I had never read a menage book before a few years ago when I accidently picked up Alexandra O’Hurley’s Berserker Mate’s Trilogy. I think you could sum my first expression with menage erotica could be classified as delicious. I really didn’t know what to do after I read it because at the time I didn’t even want anyone to know I had read such a book. What would people say if they knew I’d not only read a kinky book but that I liked it too? Well, you know what? Years and hundreds of kinky books later, it doesn’t matter. I’ve embraced my inner kink and love menage books and I have a thing for bondage and D/s that I happily own. Mom, these are things I don’t want to talk to you about but I’m okay with you hearing. Where am I going with all this? Well, I am building up to saying that Jennifer Kacey’s Member’s Only series is a series that is definitely on my menu. I think it’s under the, “Tasty, Mmmm… Mmmm… Good” section too.
Chris and Jared are twins and have been friends of Cyn’s since they were all developing the parts that would one day interlock to make the best of fun, sexy times. Unknown to all of them they were all thinking of interlocking those parts into a puzzle of moaning, groaning, sweaty, joy since those parts started making them yearn for completion. When the guys go intelligence gathering and uncover Cyn’s diary and find that she has been having a yen for being the creamy center in their Double-Stuff Oreo, these men of action finally act. Let me tell you, these men of action are the sort of action figures that come with the best “give-me-more” accessories. My Star Wars Boba Fett never had ropes or wipes like Master J and Master C have. Effin’ useless bounty hunter to play the game of hide and seek with if he can’t restrain or discipline once he gets his Han S0lo.
The heat rating on this book is many kitties hot. Jennifer Kacey is not at all afraid of setting pages on fire and making readers burn. I enjoy the fact that she does allow for Cyn to admit that she has always wanted both brothers and that she was made to feel shame because it was obvious to others. She also makes no bones of putting it out there that the boys have always felt some ownership for her and that even were they not to have found the book that there is an evitability in regard to the relationship with the three of them. It gives the relationship a great deal of depth and pulls the book out of that place where you are looking at something that is pure smut. This isn’t solely bow-chicka-wow-wow, there is substance and there is a relationship. And then there is a crap ton of very explicit and dirty, kinky, fun times, with toys, kissing, voyeurism, power exchange, sexual exploration and plain old crack that ass and like it!
So, where is there something amiss? There is something I find a lot in reading for reviews and beta reading that I like to call Body Placement Query or, “Is that his dick in her ear or her elbow in his ass, the author wasn’t very clear about it”. Generally what causes this is a few things, the author is into the scene and while they are writing it they know what they are meaning it to say so they can’t see what they are actually drawing for their reader. Their editor isn’t so great at reading the writer’s sex scenes and skims through them and never catches these parts. Or they feel uncomfortable calling attention to these parts. That is your job editors and that is a real crap insult to the author. Shame on editors for disrespecting the writing and work an author does by not giving a good eyeball to what they are editing. And if you have beta readers they are more interested in telling you what you want to hear than helping you be a better writer. I don’t know what was happening with this book and which of the above was a situation or if there was something else in play but Jennifer has a higher than normal amount of body placement queries. I do think some of it could be because in some scenes there is just a chaotic amount of things going on with hands, mouths, holes, body parts, several partners and sometimes accoutrements involved at once. I found myself having to stop and go back a page and read over what I had just read to try to cypher if she was already being screwed, if she was asking to be screwed, or if she was being told she was going to be screwed. That is like getting ready to do the deed and your partner stops to say, tell me the laws of thermodynamics. If you have to stop and wonder what the hell is going on it ruins the moment.
I think this is a great introduction to what promises to be a great sex club series. All the secondary characters introduced are very engaging and the breadcrumbs leading to back stories are more than enough to have you wanting to know what will happen with Nick or Jenna at some point in the future. If you like The Wicked Lovers Series by Shayla Black or Masters of Shadowlands by Cherise Sinclair this book should be your next martini.
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Chapter 1 – (Unedited)
“So Cyn why aren’t you fucking anybody?”
