Shared & Protected

by J P Books

  “Oh god, yes,” I pant immediately. I’m so close, I can feel the pressure building inside. “Oh god, Leo, I want to come.”

  “Yeah, baby, I want you to come. I need you to come. I’m so close, come for me, baby.”

  I’m crying out with every thrust, begging incoherently. My body answers and I feel the rush collecting and then exploding through me in pulse after pulse of orgasm. My arms give out and I’m grateful Leo has hold of my hips.

  He continues to pump into me as he builds up to his own release, letting out a loud moan and digging his fingers deep into my sides as he finally lets himself go.

  Panting, we both collapse on the bed beside Oliver. Leo gives a gasping sort of chuckle. His mood catches me, and I giggle a little bit with him. Oliver snorts, which set Leo and me off completely. Within seconds, the three of us are laughing uncontrollably and gasping for breath.

  As quickly as it started though, our hysteria takes on a more depressing note, as we all realize this incredible connection is about to end. Leo rolls over and wraps his arms and legs around me as if he doesn’t want to ever let me go.

  I scooch us both closer to Oliver so that my head is snuggled into his neck, and my legs are draped over his. He takes my hand in his.

  Like this, we spend our last night together, holding on as tightly as we can.

  EPILOGUE

  Leo

  I have never been so reluctant to pack in my life. I know Constantin sent us on this vacation to get away and have fun, but I don’t think he could ever imagine how much we would want to take this fun back home with us.

  I don’t think I realize it either until now. There’s something about Janice that makes me need to see her again, even though she has just left the room moments ago.

  Two days. That’s all we have had. I’m sure it’s just the romantic nature of cruises and the Caribbean, but two days feels way too short to me now that it’s almost over.

  I wish we had found her and talked to her on the very first day of the cruise. That way we would have had 5 nights with her. Even that probably wouldn’t have been enough.

  I’m being gloomy, which is not normally in my nature, but I can’t help it. I don’t want the cruise to end. I don’t want Janice to leave and I don’t want to go back to my life without her.

  I look up at Oliver, to see what he’s doing. He looks just as brooding as I am.

  “I’m going to miss her,” I say. He looks up and nods slowly.

  “Me too.”

  *****

  Janice

  The tears are heating up behind my eyes as I’m packing up my room, thinking about going back home.

  This time, the tears aren’t for Peter. They are for the two, incredible men I had met just two days earlier.

  The two men I’m going to leave and never see again.

  The two men who have made me feel more alive, and special and beautiful than Peter ever had in over two years.

  I don’t know how I could have gotten so attached to them so quickly, but my life back home all of a sudden seems like a tragic pit of stress, anxiety, and heartache.

  I can’t go back to my job. I have no friends left, aside from Alicia. I love my apartment, but it’s so expensive for just me and it’s full of memories of Peter. Memories that have lost all of their shine and glitter, after this vacation from reality.

  I don’t want to go back.

  The tears start to trickle down my cheeks and I let them, somehow feeling like the pain of this parting is so much more worthy of my grief than the pain I felt when Peter cheated.

  Even though I have been shy at first, at how unconventional this threesome is, I can see now that there’s more mutual respect between the three of us than there had been in any of my previous “traditional” relationships.

  How could I ever go back to normal, knowing that Leo and Oliver are out there in the world somewhere?

  *****

  Leo

  We meet Janice at the café, with all our luggage in hand, ready to disembark. Oliver is his usual, taciturn self, and I do my best to hide my depression. I have a feeling she’s doing the same since she seems to be forcefully cheerful.

  “Hi gorgeous,” I say, giving her what I hope is my most charming smile and I move closer in for a kiss. I can feel a few people watching us with curiosity and I pull Janice closer, enjoying the attention a little PDA always captures.

  When I pull back she’s smiling but looks a little sad.

  “I’m going to miss that,” she says, echoing my thoughts exactly.

  She goes over to Oliver and plants a more discreet kiss on his cheek, conscious of the onlookers. He gives her a hug that, to the casual observer was no more than a friend saying hello or goodbye. But I see the slight thrust of his pelvis as he holds her close and I notice the tension in her gorgeous ass as she answers his pressure with her own.

  “And that,” she says, grinning at him.

  Even Oliver’s reserve cracks, as he smiles back at her, obviously going to miss her just as much as I am.

  A ringing sound breaks through our tri-directional moment and Oliver pulls his phone out of his pocket. The real world is already starting to intrude on our fantasy and another wave of sadness rushes through me.

  “It’s Constantin,” he says and walks a little bit away to take the call.

  I put my arm out to invite Janice in for a bit of a cuddle. She feels right in my arms, and I don’t want to let go. She wraps her arms around me and I’m sure she feels the same.

  We don’t talk – there isn’t much to say. But we just stand there, as Oliver begins our slow return to reality. When he comes back he has an odd look on his face, that even Janice notices.

  “Is everything ok?” she asks.

