by Bianca D’Arc
“Leave it to you, bud, to always do your homework.”
Becky loved the feel of what they were doing to her. Both of them were licking her breasts, now, one on each side. It was something out of her deepest fantasies. Her bra popped open—one of them had been reaching around her back for the catch, and then, the fabric fell to the floor, almost unnoticed as they replaced the supporting underwire with their hands.
But, soon, that wasn’t enough. She was greedy, she discovered. She wanted more. Luckily, it felt like they did, too.
Jay’s hands reached for her pants, and Zack helped tug them down after Jay unfastened them. Zack’s fingers zeroed in on her pussy, right through her damp underwear. She gave only a fleeting thought to embarrassment over how wet she was in anticipation, then dismissed it as trivial. The men seemed to like it, and she didn’t mind that they knew how much this was turning her on. That was the point, after all.
Zack’s fingers slid under the elastic on one leg of her panties and slid around and down, reaching the spot that most wanted his attentions. He toyed with her eager clit only momentarily before delving deep into her slick folds, seeking the hollow there that wanted so desperately to be filled. He found what he was looking for and, without further ado, slid inside, making her squirm with desire. Damn. That felt good.
He added a second finger, stretching her. It had been a while since she’d been with a man, but she was eager to give both Jay and Zach a try. She’d fantasized about each of them, and the idea that she could only have one of them had hurt until she’d taken the chance and reached out…discovering she really could have both.
Jay’s fingers brought her out of her reverie. He had infiltrated her undies from the other side and was using the moisture that was coming from her to lubricate her back entrance. Then, he pushed in when she wasn’t expecting it—just a little—but she still yelped in surprise.
Then, it started to feel good. Unexpected. New sensations making her wonder what she’d been missing all this time. She’d never let anyone have her back there, and she wasn’t entirely sure how it would work, but with these two men…she was willing to at least entertain the idea. Especially if the sensations Jay was causing were any indication. It felt different but incredibly stimulating.
Perhaps, it was the forbidden naughtiness of it that sparked her interest. Or, perhaps, it was the idea that if she could take them both at the same time… She gasped and found it hard to catch her breath even at the idea of it.
But not now. Not when she still had to go to work tonight. If she ever did let them take her that way, she was damned well going to be able to spend hours enjoying the process. For that kind of thing, a quickie wouldn’t do.
Plus, she was feeling a rather urgent need to get fucked. It had been too long. She’d been lusting after these men for a long time, and now that she had them where she wanted them, she wasn’t going to be patient much longer.
She squirmed away from their touch and took a step back. They let her go, concern clear on both of their faces, but she couldn’t speak. She’d have to show them what she wanted.
Feeling bold, as only they could make her, she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Zack smiled that devilish smile at her that said he understood perfectly what she wanted. It wasn’t until she lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide that Jay seemed to catch on, though she did find the stunned look on his face adorable.
Zack came to her first, taking advantage of his friend’s slow comprehension to kneel between her splayed legs. He was making moves to slide into her when Jay’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. Then, Jay’s hand lowered between them and she saw he was holding a foil packet, shaking it from side to side, reminding them. Thank goodness for Jay.
She didn’t believe she had anything to worry about with these men in the way of health risks, but she wasn’t on the pill, and she didn’t really want to get pregnant, right now. Not unless and until she had a lifetime commitment from a man—or two men, she dared to think to herself—did she want to bring a child into this world. Not by accident. And not because she was too horny to stop and think. If they continued this relationship, she’d do something else, but for now, condoms were the way to go.
Zack took the packet and sheathed himself quickly. The mood had only dipped slightly, but Zack hesitated enough to make her want to hurry him along. It was Jay who stopped her, coming down on the bed above her head. She met his gaze as he lifted her hands upward, taking both of her wrists in one of his hands, and held them away. Not tightly, but just giving her enough indication that he wanted her not to interfere in what came next.
The illusion of being bound kicked her excitement level back into high gear. Damn. Just when she thought this couldn’t get much hotter.
“Let us do this,” Jay whispered to her, lowering his head to speak near her ear. He then placed kisses around her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth for a moment while she gasped at the sensations.
Zack was doing something below, as well, but she couldn’t focus. Too much stimulation as Jay worked his way over toward her mouth. He placed little nipping kisses on her lips, then took it deeper. His tongue stabbed into her mouth at the exact moment Zack’s hard cock plunged into her hot core.
She nearly came off the bed at the double invasion that felt so sublime. Zack stilled as Jay’s lips drew away. Both of them were looking at her, waiting, observing. Her passion rose, again, as she realized she was the center of their attention, and although they possessed her body, she ruled the action.
“Fuck me, Zack. Fuck me hard,” she whispered, wanting to let him know she was participating fully in this adventure. The rough words were torn from her throat, and they seemed to ignite a fire in Zack’s midnight blue eyes.
He began to move, taking her with rough, hard strokes. Her passion rose as her body started to sing with pleasure. He felt so good. So hard and hot and just perfect for her.
