Kiss Me Twice Part 1

by Lauren Hawkeye

  “Earrings?” Adele lifted one and held it up to the light. Just seeing her fingers on them made my cock pulse.

  “Well, they’re jewelry.” Taking the ring from her fingers, I stroked a finger down her cheek then handed it to Mal. “But they’re not for your ears.”

  “Oh.” Adele sucked in a breath, cast a desperate look at Mal, who was staring at the small piece of silver as though I’d handed him pirate gold.

  “Let us show you.” This time my use of the plural was deliberate. “Take off your shirt.”

  “I’m at work. Dorian.” A flicker of panic skittered over her face. With her past, it’s taken me a while to learn what means she’s really upset, and what is something she wants help moving past...

  The flush of her cheeks, the slight glazing of her eyes, the way her breath quickens?

  Oh yeah. Let’s do this.

  “Mal, if she doesn’t take her shirt off by the time I count to three, I want you to rip it down the front.” Layering my voice with that edge of command that she responded so well to the other night, I watched as she sucked in a breath. “Her shirt is coming off either way, but if she listens, then she won’t have to go back to work topless.”

  “Fuck.” Mal muttered, raked a hand through his hair, all the while keeping his eyes on Adele. I could sense the exact moment he gave in, letting loose with a guttural groan. “Do it, baby. Or I will.”

  “Oh my God.” Adele whispered, her eyes wide, her voice tinged with excitement. I knew where it was coming from.

  This little snug was just behind the counter of the shop. While no one could see in, if any of us were too loud, Mark—and probably some of the customers—would be able to hear every last, dirty detail of what we were about to do.

  Slowly, alternately staring at Mal and at me, she fisted her hands in the hem of her T-shirt, then pulled it up and over her head.

  “Very nice.” The bra she was wearing was one of my favorites, a deep stormy blue concoction of lace and silk that showed off the rosy tips of her nipples. Reaching forward, I pulled the garment down until her breasts popped out of the silky cups. The underwire pushed them together like an offering, the soft globes jiggling in a way that made Mal and I groan in unison.

  “God, that’s hot.” Mal stroked a hand over the plump swells.

  “It’s about to get even hotter.” Taking the second ring from the box, I passed it in front of Adele’s eyes.

  She sank her teeth into her lower lip, her spine arching. Naughty girl. She wanted this.

  “These rings go around your nipple, pet. They don’t hurt, they just keep you aware.” I grinned, reaching forward to stoke a finger over the tip of her right breast, savoring the way it puckered beneath my touch. Mal repeated the gesture on her left, and she gasped.

  “Mal and I are putting these on you together, right now. And you don’t take them off until I get home.” And with that I dipped my head, sucking one perfectly rosy tip into my mouth.

  “Ohmygod.” Adele’s fingers found my hair, tangled in it. When Mal bent to suck at her left breast, one hand moved to him, and our greedy girl arched into us, pushing her fantastic tits further into our mouths as we sucked, nipped, and rolled with our tongues.

  Once I’d gotten the tip nice and hard, I let her breast fall from my mouth. Mal trailed his tongue into the valley between her tits, tugging at the satin of her bra with his teeth.

  “Now.” Stroking her breast with one hand, I placed the loop on it with the other. The silver ringed her pink tip, nestled against the plump flesh of her breast below. She gasped as I settled it in place, and then again when I slowly, gently pinched it closed.

  “Your turn, Mal.” He’d watched me closely, and now repeated what I’d done. Within seconds her breasts were adorned, and Adele was panting and squirming against the door.

  “You cannot seriously expect me to wear this until you get back.” Her hands cupped her own breasts, and her thumbs strummed over them, making her own body jerk. “I can’t. I’ll... I’ll be...”

  “You’ll be thinking about me. You both will, because you won’t have sex until I come back.”

  “What?” Both Mal and Adele exclaimed in unison, but I noticed that neither protested. It gave me quite a rush to the head, and by head, I meant the one in my pants.