  “It is, yes. Maybe…better than ok. That was Constantin, the investor we mentioned over dinner the other night. He wanted to tell me that he’s just bought a new restaurant which he wants us to manage.” He looks at me. I’m surprised, but still not quite sure why he looks so strange. Constantin has mentioned that he was looking around before we left on the cruise, we had agreed already. What has Oliver yet say?

  “It’s not going to be part of our family of French fine dining.” His eyes meet mine. “It’s a lounge. He wants us to find a lounge singer. He said, and I quote, ‘When you find her, make sure you tell her money is no object. I want the right woman for the job, and I know you both will take good care of her.”

  My mouth falls open and my heart does a strange little double-beat leap.

  Oliver’s eyes move to meet Janice’s, with a questioning look. My eyes dart to her face, immediately grasping the full potential.

  Her cheeks are starting to flush and I can see she holds her breath, imagining the possibilities.

  She opens her mouth as if she wants to ask something but then changes her mind and instead, a wide smile spreads across her face.

  And suddenly the three of us know that our little fantasy has its place in a real life too.

  THE END

  First Time Menage

  CHAPTER 1

  Riley

  It’s the air that finally convinced me I was actually on vacation. The air in Cancun is so humid that it’s heavy and your skin feels moist at all times. Not sweaty moist, necessarily, but like the air itself is collecting on your skin.

  I’m definitely not about to complain though. Celeste and I are in Cancun.

  We’re in Cancun!!!

  It’s been a lifetime since either of us has taken a vacation. Turns out real life as an adult is busy. And expensive.

  But we both finally secured our permanent teaching jobs this year which means steady paycheck and guaranteed time off. I have never been so happy to be a teacher as I am right at this moment.

  “Oh my goodness, Celeste, check this place out!” I call my friend as I admire the vista from our room. Our hotel is gorgeous. I mean, I know we’re in one of the most famous tourist resort
cities in the world, but it really does look like I’m standing in the middle of a magazine right now.

  You can see one of the pools from our window, and that pool is directly in front of the beach and a big, glorious blue ocean. It’s unbelievable. There are little cabanas everywhere, tables with umbrellas, swim up bars…what more could two single ladies on vacation want?

  “Do you think there’ll be any sexy men, here?” Celeste quickly picks out the one other thing that we’re both hoping to find on vacation.

  Ok, it’s not like we’re super promiscuous girls or anything like that, but we’re on vacation! We want to do at least a little flirting while we’re here.

  “God, I hope so,” I answer. “Shall we go see?”

  “Yes!” she cheers with me, and we burst into a fit of near hysterical giggles.

  Grabbing our sun hats, the two of us find our way out of the hotel and decide to explore the area around us to see what fun we can get into.

  As we head down the “Hotel Zone” promenade, it’s very clear why Cancun is such a popular destination. It’s so busy! And fully stocked with things like massive shopping centers, aquariums, museums and, of course, plenty of bars and beaches.

  Everywhere you look there are bars and beaches.

  We made frequent stops to check out both. There seem to be two specific drinks of choice available here: Cerveza (in the form of Corona, not surprisingly) and Margaritas.

  We’re both about 3 Margaritas in and I can see the ocean from 3 directions instead of 2, which means we’ve reached the end of the promenade.

  There’s a sweet little Mexican restaurant right on the water. My stomach growls loudly as soon as I smell the smoky spices. I think it’s time to eat.

  “Hungry?” I ask Celeste, knowing that she’s always hungry. It’s a running joke between us. She’s as tiny as can be and I just can’t figure out where it all goes but that girl can eat! It evens out though because I can drink her under the table.

  We’re quite the duo.

  “Starving!” she answers predictably, so we go in and grab a table outside.

  I’m kind of hoping that a bachelor party or something will roll up, but sadly, we’re surrounded by couples and families through the entire meal.

  It’s just after 7, so I figure we can probably catch the sunset back at our hotel and maybe make some new friends there. It would be convenient.

  Celeste doesn’t argue. “Google Maps is showing that we can take a different direction back to the hotel – through some golf courses and stuff. Wanna give it a go?” she asks.

  “Sure!” I’m down for anything at this point, so why not? It’s pretty much impossible to not be surrounded by breathtaking beauty here so I don’t think we can go wrong.

  An hour later, I’m beginning to wonder though. We have yet to come across a golf course and I’m starting to see a lot more locals than tourists.

  “Um…Celeste. Do you know where we are?”

  “I was just thinking that myself. My maps app stopped directing me a while back, but I was sure there was only one turn. I don’t know how we could have gone wrong. There was supposed to be only one way to go!” she looks equal parts guilty and frightened.

  “It’s cool, don’t worry. I’m sure we’re not far.” I try to make her relax. We’re on vacation. In Mexico. The motto is “chill out” here. “I’ll just go ask someone.”

  There’s a guy standing in front of a little store who looks local enough to know where we are and hopefully he’ll be able to direct us.

  My Spanish is no bueno, unfortunately, and it turns out that his English is no better. I’m gesturing and repeating words and probably looking like a fool, but he just keeps looking back at me blankly. I shoot daggers out of my eyes in frustration and finally, Celeste gets brave enough to show him the maps app on her phone.

  He points to where we are.

