by Rye Hart
“Dom? As in your best man, Dominic?” I asked.
Jude nodded, pulling his pants up. “The one and only.”
I grabbed my clothes and hurried up the steps just as Jude answered the door. His shirt was still lying on the floor next to the couch, he hadn't even bothered to pick it up. I took another glance at his chiseled, perfect abs and had to grab the hand railing to keep myself from falling.
“Come back down when you get dressed,” he yelled up at me.
I heard Dominic's voice ask, “Who are you talking to?”
“Ember,” Jude said casually.
I stood at the top of the stairs, meaning to go in and get dressed, but found myself eavesdropping instead. How casually he'd referred to me and what had just happened between us surprised me. It made me smile, knowing that he wasn't going to keep it a secret. I didn't know why, but I liked that.
“Ember?” I heard Dominic's voice. “As in your ex-stepdaughter?”
“That's the one,” Jude said.
I heard footsteps as the two men walked into the living room and their voices became muffled. A moment later, I couldn't hear their voices at all anymore. I was grinning from ear-to-ear though, like a damned fool, as I hurried and put my clothes back on. I checked my hair and makeup. Makeup was beyond repair, so I used the soap in the bathroom to wash it all off. Going bare-faced beat streaky mascara and smeared lipstick any day. My hair was a mess too, and without a brush, I was limited. I raked my fingers through the waves and pulled it back into a messy, high ponytail. With a smile on my face, I walked downstairs. Dominic, the tall, dark best man from my mother's wedding, looked up as I stepped into the room, an amused grin on his face.
Jude turned around as I entered, smiling wide. He'd slipped his shirt back on. Damn.
“Ember, you remember my best friend, Dominic,” he said. “Dom, this is Ember.”
“Yeah, we briefly met at her mom's wedding,” Dominic said, cocking an eyebrow at Jude as he shook my hand. “Considering the circumstances, I'm a little surprised to see you again.”
“It's a long story,” I sighed.
“Well, I'm certainly up to hearing it sometime,” Dominic said, his gaze flitting over to Jude.
“Another time,” Jude said.
His voice sounded stern, causing me to look over at him in surprise. He took a seat on the couch we'd just fucked on not that long ago.
“For now, we have other matters to discuss,” he said.
“I can leave, if you'd like –”
“Don't be silly, sit,” Jude said, patting the seat on the couch beside him.
“Oh, okay,” I said. “If you insist.”
“I do,” Jude said, a devious grin on his face.
I sat down beside him, our legs touching. Jude draped his arm across my shoulder casually. Some women might take it as a sign of a man marking his territory – of letting his friend know that I was his property. For some reason though, it didn't feel that way to me. It was just an instinctual act and I didn't see it as Jude pissing on my leg to claim me.
“You never cease to amaze me, Jude,” Dominic said, shaking his head as he took a seat in the chair across from us. “Not that it's a bad thing.”
“I owe Ember a lot,” he said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Without her, I would have never known the truth about Lydia. She could've taken me to the cleaners if not for this girl right here.”
Dominic held his hands up in a defeated gesture. “Hey, I'm not judging, man. Just amused and maybe even a little impressed.”
“You do know I'm sitting right here, right?” I said.
Dominic winked and shot me a mischievous smirk. Where Jude was stoic and a bit reserved, Dominic seemed all trouble and mayhem. Like a perpetual frat boy always up for a good time. His eyes were dark, rich brown with hints of gold flecks. His jet-black hair was cut incredibly short and close to his head, and he was clean shaven.
I knew that he was a lawyer because of Jude. While he looked professional enough, I'd never have painted him as an attorney. A business mogul, sure. A soul sucking lawyer? No way.
“Sorry, love,” he said. “Anyway, back to business, Jude. Your birthday party. What's the plan?”
My ears perked up. I always loved a good party. “Oh, when's your birthday?”
“The nineteenth,” Jude said. “I figured we could just have you guys over here. Some drinks. BBQ around the pool. That sort of thing.”
