Chapter Twenty-One
The club wasn’t at all what Kate expected, though she didn’t really know what she expected. They entered into a very formal foyer, with a cranberry and gold Oriental rug. To the right was a dark hall with disco lights, the bass pumping as couples danced. Couples crossed the foyer in evening wear, laughing. To the left was a bar area and the lights were dim, glasses clinking, the conversation a dull murmur.
“I can handle this,” Kate said to Chase as he took her arm.
“I’m sure you can.” Chase glanced at Jake behind her back, but she caught the exchange. They approached what looked like a hotel desk in the back. “Room for Bishop, fourth floor.”
“Ah, Mr. Bishop.” Then young woman nodded at Jake, and Kate thought she blushed just a bit. “Jake.”
Jake grinned that cocky grin of his and Kate wondered how many times he’d made this woman scream his name.
Chase cleared his throat. “This is my girlfriend’s first experience. I hope the room is ready to my specifications.”
She looked at the computer monitor. “Yes, Mr. Bishop. It’s all set.” She smiled at Kate. “Have fun.” The look she gave Kate was something akin to, you’d be nuts if you didn’t have the time of your life.
Chase took the key card and they went to the elevator. The two guided her in, and Chase swiped the key card in a machine and punched the floor number. She watched the floors go by, and frowned when both Chase and Jake took her each by the arm on their appropriate side, their grips firm. And when the doors opened, she knew why.
This floor was sin, debauchery, and decadence rolled into one. One nearly naked woman was being led on a chain by a taller, older man in black leather, her eyes downcast. A man was being spanked over a bench by a woman in lingerie.
One section reminded her of a medieval torture area. Those who had on clothes were scandalously clad in a way that made her blush but tingle with a different need. Kate felt overdressed as the guys firmly made her take a step out, into the lobby.
She planted her feet. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“Easy,” Chase whispered in her ear. “We won’t do this to you. Just get down the hall, and it’s all private.”
“Have you done this?” She looked up at Chase on her left, then Jake on her right. “And you?”
Jake laughed in her ear. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to.”
Then Chase steered her down the hall, and the key card was slid into a reader in a door. The room was sort of like a hotel room—again, more cranberry and gold, but very elegant. The bed was huge and draped in more cranberry, but the comforter and pillows were neatly folded and on the bench at the foot. Restraints of all kinds hung from the bed posts—different lengths, different positions.
One wall held an entertainment center with a plasma television and drawers of all sorts. She knew somehow they didn’t hold movies. There were seats, benches, and other things she didn’t know the name of in the rest of the room, all neatly placed. Mirrors lined the ceiling, the walls, and in them she saw what an attractive threesome they made—Jake and her so fair, Chase so dark, all dressed to the nines.
She didn’t know what to do. Would they strip and take her now or let her undress or what? She clutched her purse to her stomach.
Chase went to the long counter and chucked a bucket at Jake. “Go for ice.”
Then he rummaged in the mini-fridge and came out with soda and little bottles of liquor. He set up three glasses in a neat row and looked at her expectantly. “What’s your poison?”
“We’re going to get drunk?” Somehow that wasn’t what she pictured at all. “You have to get drunk to have sex with me.”
“Uh, no. Drinking is usually frowned upon, and you know I don’t like it.” Chase opened a can of cola and poured part in two of the glasses. “But I have to have a drink—maybe two—if I’m going to go through with this, because I am officially scared witless. Jake knows this.”
She smiled, loving him, his nervousness. His attempt to share. “Then vodka and cranberry juice? Not soda.”
Jake returned with the ice and groaned. “You’re a horrible bartender, Chase. Move.” Chase made a gesture of ‘be my guest.’ Jake ditched his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and looked at the selection.
“Do you usually have a plan for this? Who plays hostess?”
“Usually the hostess is the…uh… Well, it’s Chase today, but I’m better at it.” Jake smoothly mixed the drinks and handed her a glass. “The usual?” he asked Chase.
Chase nodded, then assessed her for a moment. Oh, he was nervous. So nervous, and it made her love him that much more. Chase glanced at Jake and then caught one of the little bottles of liquor chucked to him. He opened it and slugged it back, then wiggled his fingers for another.
“No way.” Jake shook his head. “You’re a lightweight. Two drinks only for you or it will be a twosome because you’ll be unconscious.” Jake instead handed him his glass and Chase drank from that, but only taking a sip.
“Shall we have a toast?” Jake asked.
Chase held up his glass. “To us.”
“To us,” they echoed, and Kate drank, the liquid so smooth in her throat, suddenly understanding Chase’s need for liquid bravery.