Then, Jay’s free hand began to stroke her skin. Her shoulders, her chest. Her breasts. Her stomach, and farther down. When he inserted one finger into the curls over her pussy, she came. Simple as that. She was coming down off the climax when she felt Zack stiffen within her body as he came. The look on his face was one she’d remember forever. His handsome face tightened with bliss as his hands gripped her hips and he pulsed within her.
Damn. Her own passions were rising, again. But Zack was spent. At least for the moment. Handy thing to have Jay ready and waiting. When had she become so insatiable? She couldn’t ever remember being this horny before in her life.
Zack moved away, and Jay took his place. He didn’t wait, he just filled her empty pussy with his hard, sheathed cock. He’d already had the condom on, her man who was always prepared. She should give him a merit badge—or maybe a blow job—in thanks.
His cock felt different than Zack’s. Thicker. A little curvier. Just what she needed, right this moment, to make her come hard.
Zack lay to one side on the big bed, watching them, while Jay began to move inside her. She was so primed, she almost came at once, but Jay coaxed her to wait. He sped up and slowed down, based on how close she was to coming. He seemed able to read her body in a way no man had ever bothered to even try before. Her handsome engineer. He was learning her. Tinkering with her like he tinkered with his gadgets and gizmos, figuring out how to get the most out of her while she was in his hands.
And she gave him all she had. When she finally came, he was with her, both exploding simultaneously in a blast that nearly took off the top of her head. Zack had recovered enough to stroke her hair while Jay came hard, his body rigid above her. He was sitting on his haunches, her thighs draped over his, her pussy exposed as he watched the slide of his dick into her warm hole.
Zack watched, too, seemingly entranced by the sight. Damn. Her tremors of pleasure went on and on as she watched Zack watching her. She had their full attention, now, and she was loving every moment of it.
Chapter Nine
Bec
ky went to work later that night after having a long, hot soak in Zack’s attached bath. The house was set up so that each bedroom had its own attached bathroom, and of the two men, Zack was definitely the neater of the two, though they were both neat by most standards. Neither was a slob. They both had learned to keep things clean and orderly in the military, after all.
It’s just that Jay tended to have wires, tools and the guts of electronic things all over the place. It wasn’t dirty. It was just a bit cluttered with Jay’s ongoing experiments.
Everything was automated, though. He’d showed her some of it after she’d gotten ready for work, giving her the tour of the house they’d skipped earlier. He seemed to want to show off the way he’d set up his own space with voice recognition, so he could control music, lights, temperature and a number of other things with simple voice commands. Zack watched indulgently from the doorway while Jay showed off his techno bedroom.
After the tour, she had only a few minutes left to get to work. Zack drove her to the restaurant and stayed for dinner, keeping an eye on her at all times. It made her feel a lot safer to have him around, and they’d already explained that Jay would trade off with him in a couple of hours. They didn’t plan on leaving her alone at the restaurant—or anywhere else, for that matter—until the threat to her safety had been dealt with once and for all.
Becky made an exception and let Zack eat in her office. It wasn’t quite standard, but nobody said anything, knowing she’d been attacked the night before. Plus, her staff respected her, and most of them asked how she was or otherwise voiced their concern over her welfare.
It was touching, really. She’d thought she was just the boss lady. She hadn’t tried to deliberately cultivate friendships among the wait staff. Most of them were newer employees—there was a lot of turnover in that kind of job—though there were a few long-term folks who’d been with her since she started at the restaurant.
Becky ate with Zack, since she hadn’t had time to eat before coming in to work. It was all his fault, really. His and Jay’s. But she didn’t mind, and the staff seemed to be indulging her after the ordeal last night. Normally, she might sample some of the dishes or have a snack about mid-way through the night, but she didn’t make a habit of having dinner at the restaurant every night. That, Mr. Renvil had told her, would set a bad precedent for the rest of the staff.
She didn’t really agree, but he was the owner. Her philosophy was a bit more…generous. She also thought that waitstaff who knew what everything tasted like was more likely to be more responsive to their customers. The food in the restaurant was top notch, and she made it a point to ask the chef to prepare a sampler plate for the staff to try anything new he added to the menu, so they could do their jobs better. He’d agreed, and neither one of them felt the need to tell Mr. Renvil. They weren’t serving full meals to any of the staff. Just giving them a taste so they knew what they were selling to the customers.
Standard procedure, she told herself, in all the best restaurants. And this place was steadily climbing in the rankings. She had turned it around when she’d taken the reins and had been working steadily toward the goal of making it the best she possibly could.
“This fish is seasoned really well,” Zack told her as they ate together across her desk.
Becky had cleared one end of the wide, wooden expanse and had laid their dishes on opposite sides. Almost as if they were sitting at a real table, out front, only a lot more private.
“Chef does magic with fish,” she agreed. “But this chicken isn’t bad either,” she pointed out, gesturing toward her own plate. “He’s kind of a genius. I dare not tell him, though, because he’s also a bit of an ass.”