That was the question that sent my mouthful of beer down the wrong pipe. I sputtered and coughed my way through it, nearly knocking over the glass as I got it under control. The beer anyways.
“Where in the hell did that come from?” I asked as I reached for the heart necklace lying against my chest. Jared Kennedy, one of my best friends, glanced at it and then back to my face with a knowing smirk.
“Oh come on. Is it that there isn’t anybody that creams your Twinkie at the moment or do you not like sex in general? We want to know. So don’t be shy, just answer the question.”
The other half of the we he referred to was his fraternal twin Chris, who stood across an empty dance floor and behind a bar thirty feet away. I started working the heart pendant back and forth on the chain as I turned back to Jared.
Jared leaned back in his chair with arms crossed over his broad chest and an expectant smile, apparently getting comfortable enough to wait me out. They had always done that. Known just the right face to make and I would answer anything. They acted broody or looked impatient and I wanted nothing but to make them happy. Pathetic is a huge understatement for what I am when it comes to these two.
It was Saturday night at CJ’s, and it was rare to have Chris restocking the bar after they’d closed and locked the door. Normally it was just Jared and I on weekends cleaning up after they closed. Chris tended the bar on week nights so it was great to get to see them both. I helped out part time when they needed it, plus I had nothing better to do on a Saturday night even after working all day at a local gym. The three of us had been close for years but this line of questioning was odd even for them.
“I like sex just fine J. As much as anybody does I guess. Whether I like it as much as you and Chris, I don’t know. Your appetites have always run on the high side from all the gossip mongers around town.” I squirmed in my chair. I admit it. One of my best friends was asking me if I liked sex, and all I could think was that up to this point, not really. All sexual encounters I’d had up to date had been lack luster all the way down to disastrous. Most guys you’re sleeping with really don’t appreciate being called another guy’s name, or two guys’ name’s, when you’re getting off. It’s a real deal breaker apparently. Just ask me, I should know.
“Then if you like sex, why aren’t you having any?”
I’m very glad my beer was well out of reach at this point or I would have choked on it again.
“Not that it is any of your business, but who’s to say I’m not having sex every night, and twice on Sundays?”
I cocked an eyebrow in his direction with a little bit of sultry thrown in too, with what I hoped was a sassy twist of my lips. That sass faded into scared rabbit when he gave me that look again. He’d been giving me that look all night long. It was a look I’d seen for years, and hated because it was never directed towards me in the past. It was Jared on the make. Now that it was, I was a little bit thrilled and a whole lot terrified.
Thick lashes were half hooded over the most gorgeous blue eyes ever created and tanned skin pulled tight over a tall muscled frame many a female resident of our fair city of Arcadia had fantasized over. Then, right at the height of my ogling, he reached one of his strong hands up and ran long thick fingers through his blond sun streaked hair. It wasn’t too long, or too short like from his military days. It was just long enough to hold onto for one nice long ride.
I pulled my eyes away as his hair fell back into place and he leaned forward onto the table to reach for his beer. He ran his fingers across my arm on the way, and it was all I could do to suppress the shiver trying to work its way up my forearm.
We had been coming to this bar for years I thought as I looked around at anything but Jared or Chris. We came here the first time on my 21st birthday and the place just grew on us. The parking lot was huge and normally packed like it had been earlier in the evening. Liquor shelves cascaded up behind the dimly lit bar and neon beer signs lighted the wall above as well as the now empty dance floor. The exposed ceiling highlighted the wood details which were throughout the building and the front wall of windows attracted more than a few passersby most nights. A dozen tables ringed the open space in the middle, and there were a few off in more hidden corners like the one we now sat at before heading home.
Before the brothers up and joined the Marine’s less than a week after they turned eighteen, the three of us had been inseparable. We went to school together and they always treated me like a sister or one of their damn buddies. We remained close when they were away and they always crashed at the townhouse next door to me when they were on leave instead of staying at their parents’ house. I tried everything over the years to get them to notice me, but nothing seemed to work. I was too skinny, with not enough boobs or ass apparently to notice. So I had been firmly placed in the friend category. Yippee…Not!