“Is there a plan?” she managed to whisper.
“Yes, and no. Once it starts, its auto pilot from there. Jake will follow my lead. He knows what to do.”
Even his smile was nervous, small, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched a bit. “You’d swear I was a virgin. Jake and I have done this countless times. Why is it so hard?”
“Come here,” Kate whispered to Chase. She grabbed him by the shirt and drew him closer. “I won’t judge you for this. I love you, and anything that happens here is because we all share something so special. So please, just kiss me.”
Chase closed the distance and his mouth touched hers, hesitant at first, tasting of whiskey. Then the tension seemed to leave his arms, and he drew her closer, his lips opening, drawing her tongue into his mouth.
She leaned into him, her hips connecting with his. In heels, she was only an inch shorter. He was already hard against her belly, and she ached with need that had only escalated since the shooting bench earlier. She needed this. She needed him.
Then Jake came up behind her, his lips on her neck, nipping at her nape, his fingers unzipping her dress. It had begun.
Her stomach tightened, and she was afraid to be so turned on by Jake’s foreign touch along her spine. He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close for a moment, his cock hard against her ass.
It was weird to feel him this way. He’d hugged her before, as a friend. And he’d been hard for her in the clearing, but it was still odd, knowing he wanted her as badly as Chase did.
Jake being there, sliding her dress from her shoulders, excited Chase. She could feel it in the way he ground his cock against her hipbone, one hand holding the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her hair as he kissed her. She trembled and Chase kissed her deeper, more insistent, one hand helping Jake until her dress pooled at her ankles.
They hadn’t even touched anything intimate and yet the moisture flooded in the panties Chase had laid out for her earlier. The bra was black, lacy on the edges, sheer in the cup area and her nipples poked through. Chase’s jacket was rough, even through the material.
Then hands found her breasts, cupping her—Jake’s she thought—and Chase’s slipped to her ass, and it was if they set fire to her insides. A jolt of pleasure so intense ripped from the nipples Jake plucked, right down to her pussy.
Chase’s mouth left hers and he kissed one side of her neck, Jake kissing the other side. They must have shared some signal because Jake’s hand lifted from her breast and Chase’s mouth replaced it, hot and wet through the bra. Then Jake unsnapped the strap at the back and her bra slid from her arms in perfect timing with Chase’s mouth as he slid to her other nipple. Oh, they were smooth.
Her shaking fingers found the buttons on Chase’s shirt and somehow she undid them and tugged his shirt free from his pants.
Jake’s hands were on her stomach, his mouth on the small of her back. His hands dipped down, following the edges of her panties. His fingers inched down her inner thighs, caressing, kneading. Jake stood, his hands running up her sides, along the undersides of her breasts.
Chase’s hands turned her shoulders and she faced Jake. She knew he met Chase’s gaze over her shoulder because something flickered there in Jake’s eyes before he looked down, taking in her form.
“She’s beautiful, Chase. You’re so damned lucky.” Jake’s usual, light tone was gone, replaced with a tone so reverent she found herself believing his words.
“Kiss him,” Chase breathed in her ear. He held her arms, as if he were afraid she’d cover herself or bolt. She wanted to do both—Jake’s gaze was so heated. But instead she leaned back against Chase, afraid that though he commanded it, the action would turn him away from her again.
Chase felt her hesitation and kissed her neck. “It’s okay. I’m okay. You can do whatever you like with Jake. Vice versa. I give you both permission. This turns me on, Kate. I’m so hard, thinking of how much pleasure he’ll give you, and you’ll give him.”
Kate’s stomach tightened, her nerves on fire, her pussy clenching, wanting one of them, both of them, inside her. She swallowed, unable to meet Jake’s gaze as she leaned against his chest, her head on his shoulder. He smelled clean, only of soap and deodorant and she was so thankful. Then she swallowed and looked up.
Jake’s blue eyes were dark with lust, reminding her of a stormy sea. Her breath caught in her throat, and he slid his hand to her cheek, then to her chin. She’d kissed him before. Why couldn’t she do it now? Jake waited patiently, as if he knew this had to be her choice, her move.
“Kissing him doesn’t mean you love me less. It means you love me more.”
“I never thought it would bother me, to love you so much, yet to want him. Like this. When I kissed him before, in my mind I was kissing you.”
Chase held her tighter. “Do you want to kiss him? As Jake?”
“Yes.”
“Then give in. Enjoy the pleasure we can give you. It will be so intense. I promise.”
Kate trembled and reached for Jake’s face, holding it in her hands, feeling the sculpted beauty under her fingers. She pulled him forward, and though she’d kissed him before, this was so different. Surreal.