Zack chuckled as they continued eating. “I’m always surprised a chef of his caliber doesn’t go out on his own. He could really make a name for himself with his own place.”
“Too lazy,” Becky offered. “He works like a madman in the kitchen, but any hint of the business side of things, and his eyes glaze over in boredom. He’s content to let Renvil—and therefore, me—take care of the business side of things while he just has to run his own domain. I would say he lacked ambition, but that’s not exactly the right way to describe it. He just doesn’t want to sully his artistic hands with icky business concerns.”
“Somewhat shortsighted, wouldn’t you say?” Zack’s expression was speculative.
Becky nodded slowly. “Yeah, but I’ve met people like him before in this business. They want to create masterpieces in the kitchen but don’t have a head for the business side. Granted, a lot of them found people like me to run the business end of things, but some are like our chef…content to work for someone else.”
“Jay is overseeing the repair crew at your place,” Zack told her out of the blue when the silence had dragged on a bit. “It won’t be fit for you tonight, but he’s going to make sure it’s secure. The broken doors and locks have already been replaced.”
“How do you know? Did he call?” She didn’t think Jay had been in touch since Becky and Zack had arrived here, but maybe he’d called in the three minutes she’d been in the lavatory.
“Uh…yeah.” Why did Zack seem cagey all of a sudden? “Anyway, the crew is working hard, and things are coming along, but there was a lot of damage. You don’t mind staying with us for a bit longer, do you?”
She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she thought about exactly how much she didn’t mind being with them. As far as she was concerned, she’d stay as long as they’d let her.
“It’s no problem. As long as you guys don’t mind,” she said, ducking her head and sipping her coffee.
Zack reached out and tipped her head up, using gentle pressure on the one finger he’d put under her chin. Their eyes met, and she went breathless. Zack had a look on his face she’d come to recognize during their encounters. Just that look made her hot.
“I count it a pleasure and an honor to have you stay with us,” he told her, his gaze going serious. “Truly.”
When she would have leaned closer, wanting his kiss, the phone on her desk shrilled, breaking the moment. She wasn’t sure whether to curse or be thankful. She loved his kisses, but she was at work. She’d already taken more time away from her duties than she’d ever done before, to eat dinner with him. She really should be working, right now, and the phone was a direct reminder.
She scooted her desk chair back a bit and over to the other side of her desk, where the phone had been pushed. She picked it up and spent the next few minutes talking to one of their distributors. Duty called.
Jay arrived at the restaurant about mid-way through the night. It wasn’t too crowded, so he ate a late dinner out front, after Zack left and with Becky’s promise that she wouldn’t go into the back without checking with Jay first. He wanted to keep her in sight at all times. He ate quickly then claimed a spot at the end of the bar, with a good view of the entire room. Becky was nearby, doing her thing and starting preliminary work on the night’s receipts.
It was a task he’d become familiar with over the past weeks. He’d often watched her while she was busy at work. He loved the way she bit her lip when adding up columns of numbers. It was cute, and it made him want to kiss those lips himself.
Jay had overseen the repair work on Becky’s house earlier in the evening. He’d pulled strings and paid extra to get a crew to work late, but it had been worth it. They’d be back to add some finishing touches, but the bulk of the work of securing the house had been accomplished. Jay had worked alongside them, doing the electronic stuff he enjoyed, installing remote monitoring of her home and lots of sensors that would alert him if so much as a mouse moved in that structure.
He’d come back to the restaurant after seeing the construction crew off with a hefty tip and switched places with Zack. It was his partner’s turn to do some legwork, interfacing with a friend they had in the local police department to get information on Salvatore’s operation that wasn’t readily available outside law enforcement circles.
Technically, because they were military, they didn’t have any right to operate within the borders of the country. Not without an act of Congress. But this was unofficial business. They were private citizens, albeit highly trained private citizens, trying their best to protect the woman they loved. They had enough friends on the police force—men they’d trained with or worked with in the past—that they were able to get information on the rare occasions they needed it.
Zack was best at talking to those guys. He had an easier manner that smoothed things over. If Jay had tried to tackle that aspect of this op, he’d have been too intense, and that probably would have triggered a bit too much interest on the part of local law enforcement. Zack could ask questions in a much more casual way and get the information they needed. He also had a gift for reassuring people that he would call them at the first sign of trouble when everybody knew they wouldn’t. Somehow, people believed Zack when he lied to their faces—or maybe they were just more willing to go along with his easygoing manner.
Whatever it was, it made Zack the man for that part of the op. Jay was just as glad. He wanted a peaceful few hours watching his lover do her thing. He was always vigilant. It was just his way after all the years doing what he did for a living. But he was able to sit and enjoy being around Becky, watching her walk, listening to her soft voice as she talked to people in the restaurant, and still keep watch. It was relaxing. At least to him.
As it turned out, nothing much happened worth noting until after the last customer had left and all of the wait staff had cleared out. Only the kitchen still had workers inside, cleaning and putting things away in preparation for the next day. None of the kitchen staff came out front when Salvatore’s goons pushed their way in as the last waiter left through the front door.