  “You heard me.” Busying myself with the button on Adele’s jeans, I freed it, then yanked the zipper down. Without warning, I thrust my hand into her panties, finding her hot and soaked. “And don’t bother protesting, pet. You like the idea.”

  “I don’t know about this.” Mal eyed me narrowly, but his gaze was dragged right back to where I was sliding a finger inside of Adele’s slick channel. She pushed into me, and heat flooded my palm.

  “You don’t have a choice.” Grinning, I used my free hand to work Adele’s snug jeans down past her hips. When her ass and thighs are bared, I urged her to the small table in the room, bending her over it.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Adele.” My gaze strayed to Mal, who had a boner so big I was a little concerned for him. What I found I wanted to do was order him to fist it for me, to watch the way his hand stroked over the length, but after the other night, I knew that he needed a bit of time.

  And that was okay. I was nothing if not creative.

  “Maybe I want to fuck her.” This was a challenge, and I’d expected nothing less.

  “We both will.” Without elaborating, I slid my hand down Adele’s back, dipping briefly into the crease before removing my hand.

  “Will one of you stop talking about it and just do it already?” Adele moaned with frustration, and both Mal and I laughed.

  “Oh, you’re going to get it.” I unzipped my own jeans and shoved them down. Taking the base of my cock in my hand, I traced it over the drenched lips of her sex. “You’re to get it nice and hard while you suck Mal off. And do it right. If I come before he does, you’re going to get spanked.”

  “Holy shit.” Adele’s curse turned into a cry as I pressed the head of my cock to her entrance and shoved in hard, hilting myself in one thrust.

  “Ssh.” Mal looked me in the eye defiantly... then undid his own jeans. “Do you need help being quiet?”

  “Yes. Yes, please.” Our naughty little minx licked her lips eagerly, and when Mal slid the head of his cock past her lips, she hummed with satisfaction.

  “Good girl.” My fingers found her hips, and I dug them in hard as I set a brutal pace. “Make him come. Make him come fast.”

  She groaned around him, seeming to take the challenge to heart. She began to suck hard, her cheeks hollowing. Mal uttered an oath and threaded his fingers through her hair, and I could see him visibly trying to refrain from thrusting his hips forward into her face.

  I set a hard pace, and we quickly found that rhythm that we so often did. My world narrowed to just the three of us as I let myself go, claiming my woman, who was claiming her man. The pleasure built quickly as I slammed my hips forward again and again—it wasn’t enough, could never be enough. The force of our movements shoved the table forward an inch, causing Adele to take more of Mal in her mouth, and combined with the sounds of suction and of slapping flesh, I was done for.

  I spilled my heat inside of her with an excruciating moan. One clench, two, three, and then I bent until my sweaty brow rested against the skin of her back.

  “I guess... someone... is getting a spanking.” With visible effort, Mal pulled his throbbing cock out of Adele’s mouth. As if in revenge, he caught her ringed nipples in between thumb and forefinger and rolled, making her writhe against the table.

  “No.” Pulling reluctantly from her wet heat, I pulled my pants up to my hips, gesturing with my head. “Not today. I’ve marked her. Now it’s your turn.”

  I watched as Mal’s eyes darkened. I may not have been grabbing him for a kiss, but I was still pushing.

  This was an unspoken boundary we’d had since we’d stopped using condoms—if one of us had come inside of her, the other didn’t f
ollow.

  I braced myself, my eyes on his, waiting for his protest. But whether he was caught up in the heat of the moment, or whether he’d just gotten over his shit... I didn’t care, because he did what I said.

  “I can’t... please. Please.” When Mal took my place, positioning himself behind our girl, I checked on her expression, was pleased to see her drifting into that place I tried so hard to take her to. She emitted a breathy moan when he pressed into her, and I felt my own newly spent cock surge to half mast.

  It was so deliciously filthy, knowing that Mal’s passage into Adele’s body was eased by my own release. It was intimate, raw, maybe even more so than the kiss had been.

  And when I circled around to the front of the table, and watched as Mal, too, sank into the moment, I felt my heart stutter a bit in my chest.