Seven years after the first time we stepped through those doors the guys now owned it. Three years ago when the guys finished their tours and came home their parents unexpectantly gave them their inheritance.
Rewarding them for their service or giving them a hefty nest egg to start their civilian lives had seemed very out of character for their parents. They were part of the rich upper crust of our town and never seemed to really care about the guys either way from what I could see. They had no time for children, so giving the guys their inheritance early while they were still young enough to use it and make something of themselves had been one of the only decent things I’d ever seen them do.
Chris and Jared decided to take some of the money and invest it in our small town instead of moving away to someplace bigger and better. What they did with the rest of the money was still a mystery they’d never told me. Or why their parents sold their house and moved to New York before the guys even returned home. They obviously kept me in the dark about some things yet when they wanted questions answered I was supposed to be at their beck and call with the 411 on my life, and sex life or lack thereof.
My mouth went dry and mortification crept in when I registered what Jared just said while I was day dreaming.
“You’ve heard what the past few nights?” I asked as I reached for my necklace again.
“The high pitched whirl of a vibrator Cyn. I’ve heard it every night coming from your bedroom and I know it’s you. We don’t think that really counts as sex because you’re flying solo. So I wondered why you aren’t involved with someone other than your purple boyfriend. And why you’ve all of a sudden taken up to jilling so often. Any particular reason?”
He leaned back in his chair again after finishing his beer, and my gaze drifted down to his lap. An impressive hard on was displayed behind the faded jeans he normally wore at the bar.
“You’ve heard me…masturbating?” I snapped my gaze back up to his face and then over to Chris who was standing behind the bar drying a glass. He was staring straight at me. He was just as tantalizing as his brother but he was the opposite in coloring. Darker in every way. Brown hair a bit shorter, and chocolate brown eyes that a girl could drown in. His eyes held secrets I’d always been afraid to uncover. Tonight was different though. He looked hungry.
He was too far away to hear what we were discussing since music still played through the sound system. But he knew. He knew!
Here I sat in their too warm bar with my hair pulled back in a careless pony tail, and both men that headlined in every single one of my fantasies stared back at me. And they not only knew I was masturbating, but how often I was doing it. “How can you hear me?” I whispered as I closed my eyes wishing I was anywhere but here.
“My bedroom is right on the other side of your wall.” I lived in one townhouse and Jared and Chris lived in the adjacent one even though I knew they could afford a much bigger place. We had mirror imaging floor plans but how in the world had I never known how thin the walls were. “I can hear everything. I can hear you sing while you vacuum. I can hear your TV when you fall asleep with it on. I can even hear you talk in your sleep.”
Mortified. I was truly and utterly mortified. “Oh my God, you can hear me…”
I looked over at Chris again where he was still watching me. He tossed the towel over his shoulder and carried a half empty box of supplies into the back.
A few moments passed and Jared finally said, “Blondie.”
I whipped my head around so fast I think I got whiplash. A broad grin greeted me when I looked up into his face again and he flashed me his most charming smile. “Did you really just call me that? You know I hate it!” They had nicknamed me that when I was twelve and it had forever made me feel like my IQ was about as big as my shoe size.
He shrugged his broad shoulders, seemingly oblivious to my ire. After trailing his eyes down my body and back up, the twinkle of amusement changed to something heated. “Oh yeah I know, baby,” he leaned close again and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I’ve been trying to get a rise out of you all night long.”
I snorted. “You definitely got my attention when you outed yourself as a voyeur, J. “
“Cyn, a voyeur is someone that gets their rocks off just by watching, and we want to do a hell of lot more than watch. So why don’t you tell me why you’ve nearly worn through the chain on your necklace from messing with it tonight, and chewing on lips that are much better suited to…other things.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip to emphasize the point, and my mouth opened without my permission so I could lick him all over starting with that finger.
Because I’m in love with you, and your twin. Have been for almost a decade. I’ve got a journal at home filled with what I want you to do to me and I know I’ll never be brave enough to show it to you. Plus I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk for two days. Then I want you to tie me up, blindfold me, and do it all again until I have no voice left from screaming out my orgasms for you.