Jake’s lips were so different than Chase’s, firmer, yet more gentle. She pulled away, hesitant, and he drew her back, kissing her again, adding his tongue, slipping between her lips, again gentle, exploring, as if he had all night.
She moaned, and Chase slipped his fingers into her panties, his fingers finding her clit, easing along her pussy lips. His arousal ignited hers again and she gave in. She kissed Jake like she had in the clearing, mouth hot, open, only this time, Chase’s cock nudged her ass, his chest pressed into her back.
Jake ended the kiss and Chase found her neck with his hot mouth. She leaned back against Chase, almost shaking as Jake’s mouth burnt a path down her throat to her breasts.
Chase’s hands cupped her flesh, offering them to his friend, and who was Jake not to take what was offered? She almost laughed, because it was so Jake, but then his tongue rolled her nipple and she cried out as intense shocks zinged along her nerve endings.
She sighed as Chase slid a finger deep inside her pussy. Then he added a second, curling the pads of his fingers to find her G-spot. Her knees buckled, unable to take the combination of Jake’s mouth sucking her nipples and Chase fingerfucking her.
“Stay with us, Kate,” Chase breathed next to her ear. “You’re so wet. I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet.”
Then Jake’s hands pulled at her panties, his mouth on her stomach. Chase’s hands vanished from her pussy and one hand cupped her breast again, the other splayed across her stomach as soon as Jake’s mouth left.
“Spread your legs a little,” Chase said in her ear.
“I can’t let him do that.” Kate moaned, Jake’s breath on her inner thigh, his fingers taking over where Chase’s left off.
“Oh yes, you can. Spread your legs. Let him.”
And then Jake’s tongue found her clit and she bit back the noise in her throat—a scream? He was every bit as good as Chase, his fingers milking her pussy, teeth and tongue alternating on her clit. Her pussy muscles clenched and she froze, just a breath from the edge of a huge orgasm. “I don’t want to come like this.”
“Of course you do. Come for him, Kate. If you can’t come for him, come for me. Let him taste how sweet you are.” Chase pinched her nipples, and the shock echoed in her pussy, around Jake’s fingers. Jake nipped her clit at the same time and she came in his mouth, around his fingers, with nothing more than Chase’s hands supporting her.
Chase kissed her neck, and when Jake’s fingers eased from her, Chase scooped her up and carried her to the bed. “Aren’t you glad you came?”
The glow of orgasm left her needy for more, with a hint of guilt. “No, I feel…I should only come for you.”
Chase finished undressing, his cock bouncing free of his underwear. “But you did come for me. I told you to come. If I tell you to do something, then it’s right.”
Then Jake was at his side, also naked, a bottle of water in hand. “Have a drink, sweetheart.”
She took the water and couldn’t help staring. Naked Jake was just as perfect as Chase in his own way. She’d seen his bare chest numerous times, had kissed it in the clearing, but the complete picture was definitely eye candy.
Jake’s hips were lean, his cock a little larger, the head more purple. Would his taste differ? And then she blushed as she realized they were both watching her.
“Is that it?” she asked after a sip of water.
“No.” Chase smiled at her in that sexy, egotistical way. “Are you ready for the next stage?”
“I don’t know.” Now that she had come, she wasn’t so eager to continue. “You shouldn’t have let me come.”
“You can have more orgasms.” Chase climbed next to her on the bed. He trailed a finger along her shoulder and glanced at Jake with a nod. “Whose cock do you want to suck first?”
The question rocked her to the core and her pussy awoke with a spasm. “Yours,” she whispered.
Chase grabbed a few pillows from the foot of the bed, arranged them at the head, and sprawled against the headboard, his legs stretched out. He patted his thighs and his cock bobbed eagerly with the movement. “Come.”
Kate climbed to the side and took his shaft in her hand, holding it low at the base. She stared at him, watching his reaction as she took first the head in her mouth, her tongue rimming the edge, sliding down over the veins.
His nostrils flared and his mouth opened slightly, his hands clenched in balls at his sides. He tasted salty and musky, the pre-cum a hot bead at the back of her throat. Would he come in her mouth this time? She sucked him harder, taking him deeper, enjoying the way he stiffened as she took every inch, the head buried in her throat.
And then Jake’s hands found her hips, his cock at the entrance of her pussy, and she moaned around Chase’s cock as Jake slid home, the latex on his cock ribbed as he stroked her deeply. She went rigid with a mix of anticipation and fear.
“Sneak attack,” Chase said as he wrapped his fingers in her hair. “Don’t tense up, love. Let him fuck you. I like watching.”