  No matter what happened with the band... this, right here, was what was important.

  “This isn’t going to take me long.” Mal ground his teeth together and tried to reach for Adele’s clit, but it was level with the table’s edge and he couldn’t reach.

  Bending at the waist, I cupped her breasts in my hands, then brushed a soft kiss over the top of her head.

  “Time to fly, baby.” And then I began to toy with the tips that were flushed a delicious shade of pink from the rings.

  She jerked beneath my fingers, a quiet cry issuing from her lips, and I stilled.

  “Not a sound, or I stop.” Rolling the tips between my fingers, I savoured her whimpers as she buried her face against her forearm in an attempt to keep quiet.

  I worked her nipples without mercy, drawing her higher and higher. Adele was always extremely aroused by breast play, but with the rings heightening her awareness, I thought I might be able to make her come from that alone.

  “Dorian.” She arched forward as best she could, into my hands. “Mal.”

  I watched, transfixed, as she bowed back, shuddering with her own release, meeting Mal as he buried himself inside of her with a wrenching groan. Her wide eyes met my own, and Mal looked at me too, and something clicked into place.

  The tremors turned to silence, a perfect one broken only by the labored breath of the three of us.

  This, I thought. I wanted to leave them like this.

  Reluctantly, I fastened my jeans, then, cupping Adele’s chin in my hand, gave her a gentle kiss. I wanted to tell her I loved her then; it was on the tip of my tongue.

  But what if I said it to Mal, too?

  I didn’t know how he would respond, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So I tidied myself up, then winked at them both, who were looking more than a little dazed.

  “You can use your hands, your mouth, your toys, whatever while I’m gone.” I made sure that my voice let them know that I meant it. “But Mal isn’t allowed inside of you until I’m back... until we can both claim you the way we just did.”

  Neither of them protested this time, and I knew why.

  This? Actual sex?

  This was for when we were all together.

  Closing the distance to the door, I looked over my shoulder before leaving.

  “And those rings stay on. Every time you think about them, every time you feel them, you think about how good it will feel when we’re all together again.”

  The smells of cinnamon and melting chocolate greeted me as I pushed through the door, careful to close it before anyone gets an eyeful. No one looks at me funny as I leave, so I doubt anyone heard us... but then, I don’t really care if they did.

  Things between the three of us felt right. Perfectly right.

  And so of course that made me wonder, as I avoided the giggling college girls and headed straight out the front door for the van, if everything was about to turn into a big pile of steaming shit.

  The guys and Mercedes were leaning against the van, various degrees of impatience etched on their faces. I ignore it, opening my arms wide. “Tour stop number one, here we come!”

  The guys all muttered, their enthusiasm clearly having waned while I was taking care of business. I grinned at them all, ignoring the sense of impending doom and riding my high.

  Nothing’s going to ruin this moment.

  “Dude.” Wyatt cranes his neck around from the driver’s seat, a scowl on his face.

  “Where’s my white mocha?”

  Ugh.

  Chapter Six

  ADELE

  My ringtone—one of Dorian’s songs—jolted me out of a sound sleep. Groggily I opened my eyes, registered the watery morning light that meant it was still very, very early.

  “Uh.” Flopping over, I squinted at the clock—four am.

  “Adele?” Blinking like an owl, Mal propped himself up on his elbows next to me. “What is it?”

  That shaky adrenaline sensation that I always got when I was startled awake from a deep sleep made my hands tremble as I groped for my phone.

  “Meredith Huffman?” I read the caller display, frowning. “I don’t know who that is.”

  I was tempted to ignore it, as I so often did. But instead I found myself compelled to accept the call.

  “Hello?”

  “I’m looking for Adele Kavanaugh?” The voice on the other end of the line had a deep southern twang, and it’s not one I recognize.

  “Who’s calling?” I flinched internally as my mind started to turn over possibilities, and a hint of temper licked out.

  It didn’t happen often, but once in a while a member of the press would come across my story and ask to talk about it.

  Yeah. Not interested. And if this was a reporter, calling at a strange hour hoping to catch me off guard, I’d be hard pressed to ignore my inner cray-cray.