“That's funny,” I muttered to myself.
Both Dominic and Jude turned toward me, questioning looks on their handsome faces.
“What is?” Jude asked.
“Oh nothing,” I said, suddenly feeling silly. “Just that my birthday is the twentieth. The day after yours.”
Dominic clasped his hands together, an even more mischievous smile spreading across his face.
“Well, isn't that perfect,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes, figuring he was being sarcastic, and waited for him to deliver the punchline. He looked at me though, and I saw no guile or mischief in his eyes. He actually just looked – pleased. I have no idea what he was pleased about, but he seemed pleased nonetheless.
“I say we do a combined party then. What do you say, Ember?” Dom's eyes sparkled as he looked at me.
I looked at Jude, my mouth open wide. I honestly wasn't sure if I'd be around that long. It was several weeks away, and, honestly, I had no idea if Jude wanted to throw me a party – especially right alongside his own.
Jude nodded and smiled at me. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” he said. “Maybe one of the best you've ever had, Dom.”
“Yeah, I come up with them now and again,” Dominic replied.
I guess that meant I'd be sticking around for a little while.
Chapter Seven
Jude
How could I explain to Dominic that everything I could have ever wanted for my birthday was sitting right beside me? I couldn't. Ember's legs were crossed, her hand resting on her knee. She sat there all prim and proper, like a good little girl, but all I could think about was that my cum was still inside her. My gaze rolled over her legs and up her thighs, and I wondered if she was wearing any panties – and if so, if they were wet.
“Jude? You in there?” Dom laughed, waving a hand in front of my face.
When I looked back up at my friend, he gave me a knowing grin and just shook his head.
“I know you're sitting next to a gorgeous woman,” he quipped. “But, damn, I've never seen you this distracted before.”
“What can I say? She's different,” I said, pushing a strand of hair behind Ember's ear.
She gave me a sweet smile, color rushing into her cheeks. God, so sweet and innocent looking. But, I knew she could be dirty when she wanted to be. It was one of the things that turned me on the most about her – that duality.
“I can see that,” Dom said.
He was now looking at Ember too, admiring her beauty as if he was seeing it for the first time. I turned my attention to my friend and watched his eyes widen slightly as they moved over her luscious rack. He was practically salivating.
When I'd married Lydia, I told my friends that Ember was off-limits, especially when I saw her in that tight bridesmaid dress looking scrumptious as hell. I knew all of my friends would be into her, and if I couldn't have her, I was going to make damn sure they couldn't either.
Now, that was no longer an issue.
Ember stared back at Dom, her green eyes wide with surprise. Her cheeks were pink as she glanced over at me, seemingly surprised by the lust that was clear as day, in my best friend's eyes. She seemed to be asking me if I minded that he stared at her that way. I didn't mind, as long as she didn't.
I leaned into her until her hair ticked my face, and whispered into her ear, “Does he make you uncomfortable, Ember?”
Her reply was one word. “No.”
“Good,” I said, stroking her hair. “Because I like when others admire what's mine.”
S
ome women would tense up when a man used such phrases. Especially so soon. It was a test, to see how Ember would respond, and she passed with flying colors. I was fairly surprised, but pleased. She gripped the hand that rested on her shoulder, turning to me with a lustful grin. She was enjoying this game as much as I was.
I lowered my face, burying it into the crook of her neck and laid a soft kiss against her flesh. She shuddered as I whispered in her ear.
“Do you want to fuck him?” I asked.
Now her body tensed, but she didn't answer. She didn't need to. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in the way the pulse in her neck quickened. I knew the answer even if she didn't give voice to it.
“You can fuck him, if you'd like,” I said, nipping at her flesh. “As long as you come back to me, that is. As long as you're mine.”
“Always,” Ember said, her voice trembling, but a look of unfettered lust on her face.
“Good girl.”
