining her for all men going forward.

  "Why are you letting her get to you, sweetheart? You should tell her the truth. That you've found not one but two men to spend your time with?"

  Emma was losing her mind. There was no other explanation for hearing Jaxson's voice nearby. She'd officially missed them so much she was hallucinating now. The only clue that perhaps it wasn't a figment of her imagination was the look of jealous shock on Bianca's face.

  Time stood still. They could hear a pin drop, the huge lecture hall was so silent. She didn't dare turn towards the voice because then she'd have to admit she'd imagined Jax was there. They visited her in her dreams, but she was losing it if she was imagining them in the middle of class.

  It wasn't until strong arms hugged her from behind, pulling her back against a muscular chest that she'd recognize anywhere that she allowed hope to take hold. He whispered into her ear. "Hi, baby. We missed you."

  "Jaxson." His name escaped her lips like a prayer as Chase stepped in front of her, a wide grin on his tanned face.

  "Emma." His voice held a soulful longing as his eyes danced with desire.

  "Chase." She whispered, still afraid to scare her dream away. Her heart thumped in her chest.

  He moved forward, hugging her and Jax, sandwiching her between them as they had so often while they were together.

  "How?" She was once again incapable of forming full sentences.

  "You're the only Emma grad student TA in Econ at the University of Wisconsin."

  She shook her head lightly, hoping to clear the cobwebs from her brain. "But why?"

  This time the men answered in unison. "Because we missed you."

  "But..."

  As usual Jaxson took control of the situation, stepping out from behind her, leaving Emma in Chase's embrace to address the group of students watching with interest. "Your professor has another engagement she must attend so class is dismissed for today. Come back for the next class on Friday."

  Most of the class sprang to their feet, thrilled to get the summer morning back, but Bianca and her friends sat sulking. When the lecture hall was relatively empty, Bianca stood. "This is an amazing joke, Emma. I'm surprised you'd spend money to hire these guys to pretend to be into you."

  It was Jaxson who answered. "I think you're the joke. We took the next month off to try to convince Emma to go on tour with us this fall."

  He glanced back at Emma, suddenly looking vulnerable. As if he didn't know how much she'd missed him since they'd parted two weeks before.

  "Right. And I'm sure you're selling the Brooklyn Bridge next." Bianca wasn't buying it. "Emma couldn't get even one of you guys in a million years."

  Jaxson countered her quickly. "You're right. She didn't get one of us." He paused for effect "We’re a package deal and Emma got us both. We’re a trio.” Bianca wilted under Jaxson’s dominant stare. “We couldn’t forget about her after she left. The time she spent in our bed in Paris was amazing.” When Bianca still looked skeptical, he added. “Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright. Google us, sweetheart.” Sarcasm dripped with his term of endearment this time.

  Bianca's laugh died when Jaxson turned to take Emma in his arms and place a sexy kiss on her lips. She melted into him and went like a wet noodle when he handed off her body to a waiting Chase who claimed his own X-rated kiss.

  By the time they separated, Emma caught the sour look on Bianca’s face as she glanced up from her tablet having Googled the men. Insane jealousy turned the attractive co-ed to a shrew. She looked as if she might be sick as she realized who the men were.

  Jax moved in to press his hard body against Emma’s back, the feel of his semi-hard erection poking her as the three of them held each other close, enjoying the feel of being together again. Relief they had sought her out flooded through Emma.

  Jaxson took control. "Let's get out of here. We have a lot to talk to you about, baby."

  "Yes, sir."

  Chapter 10

  Jaxson’s Journey

  Jaxson's hands trembled as he pulled Emma into his arms. He breathed in the fresh apple smell of her shampoo as he tucked her against his body. Chase crowded at her back, sandwiching her between them.

  His body relaxed – finally.

  In the weeks since they'd let Emma walk out of their lives, Jaxson had been carrying a tension that no amount of rest or exercise had been able to relieve. He'd tried several over-the-counter pain relievers in an attempt to medicate the empty feeling away while the normally happy-go-lucky Chase had turned into a sour companion.

  It hadn't been easy for the confident men to come to terms with the fact that they couldn't stop thinking about their sexy co-ed. It took even longer to admit to themselves and each other that they weren't going to be happy until they did something about it.