  “This is Felicity Huffman. I... my daughter is Megan Reynolds.” Her voice wobbled, telling me more than her words. “I need to let you know that she won’t be in to work for a while.”

  “Oh my God!” Sitting bolting upright in bed, I felt clammy sweat start to break out over my forehead.

  “What is it?” Mal was instantly on alert, sliding his glasses onto his nose so he could focus on me.

  Holding up a hand for him to wait, I tried to focus on what the last on the other end of the phone was saying. I caught a lot of words like “attack”, “night”, “apartment” and “ex”. The words were caught up in a maelstrom in my mind, spinning and spinning until I finally understood what was going on.

  “Dave? Her ex? He hurt her?” Beside me, Mal hissed in a breath; I ignored him as a deathly chill crept into my limbs.

  On the other line, Felicity went silent, though I could still hear her tear-roughened breath.

  “You knew?” She finally cried, her tone accusatory. “You knew and didn’t do anything? He tried to rape her. He tried to rape my baby girl, and he beat the shit out of her. And you didn’t do anything?”

  “I—” I feel as though Meg’s mother shot a bullet into my brain. I felt my strength start to slowly trickle away as the word rape circled around in my brain.

  “You should be ashamed of yourself.” Deep down, I knew that Felicity was lashing out because she needed someone to blame, but knowing that didn’t make the fact that it was me any easier. And I knew she was right.

  I should have pressed Meg harder to come stay with me. I should have done... something. Damn it, I knew first hand that these things didn’t always happen to other people.

  “I tried—” The sudden silence on the other end of the line told me that she’d hung up, leaving me feeling like the walking dead.

  “What? Adele.” Mal pulled me into his lap, holding my cheeks in both hands, trying to get my attention. “What’s wrong? Adele!”

  My lips were numb. “Meg—Meg is in the hospital.” I stumbled as I tried to repeat what I’d heard on the phone. “She—her ex beat her and...”

  I couldn’t get it all out. I knew this wasn’t about me, had little to do with me, but it still brought my own past back, slamming into me with a blow that took me to the ground.

  “Baby.”
Pulling me tightly against him, Mal started to rock me, like I was a baby. I could feel the tenseness in his own frame, and knew that the shock was spreading to him too.

  He’d always blamed himself for what had happened to me, just like Meg’s mom was blaming me. And suddenly the weight of that threatened to suffocate me.

  “No.” Pushing, I scrambled off of his lap, and across the bed on all fours.

  “What are you doing?” Mal reached for me as I escaped the confines of the covers. I slid off the bed and reached for the jeans I’d left there the night before. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “To the hospital. Then to the shop.” Covering Meg’s shift would mean pulling a double that day, but what else could I do? I needed action, needed to feel like I was in some way compensating for not trying hard enough to protect my friend.

  “I’m coming with you.” Mal rubbed his hands over his eyes, then slid out of bed himself. “If her ex is running around, there’s nothing to say he won’t come by the shop.”

  Normally this thought would terrify me, but I was feeling more than a bit wild. “He’ll be sorry if he does.”

  Mal stopped in the process of hiking his jeans up his legs, and stared at me. “What does that mean, Adele?”

  I knew what he was asking—are you okay?

  I was so not okay. But staying her and crying over Meg weren’t going to do anything about it.

  “It means I’m angry enough to take him on.” I didn’t recognize my own voice, it sounded so cold and bitter. And a dark part of me thrilled to it.

  I wanted this rage. It was so much easier than pain.

  “You’re not going.” Closing the distance between us in two strides, Mal cupped my elbows and lifted me right off my feet. “Not if I can’t trust your judgement.”

  “Excuse me?” I went deathly still, sure that I hadn’t heard him correctly. “What the fuck does that mean?”

  Mal cursed, and gave me the tiniest of shakes. “It means that you’re not going anywhere while you’re angry and upset. What if this guy does come to the shop, Adele? What then? Are you going to yell him to death? Hit him with a coffee pot?”