by Marla Monroe
“Did you know you have the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen?” Irish said.
“What?” Her fork clattered to her plate.
“He’s right, babe.” Turk smiled at her. “They’re light blue like a spring sky. Best fucking color I’ve ever seen.”
“Th-thank you.” She didn’t know what to say to that.
The compliment had come out of the blue. She didn’t know what to say other than thank you. Where had it come from and why?
“Then there’s all that red hair. Is it really yours, or do color it that amazing color?” Irish reached over and twirled a strand around his finger.
“Um, it’s mine. I don’t do anything except wash it.”
“Fuck me. Red all over. I love it.” Turk tugged on a piece of it, as well.
“I’m finished. We should go so I can finish up the website. I—I’ve got to work tonight, so I need to get home soon.”
As if a switch had been thrown, both men dropped her hair and scooted their chairs back.
“Let’s go. Don’t want to keep you longer than you want to be there.” Turk’s tone held something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Was it disapproval? Hurt?
“Didn’t realize you had another job,” Irish said.
“I’m still building up my business.”
“Right.” Irish ushered her across the room and through the door. Turk stayed behind to pay for their meals.
“Is everything all right?” she asked when he’d climbed on his bike and indicated she should get on behind him.
“Yeah. Fine. Hold on.” Irish started the big bike as Turk walked out of the diner.
The trip back was quick, much faster than the trip into town had been. She felt as if they were in a hurry to get rid of her. Maybe they were. Maybe they had something to do once she was gone. Maybe they had someone to do after she’d left. That thought didn’t sit well with her. She’d built up a fascination of sorts of the two men.
Both Irish and Turk were devastatingly good looking, and all morning she’d gotten the feeling that Turk, and maybe Irish, had been interested in her. Where before she’d been worried about if they found out what she did for her main job, after seeing that they ran porn sites, she hadn’t been nearly as worried. Surely, they wouldn’t be shocked that she was a phone sex operator. She didn’t prostitute her body, only her voice.
Now she wasn’t sure what to think. Piper was confused, and a little hurt. It almost felt as if they no longer liked her. Only minutes before they’d talked about how much they’d liked her hair and her eyes, but now they acted as if they couldn’t wait to get rid of her. It hurt her deeper than she was comfortable admitting to herself.
The moment they were back in Turk and Irish’s office, they were back to business. Turk booted up the computer and logged in so that she could get back to work. They didn’t strike up a conversation as they had before, and Turk remained quiet unlike how he’d been that morning. She wasn’t sure what she’d said wrong, but obviously it had been pretty bad.
She finished resetting all of their buy buttons and the links to the videos that had been broken in record time. She didn’t feel comfortable sitting there any longer. Maybe they had realized how late it had gotten and they needed to work on something else that they couldn’t do around her. Whatever it was, Piper needed to get out of there before she lost the battle and asked them what their problem was.
“Looks like that’s it. I think it should all work fine for now. Did you still want me to work up some changes to show you?” she asked.
“Yeah. Are you still interested in being our web person and keeping everything working as well as uploading changes we need?” Turk asked in a clipped tone.
“I’d be happy to do it. I should be able to do pretty much anything you need from home. All you have to do is email it to me and attach everything.”
They discussed pricing of her services and came to an agreement. Piper was more than satisfied with the rates and secretly thought that it put her closer to what she needed in order to quit her other job. That thought had her doldrums lifting as she drove home from The Ghost Riders’ clubhouse.
Whatever had happened to close down the two men after lunch hadn’t affected their decision to do business with her. All in all, she counted it as a solid win for her situation. If only she didn’t feel the loss of their teasing conversation from earlier.
Chapter Seven
“Fucking got it,” Turk shouted with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
“Got what?” Irish asked without looking up from the papers he was viewing.
“Broke down the shell corporation for Isis Entertainment, and you’re not going to believe what they house.”
“What?” Irish looked up from what he’d been reading.
“Phone sex pages.”
“You’re fucking me.”
“Nope. She must be working on their sites. They have three different ones. One that caters to gay men, one that’s dedicated to domination, and another that covers just about everything else. Hell, there’s even a page for blackmail. Even I didn’t know there were so many fetishes out there.” Turk clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back.
“Guess that explains why she wasn’t fazed about what we needed her to work on,” Irish mused.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” Turk asked.
“What?”
“She’s making enough money through them that I highly doubt she’s a prostitute. She just needs to be around at night to keep their pages up and going. She’s not turning tricks.”
“After how we acted to her yesterday, I doubt that will matter much for us. She’s probably pretty pissed off at the moment. I’m ashamed of how I acted, but all I could see was red when she said she needed to get back to go to work. The idea of her with some random man infuriated me.”
“I should have realized that she wasn’t doing anything outside of whatever that Isis Entertainment was. It was good money, but her needing nights to work threw me off.”
Irish shook his head. “Not your fault. We both jumped to conclusions based on circumstantial information. Are you still as into her as I am?”