  Jaxson was under no delusion. The chances of the three of them turning their summer fling into any kind of relationship that had sticking power were slim. Still, they had unfinished business with the curvy brunette currently crying on his shoulder and he planned on staying in Wisconsin long enough to understand exactly what that meant.

  The sound of titters of laughter broke the moment, reminding him they were still in a public location. He hoped to lay low under the radar for a few weeks and getting their pictures plastered on the front page of the student newspaper wasn't a good way to make that happen.

  "We need to move somewhere more private."

  Emma's answer was muffled by the shirt she clung to as if she were afraid he'd disappear like a mirage. "We should go back to my house."

  Chase groaned in pain. "I won't make it that long. Somewhere closer?"

  "Well... I guess... my office, but it's small."

  Jax's neglected cock made the decision for him. "Lead the way."

  They shuffled their way through the winding hallways, stopping when they had a modicum of privacy to steal a kiss or grope a body part. When Emma's hands shook too much to unlock her office door, Jax took the key and wrestled the old wood open.

  Emma had exaggerated when she'd called the space small. It was a tiny cubbyhole of a teacher's assistant office, but it would do for a quickie.

  The men made fast work of tugging at her clothes, longing to touch bare skin. Jax stretched his leg back to kick the door closed.

  The slam of the heavy wood acted as a starter's whistle in a race. Jaxson divested Emma of her sundress while Chase pulled the small desk to the center of the windowless room, pushing the paperwork on top to the floor.

  "Christ, Emma, we've missed you." Jaxson's lips found their way to the tender juncture where neck met shoulder. His teeth nicked her as he sucked, hoping to leave his mark as he hugged her closer. He worked the clasp of her lacy bra with ease, exposing her breasts to the men.

  They worked in unison to lean her back onto the desk, her hips at the edge. Chase's mouth found her right nipple as Jax hooked his fingers into the waist of her panties pulling them down her long, bare legs. An uncontrolled shiver shook Emma's body. He suspected it was due to a combination of sexual excitement and the air conditioning set too low for her naked body.

  Chase's long hair tickled her chest. Man, he'd missed the sound of her playful giggle as he paid homage to her breasts with his sucking mouth and squeezing hands.

  Jax stepped back and admired his lovers starting their fun without him as he shucked off his own clothes. Emma watched Jax strip as she held Chase tight to her chest. Their eyes connected just before she dropped her heated glare to his boxer briefs. She licked her lips as anticipation grew.

  "Jaxson..." His name was her plea for more.

  "Emma." He was their Dom. He should sl
ow things down. Make this moment last, but the sound of students shuffling down the hall outside the door reminded him this might not be the best place for seduction. No. A red-hot fucking is what was called for and by-God he was gonna deliver it.

  His briefs hit the floor, springing his hardness free. He instructed Chase, "Drop your pants, Chase. Let's see that fat boner of yours."

  Chase grinned as he stood, his lips glistening with lingering wetness from his feast at her breast. Jaxson and Emma froze, admiring Chase's speedy strip tease. He had to hide his smile at Emma's awe-filled expression as she took in the view of their lover's thick cock. Surprised relief coursed through Jax as he realized the sight of the hardness turned him on.

  Chase and Jax had done something they had not done in a while after Emma left them weeks ago in Paris. When it was clear they both missed her more than they wanted to admit, they'd tried playing just the two of them, hoping to recapture some of the lost intimacy.

  Chase had been on his knees anxious to accept Jaxson's cock in his mouth or tight ass many times over the year since they’d become lovers. But like the past, they just couldn't capture the same level of intimacy alone that they could when they had a submissive woman between them. Only recently was Jax coming to terms with the fact that what had started as a fun experimentation at an after-party full of naked women was turning into a long-term life choice.

  Sex with a hot woman was good. Sex with Chase was okay. Sex with a sexy woman and Chase together was awesome.

  But, sex with Chase and Emma together had been fucking life changing. That was the only way he could describe it and his own emotions honestly baffled him. The men had fucked women more beautiful than their Emma. Ladies with bigger breasts, flatter tummies, or longer legs. It had taken the time apart from her for Jax to start to piece together what was the real magnet pulling him to Madison, Wisconsin.