“No reason!” I squeaked as I pulled my head away. “Hey, I’m thirsty. You thirsty? You want another beer before you close up?” Without waiting for an answer I was already out of my chair, stepping away from our table in the back corner.
“You still have half a beer on the table Cyn.” Yeah I heard him, but completely ignored the obvious statement and continued making my way across the empty dance floor. The entire way I didn’t have to turn around to feel Jared’s gaze on me. It heated my insides and made me want to pant and beg. I was so damn close to begging. Not oh please Jared, but for the love of all that is holy Sir take me and make me yours and then let me pleasure your brother too.
This was really bad. After years of trying to get their attention and failing, and years of trying to get over them and failing even worse, I had finally given up hope. Made a pact with myself to really try to date and find someone I wanted to be with. That idea was now being flushed down the proverbial dating toilet since Jared had to act all interested and charming and gorgeous, and oh Lord I was so sunk.
I realized just how warm I was as I leaned over the bar and put my head in my hand. I only had on my blue tank top and yoga pants to combat the Kansas heat in the middle of summer. Hell, I hadn’t even put panties on this evening, since I’d treated myself to a waxing at the spa this afternoon before coming to the bar. Now as I propped myself up against the smooth lacquered wood in front of me I wished I’d worn Kevlar. I felt naked in more ways than one…
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Haleigh’s Ink Synopsis:
A three-letter word that meant different things to many people. Pictures and words that might stand as a reminder of love, loss, rebellion, or camaraderie. For Haleigh Grace, it meant freedom.
Walking through the doors of the tattoo parlor, Inkfluence, marked the start of taking her life back. Making it what she wanted it to be. No one was going to tell her she couldn’t. Not ever again.
Little did she know that behind those doors stood Kyle Muse. He’d been her best friend, who had walked away years ago without a backwards glance. The one man she fantasized would someday be her knight in shining armor. The one she’d saved herself for.
But he has a knight of his own. Tall, dark and dangerously sexy Scott Preston. The owner of the very shop Haleigh has an appointment with at midnight.
Feelings long buried rise to the surface and the three find themselves bound by more than just ink…
A Romantica® ménage BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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Chapter 1 – (Unedited)
A cold blast of air assaulted Haleigh Grace along with the faint smell of bleach and a loud door chime as she opened the door to Inkfluence.
“I can do this. I can do this,” she repeated to herself quietly as she tentatively stepped inside, and took in her surroundings. She assumed it looked like most other tattoo parlors around the nation, but she wouldn’t really know since she’d never been in an establishment that catered to body modification.
The open space was immaculately clean, and she let out a sigh of relief. Turning back now reeked of being a coward, which she’d had quite enough of, but she would have left and started her search all over again if the place hadn’t been well kept. On the left was what she assumed were tattoo stations. Chairs and tables of different heights and orientation were lined up next to what looked like mirrored work desks. Each had a number of drawers that she guessed were filled with tattoo guns, tracing paper, markers and ink. It made her think of the beauty salon if not for the skulls airbrushed on the black surface of each table. She’d never look at the salon quite the same again. Both places were used to modify your appearance. This place was just more permanent about it. She caught sight of boxes of black latex gloves that sat on the top of each table and her shoulders relaxed a little bit more.
Of the five stations, only one was occupied. A lightly tanned man of unknown height laid atop a long table flat on his belly with his head piled on his hands. He was naked from the waist up, and had on jeans and hiking boots. She caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror that stood across from him and he looked asleep. That didn’t match what she expected since it looked like a huge dragon was taking shape across his shoulder and his side closest to her. Crying, cursing, maybe thrashing around a bit was more what she expected him to be doing. She wondered what it would feel like and shivered a bit as fresh adrenaline slid through her system.
Well, she would know soon enough.
“Hey,” the lone tattoo artist said when he looked up and saw her standing there. The high pitched whirl of his tattoo gun went quiet as he paused, and he smiled over at her as he stretched his back. He grabbed a cloth draped over the table and it came away smeared with black ink as he wiped the guys shoulder off.