“Hell, yeah. I was despite what we thought about her, but it pissed me off, and I took it out on her.” Turk turned his chair around a few times. “How are we going to get her to forgive us?”
“No idea. Play it by ear, I guess. I can’t think about her without getting a hard-on that won’t go away.”
“I’ve jacked off to thoughts of her for the last few nights. If we manage to get her between us, I’ll never last.”
“Hell, neither will I.” Irish sighed and propped his feet on the desk in front of him.
“We need to get her back over here so we can get back in her good graces. I’ve got an idea.”
Irish quirked a brow at his cousin. “What?”
“Merrick and Cassius gave me some more pictures of some of their recent work on the bikes. I want to upload those to the bike pages and rearrange how the page looks. I want to build a bike page where someone can design their bike on the page and submit it without having to drive all the way up here before the bike is ready. We’ll set up a payment page much like we have for the porn sites.”
“That’s a damn good idea. We’ll get more work than we can do if it takes off.” Irish dropped his feet to the floor and began making notes. “We’ll need a separate account for the bike from the other pages. I’ll get to work on that while you and Piper get the page up and going.”
“I’ll call Piper now and see when she can come over to work on it. That will give us an opportunity to suck up to her.” Turk grinned.
“Evil man, but I like it.”
Irish watched as his cousin pulled out his cell and punched in some numbers. The other man’s smile was wider than a summer day was long. He felt just as elated that they wouldn’t have to kill countless men they’d worried had slept with their woman. She would be theirs if he had anything to do with it.
His dick hardened at the thought of her between them as they claimed every part of her body with their mouths, their hands, and their cocks.
“Piper, this is Turk. I’ve got something else that we need to work on. Call me when you get this.” Turk sighed and dropped the cell on the desk in front of him. “Voice mail.”
“Think she ignored your call because it was you?”
“Probably, but maybe when she listens to the message she’ll call back. Money motivates a person when they need it more than when they don’t.”
Irish scowled. “I don’t like that she’s desperate enough to work with us just because she needs the money.”
“Me either, but we have to get her to trust us, and the only way to do that is to spend time with her. I suspect that this will be the only way to get her over here right now.”
“It will have to be after their girl’s trip tomorrow,” Irish pointed out.
“Not a problem. At least we know where she’ll be and that she’s protected with the others. The guys will watch over them and keep them safe. She’ll be in a good mood, as well, since she would have spent time with Jessie and Ginger. Plus, what woman doesn’t love spa day and shopping?” Turk’s smile brightened further. “We’ll have an easier time of convincing her that she can trust us.”
“I hope you’re right. I’m not above groveling for that woman. There’s just something about her that makes me crazy for her. All that red hair and those crystalline blue eyes are just icing to me. It’s something about what’s inside of her.”
Turk snorted. “You’re not telling me anything I don’t feel just as deeply. She’s got spirit, and if she was friends with Jessie when Tussler was around, that alone means she’s got integrity and loyalty. That bastard knew she could be a threat to all his plans for his sister.”
“Let’s plan to feed her when she does come over. It will mean she’ll have to spend more time here since she can’t do much programming while she’s got her hands full. Gives us more time to bring her back around to liking us.”
“If she bothers to call us back. She might ignore us for a while after how we acted.”
Irish winced. He hated to think that it could be days, much less weeks, before they managed to get her back over there. He wanted her there now. Not a week from now.
“She’ll call. She needs the money, and this is right up her alley.” Irish stood up. “I need a beer. Want one?”
“Yeah.”
* * * *
Piper stared at the phone. She’d recognized the number when it rang earlier but ignored it. It was Turk. She wanted to answer it, but pride had her quelling her hand instead of grabbing the phone and finding out what he wanted. It had to be work. They’d treated her badly the last time she’d been there, and she still didn’t have a clue as to why. No, she’d check the message later. Right now, she was working on a project for a company she hoped to impress enough that they hired her for more projects.
Things had started looking up with her new business, but she still had a long way to go. Tonight, she’d plug in for her other job and muddle through for a little longer. She missed the days when she’d enjoyed it and thought of it as a sexy part of her. Once Piper had thought she’d use all the skills she’d learned from her phone sex gig with her boyfriend. Unfortunately, it looked as if she might never have one.
I can’t get Irish and Turk out of my head. They’re the sexiest two men I’ve ever seen. Why do I still crave them when they acted so differently for no reason?
Because she was an idiot who couldn’t see what was right in front of her. They weren’t interested. They’d just been nice to her to get her to work for them. Well, she’d keep working for them if it paid the bills, but she wouldn’t expect anything more out of it.
I’m a fool if I think I can work with them and not get hurt. My only salvation will be when they let me work from home.
As much as she’d prefer that, Piper knew she’d be disappointed when that happened. She craved them after only spending a small amount of time with them. How she could have become so enamored of them in such a short time boggled her mind. It was if something tangible bound them together. All three of them.