She let his cock slide free from her mouth. “He wasn’t supposed to go…there.”
“All bets are off. He can do what he wants. I gave him permission. It’s hotter than hell watching him fuck you, do you know that? Because I know how your pussy is clenching around him, right now. I know how tight you are and how amazing it is to be so deep inside you.”
She sucked Chase’s cock into her mouth and allowed herself to feel how Jake felt inside her. So large, not as thick, his balls hitting her in a different spot on her pussy than Chase’s.
Jake kissed her spine and his hand slid around to her mound, fingering her clit. Her toes curled, and she felt another orgasm growing, the muscles in her pussy clenching hard around Jake’s cock. She moaned, the sound vibrating up Chase’s shaft.
“Come for me,” Chase commanded.
Jake pounded into her, increasing her tempo on Chase’s cock. Chase slid his hands to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. On some non-verbal command they both tweaked, the delicious sting connecting her nipples to her pussy.
She moaned around Chase’s shaft and came in huge waves of pleasure, his cock sliding from her mouth as she shuddered and panted. She lay her head on his belly, her breathing hard, her breasts jiggling against Chase’s legs as Jake slapped her ass once, twice, and withdrew.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “How do the women survive?”
“It’s not over. We haven’t come yet,” Chase reminded her. Jake must have tossed him a condom because one landed on Chase’s chest. “You want to put this on for me?”
“But we don’t need that.”
“We don’t do bodily fluids. Just yours. Man pact.” Chase rolled the condom on and then coaxed her upward. “Come ride me, love.”
“Too much work.”
“You won’t do a thing, trust me.”
She crawled up his body and angled her pussy over his cock. She looked into Chase’s eyes and liked what she saw. He was focused, intense, but no stress lined his features. Imagine how relaxed he’d be if he came. It was incentive enough to sink him home inside her pussy, the length of his cock deep, thicker than Jake’s. Perfect.
Then she felt Jake again at her back, and this time, his cock was colder, wetter, and she knew he was lubed. Her eyes flew to Chase’s, and he slid his hand to her chin. “Just kiss me, Kate. Kiss me, and in a moment, he’ll be there, and it won’t be so scary anymore. This will give you the biggest high, the best orgasm. I promise. Trust me.”
She lowered her torso to Chase’s, pressing her chest to his as she kissed him. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, his lips coaxing, then demanding, and Chase was right. She relaxed and Jake slid home, deep inside her ass, and she felt like she would explode from the pleasure of both of them seated so deeply inside her pelvis.
And then they thrust, their timing exquisite, Jake’s hot breath on her back, Chase’s tongue deep in her mouth. How could these two last? She’d come twice already and she felt another orgasm drawing near, her pussy humming, breasts tingling from the friction of Chase’s chest hair rubbing as she rocked back and forth, mostly from their efforts, but if she knew how to help, she would have.
Chase knew how close she was this time. She knew he could feel it inside her, how her pussy milked his length. “Come for me, one more time, Kate.”
It was as if she reached the top of a spiral peak, Chase and Jake’s hands in hers, and they jumped, the three of them. She came, moaning Chase’s name, unable to rock fast enough, to clench his cock hard enough with her pussy. And then she felt the guys tense, Chase’s face exquisitely tormented, Jake’s mouth hard on her side, kissing her, his fingers biting into her hips as he pounded, once, twice, and then stilled, his cock twitching in her ass.
She lay between them, basking in the glow of being loved so thoroughly. Jake held her from above, his arms wrapped around her, his hand cupping her breast.
Chase held her from below, his arms on her shoulders. He ran a hand through Jake’s hair almost absentmindedly, a gesture she realized he’d done a million times before, one she wouldn’t have caught except she was so attuned to them both, despite the haze of orgasm.
Maybe this was why Chase feared a threesome with her and Jake, because she would sense these little displays of affection someone else wouldn’t catch. It could easily be taken the wrong way, but she understood. She felt the same way.
“Are we too much?” she whispered to Chase.
Jake grunted. “His lungs are probably plastered to his spine by now.” He rolled to her side, next to Chase, his arm over his head, the other on his stomach. She picked up that hand and took it in hers, kissing his knuckles, making eye contact for the first time since she kissed him. His blue eyes were relaxed, and the look he gave her was one of absolute awe.
“You are fucking magnificent,” Jake told her.
She leaned over and kissed Jake, tasting her muskiness on his lips. Then she lay back on Chase’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, his cock twitching inside her as it returned to normal.
“You need to get up,” Chase told her. “We have things to attend to.”
She slid off Chase and both men rose and went to the bathroom. Chase returned with a damp washcloth, and she heard the shower run and then Jake’s deep drawl as he sang something in the echo of the bathroom.