  Not where we’re supposed to be.

  We are hopelessly lost not just in Cancun but in translation too!

  It’ll be easier to just turn around and backtrack, so that’s what we do.

  “We’ll just walk back the way we came, I’m sure we’ll recognize things when we get there. And we’ll find another bar along the way to keep us hydrated,” I laugh. “It’s not like we have anything else to do – we’re on vacation! Just think of it like we’re walking off all the calories we’re drinking,” I grin widely at Celeste.

  She’s still looking kind of worried, but I think that’s just Celeste. I’m not worried. I’m looking forward to the next Margarita.

  While I chatter away about nothing in particular, I watch her look over her shoulder every two seconds.

  “What are you looking at!?” I ask her in my most exasperated voice possible.

  “Shhh!” she whispers, surprising me. “Don’t look now, but I think that guy’s following us.”

  Of course, I crane my head around to look behind me instantly.

  Sure enough, he’s about two storefronts away from us. He’s not even trying to look like he’s not following us.

  “What the hell?” I say loudly. “He’s not even trying to be sneaky. He’s obviously following us. What a creep!”

  I shrug my shoulders. “Don’t worry, there are so many people around, what’s he going to do?”

  But it’s starting to get darker. We’ve been walking for a long time and my buzz just disappeared in a big way.

  Now we’re both looking over our shoulders every two seconds. I can’t believe he would do anything scary in such a populated area, but why is he following us? I’m battling my brain to not stereotype and panic but also to not be stupid and get myself and my best friend raped and chopped up for black market kidneys.

  Ok, I know I’m way overreacting, but I’ve had a lot to drink, a lot of sun, and now some creeper is following us and we’re who knows where. I think I’m entitled to a little overreaction.

  “Do you think we should call the police?” Celeste whispers to me. I have no idea if 911 works in Mexico but also…can you really call 911 when someone happens to be walking in the same direction as you, and when there are only 2 directions you can even walk in?

  “I don’t know…he hasn’t done anything, what if they just laugh at us?” I answer, hesitantly, sort of hoping she’ll say, “I don’t care, call the freaking police!”

  But she doesn’t. She just stays quiet.

  After another minute she nods her head at me. “What?” I ask, having no clue what the nod means. She gives me a very severe look and nods again, more aggressively.

  This actually makes me snort and laugh. Ok, so maybe my buzz isn’t entirely gone.

  “I have no idea what you’re trying to tell me Celeste, but I don’t think he can hear us. You can use your words.” I’m trying hard not to laugh at her, but I’m not succeeding very well.

  I’m definitely getting uncomfortable too, but my poor girl is starting to look frantic. I can’t help but be amused.

  “What about that guy,” she hisses, nodding her head once more. This time, I follow the direction.

  “Oooohhhhh…..” I murmur. “Very nice.”

  “I don’t want to hit on him, you pervert! I want him to help us!” Celeste is obviously freaking out now. She forgot to whisper and that last part came out loud enough for the handsome guy to clearly hear her. His head swiveled around to us, looking alert.

  I smile meekly. He is so gorgeous. I can’t even say “hot” because he’s more than just hot. He looks like he has handsome soaked right through his skin into his very soul. And, just to make sure I was swooning at maximum effort, he’s walking the world’s tiniest chihuahua.

  “Good plan,” I tell Celeste and start making my way towards him. There’s no way a man as beautiful as he is, walking a dog as ridiculous as that little thing, could have a dangerous bone in his body.

  Celeste holds onto my arm but walks just a step behind me.

  “Um, hablar Ingles?” I st
ammer with a horrid accent.

  He actually chuckles, but answers smiling, “Si, señora. I speak English.”

  Oh my, the handsome soaked into his voice, that’s for sure. He is, in fact, very English speaking.

  “Can I help you, guys?” he asks, looking curious and maybe a little cautious.

  “Actually, I hope so,” I start. Moving to stand beside him and nodding my head in the direction of the creeper, I continue, “See that guy? He’s been following us for like, half an hour. We got a little lost and tried to ask him for directions. He didn’t speak a word of English, but we figured out where we were and where we have to go, but he’s been following us the whole way. It’s kind of freaking us out.”

  The guy looks critically at the creep following us and frowns in a very handsome way.

  “I wouldn’t worry too much,” he tells us, “he’s probably just watching to see if you guys get drunk somewhere and leave your purses or phones unattended. There’s not a lot of violence that goes on around here. Where are you staying?”

  I can feel Celeste’s fingers digging into my arm. Obviously, she doesn’t want to tell him. And part of me gets that. I don’t know this guy at all. Being eye-candy does not equal being safe.

  But I hear myself spit out the name of our hotel, even while I’m thinking that I probably shouldn’t tell him.

  He nods and shoots Celeste a smile that has got to melt her heart (if not panties!).

  “I’ll walk you girls back, just to make sure you’re safe.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Lucas

  I figure I should go talk to this stalker before we head back to the girls’ hotel, so I start walking straight for him. He sees me coming and I can tell he’s trying to figure out whether or not he should worry about a guy who happens to be walking the least threatening dog on earth.