She’d never felt anything this strong with any of her former lovers. They’d been passing fancies compared to the already strong emotions she didn’t want to explore concerning Irish and Turk. It worried her.
Finally, after having finished what she was working on, Piper listened to Turk’s message and sighed. She needed to call him back and see what he wanted. Had something happened to the pages she’d already fixed, or did he want her to work some more on the porn pages that had been such a mess?
She hit Return Call and waited for him to answer.
“Piper?”
“This is my number,” she snapped back before she could curb her ire.
“Right. Do you have time tonight or Sunday to help with a new project I want to work on? It’s for the bike page.”
“I can’t tonight but can Sunday for a few hours. What do you need?” she asked.
“I want to add a build-it page to the site. I’ll explain more when you get here. Basically, it’s like what you do when you go to an automobile site like Nissan or Dodge, where you pick out what you want on a bike and build it to your specifications then order it.”
Piper’s curiosity piqued, and she barely contained her excitement to be able to work on something that advanced. She could do it without a problem. Completing it would look amazing in her portfolio of sites she’d helped design.
“I can do that. Will Sunday morning be soon enough?”
Turk’s sigh said it wasn’t. “If that’s the soonest you can come, then it will be.”
“Hey, I’m out of town tomorrow. Remember?” Piper smiled.
“I remember. I wasn’t suggesting you throw that off to help with this. I know you’ll have a great time with the other women. Just a warning. They shop hard. Wear comfortable shoes.”
Piper laughed at his words. “I think I can keep up.”
“See you Sunday. Is nine too early?”
“No. I can make it by then. If I’m a little late, blame it on the others wearing me out Saturday.”
“Bye, Piper.”
“Bye.”
She grinned like a child anticipating ice cream. She was super excited about working on the page. It would be a huge boost in her experience. She grabbed one of her college textbooks and sat down to study the programming that would go behind it until it was time for her to log into her web page for work.
Several hours later, “Amber” answered her first call and talked one of her regulars into jacking off to completion. He promised to call her again soon before disconnecting. The second call went much the same way, but it was with a new client who needed more work to get him off. While it meant more money for her, it took more out of her getting him there.
The next caller chilled her blood.
“Amber. Did you miss me? I’ve missed you. I’ve been thinking of all the ways I’m going to hurt you when I get my hands on you.”
Her creepy phone stalker’s voice dripped venom. Piper wanted to hit End, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting him know how scared she was of him.
“You’re a cowering bastard with a small dick trying to make yourself feel big. It’s the only reason someone like you would do this. Penis envy?”
“Bitch! I’ll make you pay for your sour mouth. Better yet, I’ll fill it with my dick and choke you with it.”
“You get that tiny piece of shriveled meat anywhere near my mouth and I’ll bite it off and spit it in your face, asshole. I refuse to let you scare me. You only do this to make yourself feel big by harassing a woman. Did mommy treat you badly as a child?”
“Don’t talk about my mom. You’re a whore who needs to be taught a lesson. Whores lure men into cheating on their wives, and you’re the worst because you hide behind a screen you think no one can breach. I’ll find you, bitch, and make you
pay.”
To her surprise, the bastard hung up first. She laughed. She’d actually gotten to him, and besides that, he’d had to pay for the privilege of trying to scare her. She’d finally figured out how to get to him.
Why am I feeling so brave now? Why did it take me so long to finally lose it with the jerkwad?
Probably because she’d started feeling more like a woman and less like an asexual being after how Turk and Irish had treated her before they’d changed gears. Gone were her worthless feelings of inadequacy in that department. She had friends who she was going to spend time with tomorrow, and no one would take that from her.
Better yet, she would be working on a career altering a web page that could launch her career as well as spending time with two sexy, though confusing men on Sunday. Life was good. As long as you didn’t take it too seriously.
Chapter Eight
Sunday morning after a long day of activities the day before with the women came much too early for Piper. Her legs hurt, and she just wanted to relax in bed until noon. So not happening. She’d foolishly told the guys she’d be at their place by nine. She groaned and rolled out of bed to shower and dress.
They were right. I wasn’t expecting to spend all day on my feet shopping. They don’t stop.
In fact, the guys had to put their foot down at six that evening and call a halt to their grim determination to hit every store in the mall they’d gone to. Piper had never wanted to kiss another woman’s man like she’d wanted to kiss them.
It had been nearly ten when they’d finally made it back to town and they’d dropped her off at her apartment. Reese had carried her bags in and checked her place before he’d allowed her inside. It had been sweet, but totally unnecessary.
Maybe not with Mr. McCreeper looking for me. I’m not complaining.
Piper grabbed her purse, and after a quick check to be sure she had everything in it she might need, she grabbed her cell off the charger and locked up behind herself. The trip to The Ghost Rider’s clubhouse didn’t take nearly as long as she’d have liked. She still felt a little groggy despite the shower. Somehow she knew she’d need to be feeling her best to handle the two ruggedly handsome men she’d be working with in close quarters.