Dominic grinned like the cat who stole the milk. He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs, his eyes never leaving hers. I knew he was showing off his erection, which I know many women had described as impressive. I wasn’t not into men, but I couldn't deny that he was well-endowed. He'd give Ember a lot of pleasure, no doubt, and my own cock hardened at the thought of watching my best friend fuck her.
Had Dom heard what I'd said? The look in his eyes said he had. It wouldn't be the first time we'd shared a woman between us. But, it would be the first time I shared one I cared about. Ember was more than just a fling or someone I wanted to fuck. I actually wanted to keep her around and keep her mainly to myself.
Still, I never had a problem sharing with my friends. It was just sort of our way of things. Ember was a goddess who deserved to be worshipped by as many men as possible. Of course, there'd be some ground rules, but for now, I was eager to watch her enjoy herself with Dom.
This time, when I asked the question, I made sure Dominic could hear me.
“I'll ask again, Ember,” I said. “Do you want to fuck Dom?”
She looked at me, her eyes shining like emeralds, and said, “I – I don't know.”
“Ah, well, tough luck for me,” Dominic said, throwing his hands up and laughing. “Always worth a try.”
I stroked Ember's hair and pulled her into me, letting her rest her head against my chest. I knew she was curious, but perhaps, it was too early for her. Maybe she didn't believe I'd be okay with it. Maybe she didn't know Dominic enough to want him. Either way, if she didn't want to do it, she didn't have to. I'd never force her to do anything that made her even the slightest bit uncomfortable.
“If you ever change your mind though, sugar, I'm here,” Dom said, shooting her a wink. “And on that note, I think I'll leave you two alone.”
He stood up, and I walked him to the door. Ember stayed in the living room, sitting on the couch and looked shell-shocked. I knew it had to be an awkward position to put her in. Still, there was a light of curiosity in her eyes. I knew she wanted Dom, she just wasn't ready.
“Poor girl, I think you broke her,” Dom laughed, running a hand through his hair.
“Nah, she's not so easily broken. She's stronger than she looks,” I said. I shook his hand. “Thanks for stopping by.”
“Thanks for offering to share your girl,” he said.
“Maybe next time.”
“There's always a next time,” he said. “I'd say have fun, but I think that'll happen no matter what I say.”
“Yeah, I'd say that's a guarantee.”
Dom turned to me, a look of curiosity on his face. “You really like her, don't you?”
I didn't even have to think about it before nodding. “I do.”
“Sure as hell beats her mother,” he said before patting me on the back.
“That she does. In every single way.”
***
“Did you mean what you said?” Ember asked as I stepped back into the living room. “About me sleeping with Dom?”
Her head was cocked to the side, and she stared up at me with curious eyes, an inscrutable expression on her face. I joined her on the couch, rubbing her back gently.
“I did,” I said. “Does that bother you?”
She studied my face for a long time before answering. “No, I just thought maybe it was a test.”
“A test?” I suppressed a laugh. “How so?”
She sat up and turned her body so that she was facing me.
“Well, you weren't too happy to hear about my mom with Marlon – which is understandable,” she said. “So, I was just thinking that you were testing me. To see if I were loyal, or if I followed in my mom's footsteps.”
This time, I couldn't suppress the chuckle, and my laughter seemed to upset Ember. She scowled at me and put a little distance between us. Reaching out, I pulled her into me and kissed the top of her head.
“No, Ember. I was not testing you,” I said, a smile still playing on my lips. “I know you're nothing like Lydia. Nothing at all.”
“Then why?” she asked.
“Because I like sharing? I like the women I care about to derive pleasure in any way they can,” I said. “I want them to sate any desire they may have – even if that desire is my best friend.”
She sat up again so she could stare at me, her adorable face twisted up in a look of pure confusion. I kissed the tip of her nose.
“But how is that any different than my mom cheating on you with Marlon?”
“Because it's not cheating if both parties say it's okay. It's the lying and sneaking I can't get behind, not the sex,” I said.
Seeing that it still confused her, I tried to put it another way.