Chase cleaned her up, grabbed a sheet, and lay back down. He covered them as she scooted over, her head again on his chest.
“He’s giving us a moment to talk, isn’t he?”
“He’s sensitive that way, Jake is,” Chase said.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I feel…free. You’ve seen the darkest side of me, and you’re still here.” Chase kissed her, holding her tighter. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Emma or Kate?”
“Both.” She kissed his stomach, and the muscles there quivered. “It’s not something I would do every day, but I trust you and Jake. I would be able to do this when you needed, and for special occasions. Say, Christmas. But only with Jake. So if you get him killed on a mission, forget it.”
“I do love Christmas.” Chase grinned, then winced. “And now I have to be even more careful to make sure Jake returns.”
“What about you?”
“I feel very relaxed, but in a different way than usual after something like this. I feel…complete. I have you. I have Jake. It’s perfect.” Chase smiled when she looked up. “You were right, as usual.”
“You remember that.”
He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “I love you. I loved you the moment you head-butted me and ran. No woman has ever run from me. Ever. But I loved you.
“I need to tell you that now, before anything else comes along and ruins this for us. I need to tell you I am sorry for not allowing you to love me and for not telling you I loved you before you left on that mission. I’m sorry I never told you after, when you were so close to death. But I was afraid. I’m only afraid of two things, Kate. My uncle and losing you.”
Kate fought the tears of joy at his admission. “I don’t just love you because you’re beautiful, Chase. You were the first person to look at me with interest in any way other than my brain. You looked at me—Emma—with such wonder, like she was the most beautiful, special thing you had ever seen. And I loved you right then.”
She laced her fingers in his. “But now, I love you because you are the boss. You are so strong. You know exactly what everyone in the world needs because you pay attention to detail. And you make me feel like I’m more than just a bag of brains. You make me feel complete.”
She smoothed a hand over his jaw, his face so perfect, so beautiful in the glow of pleasure. “And it’s nice to know that under your perfection, your stunning beauty and everything you do so well, you’re just as human as the rest of us.”
Kate touched his lips with her fingers. Yes, he’d been so afraid. And it made her love him even more to know he was just as imperfect as she was. So human. Hers. And then she smiled. “I thought spies falling in love didn’t work.”
He closed his eyes, then opened one and shrugged. “I’ve decided I was a fool. Of course it will work. I am the boss.”
Then Jake poked his head into the room. “Can I come back?”
“Yes.” Kate laughed. “He said he loves me.”
“Of course he loves you.” Jake climbed into bed behind her. She wiggled a bit, and Jake spooned in behind her. She felt absolutely perfect and complete, sandwiched between her two men, the one she loved, and the one that had her back, figuratively and literally.
“I just won another team pool,” Jake said as he kissed Kate’s neck.
“Christ, Jake, what now,” Chase with a sigh. “Monday morning, I’m going to lay down the law. If I catch any of you betting again, I’m killing you all and getting a new team.” He shifted and looked over at Jake with one eye open. “What did you bet on, when we’d have a threesome?”
“When you finally got smart and realized how you felt? I didn’t make a bet about a threesome. I fear Kate’s wrath.”
Yes, he should fear her wrath. She was Kate, fucking hot killing machine, and he should remember that. She elbowed him in the gut and Jake grunted.
“You’re the one who complained they never put you in,” Jake grumbled.
She couldn’t allow Jake to get the upper hand with Chase. That was her job. Kate elbowed him again, harder, and Jake howled. “Woman, I’m not looking at you with lust, I wore a condom, and I had permission to take you wherever I wanted. So, what?”
“Your hipbones are digging into me.” They weren’t, not really, but she couldn’t let Jake lay there and be smugly content. That was Chase’s job.
“No woman has ever complained about my hipbones.”
“Really? Because they hurt. No wonder you have to chase all these women. You may lure them in once, but once they feel those bony hips, they don’t return.”
Chase sighed, again, but Kate saw the smile on his lips, one that said he’d suffer their bickering because he wouldn’t want it any other way. “Are you two going to fight the entire time?”
“No, sir,” they both said in mocking tones and laughed together. Kate had never had an ally before. They could take Chase the boss easily if they ganged up. She grinned against Chase’s chest.
Chase grunted but wrapped his arm around Kate, holding her closer. Kate felt Jake’s arm wrap tighter around her waist, his arm over Chase’s. It was perfect, to have them all intertwined.
“Chase?” Kate whispered when they quieted down. She didn’t think the moment could be any more perfect. “I love you.”
“And I love you, Emma Kate.”