“Your mother lied to me,” I said flatly. “She didn't consider my feelings in the slightest. You, on the other hand, are different. You've shown me nothing but honesty since the first moment we met. I trust you. Even though I hardly know you, you've given me no reason to doubt you.”
“So it was a test?”
“No, sweetie. It was me giving permission,” I said.
“You're saying I could have walked over, sat on his lap and fucked him right there in front of you. And that you would've been okay with that?”
“More than okay actually,” I said, leaning down to press my lips against her. “I'd have been incredibly turned on and probably fucked you myself afterward.”
“I – I never knew how hot that could be,” she stammered, a small smile pulling at the edges of her lips. “But, thinking about it – it kinda is.”
“Oh trust me,” I said, trailing my kisses down the side of her neck, “It's so very hot. I want you to experience so much pleasure, Ember. More pleasure than you've ever known.”
“You've already done that for me,” she giggled, her voice shaky.
“That is simply the start. Believe me, there's even more to come. So much more,” I said, running the top of my tongue along her collarbone. “If you'll just let me show you.”
“Yes, Jude” she whimpered, her lower lip trembling. “Show me.”
Her hands found the back of my head, her fingers raking my scalp. A shiver ran down my spine.
“Stay with me, Ember,” I purred. “Be mine, and I'll make sure you'll never be deprived of anything, ever again.”
She moaned as I kissed along her cleavage. Already, my cock was throbbing in my pants, aching for a release. As much as I'd have enjoyed watching Dominic fuck her, there were other things I wanted to do myself. She just had to say the word and be mine, and then I'd fuck her beautiful brains out.
“Yes, yes, Jude. I'm yours,” she said.
The most beautiful words I'd ever heard, uttered by the most gorgeous creature to have ever walked the Earth. My life suddenly felt complete.
I pulled Ember to her feet, but not for long. In one quick movement, I bent her over the side of the couch, her ass in the air. I got the answer to the question that had flitted through my mind earlier – she hadn't put her panties back on.
I unzipp
ed my pants and let them drop to the floor, never taking my eyes off Ember. Her perfect smooth, pale ass was beckoning me. I held her hands behind her back with just one of mine as I took in the view. Her auburn hair fell over the side of the couch, hiding her face, which was a shame.
“Look at me,” I growled.
She turned her head just enough for me to see her green eyes poking out behind the auburn curtain. Letting go of her wrists, I latched on to her hair and pulled her head back, seeing her more clearly now. A small sound escaped her, and I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure.
“Do you like when I pull your hair, Ember?”
“Yes,” she said as her body shuddered, proving her point. “Oh God, yes. I love it.”
“You seem like such a sweet little girl, Ember,” I said, running my fingers through that thick, soft mane as I held her up. “But you're really bad, aren't you?”
“Only for you, Jude.”
With my free hand, I pulled her ass closer to me, rubbing my shaft between her warm thighs, dying to be inside those lips once more. Her white flesh beckoned me, so pale and smooth. I raised a hand and smacked her, gently on the ass.
Ember moaned, her back arching. “Yes! Again!”
I slapped my hand against her flesh, harder this time and she cried out. Never had I seen a woman respond to being spanked with such enthusiasm and pleasure, and my dick pulsed watching her writhe beneath me.
“Harder,” she begged through clenched teeth.
This time, when my hand met her flesh, I was afraid I'd gone too far. I'd left a red handprint behind and she let out a stifled gasp.
“Oh yes, Jude! Please, fuck me,” she moaned, wiggling that tight little ass at me.
Hearing her begging me was music to my ears, and as much as I wanted the game to continue, my balls were ready to explode again, aching with all the cum dying to get out. Damn. Ember turned me on more than anyone I'd ever met. She was my Kryptonite. Everything I'd ever fantasized about finding in a woman was before me, begging for my cock.
How could I resist?
Holding tightly to her hair, I positioned my shaft against her opening and spread those pink pussy lips wide, the tip slipping in just a bit, before I drove my cock deep inside of her in one hard thrust. She groaned, her falling forward onto the arm of the couch.