The man with the tattoo gun had dark skin, lovely blue eyes she could see from across the room, and a warm smile. Not at all what she expected, well, other than the tattoos that started at his wrists, ran up his arms, and disappeared under the sleeves of his shirt.
“Are you, Haleigh?” he asked as he swiveled toward her on one of those short stools you see in most doctors’ offices.
“Yes. Are you Scott?” she inquired, but he shook his head.
“No, I’m Oscar. The boss will be out in a minute for you. Feel free to look around.”
“Thanks.” She saw him adjust something in his ear and then lean over the guys back he was working on. The tattoo gun started up and she turned to take in the rest of the shop. A huge glass counter sat at the back of the room with items inside that were too small for her to see from right inside the front door. There was open space to get behind the counter on the left side and two doors flanked the space behind. One leading to the right and one to the left but they were both closed.
As she turned to the right she made her way over to a nest of couches that were arranged to form an open square with a large black wrought iron coffee table in the center. Magazines that you would expect to find in a tattoo parlor littered the top surface. Inked Today / Pierced Tomorrow. Around the World in 80 Tattoos. Tattoo Weekly.
She grinned at how normal it all was.
A water cooler stood in the corner of the room with a small trash can next to it, and the far wall was lined with art work. Some framed, some photographs. All depicting tattoos of varying size, shape, and color. The shop lights were bright, throwing light outside the full length windows that filled the front wall illuminating the darkness outside. It was spring time in Tyler, Texas which meant it was still eighty something degrees at almost midnight.
The floor looked like stained concrete and her small heels clicked against the solid surface as she made her way across to the far wall which was a dark red color that matched the rest of the decor. It was professional looking, but surprisingly comfortable as two ceiling fans moved air around the space, and she rehearsed what she was going to say again. Everything was going to go smoothly and she would get done what she wanted and then leave after making her next appt. I can do this, she thought again.
She walked along the wall studying the artwork. Some were memorials of loved ones lost, dates of special events, or maybe a beautiful tree or an exotic woman. Everything on the wall meant something to someone. Each of the pictures or sketches, or photographs to Haleigh meant freedom. She tugged on her light blue blouse, and ran hands over her silk skirt. She was probably overdressed but she was a firm believer in first impressions.
A clock struck midnight somewhere in the open space announcing that, The Boss, was now officially late for their appointment. As the chimes continued to echo over the rock music coming from speakers in the ceiling, she had the fleeting thought of Cinderella running from the ball. From a time when she still believed in fairy tales and happy endings. It’d been more than 6 years since she believed in any of that, and tonight marked the night she took her life back.
Well, if Scott could only be bothered to make an appearance.
As if conjured from her thoughts the door on the left behind the counter swung open and one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen stepped through shaking his head, obviously exasperated by something. He was taller than 6 foot, though she was still too far away to tell by how much, his hair was short but very dark, and the shirt he had on stretched across his wide chest. She was immediately ensnared by his gaze when he looked up, and for the second time in her life she went wet between her legs simply by a man looking at her.
He walked out from behind the counter and slowly came towards her where she still stood by the far corner. He didn’t really walk though. It was more like he stalked her, his eyes never leaving her body, and she could feel her nipples pucker though she suddenly wasn’t cold anymore.
“Haleigh?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a once over that had her blood heating under her skin.
She cleared her throat and extended a hand towards him, but the thought of touching him seemed more dangerous than touching a potentially poisonous snake. “Yes. Scott?” she managed as he clasped her hand in his surprisingly tattoo free one. She actually couldn’t see ink on him anywhere.
He took another step towards her, and dwarfed her in size, and no doubt experience. “In the flesh,” he added as he caressed the skin at her wrist with his thumb.
She pulled her hand back, and he let go somewhat reluctantly and gestured towards the wall.
“See anything you like?”
“Yes,” she answered before pulling her eyes from his profile. “There are a lot of beautiful pieces, but not exactly what I want.”
He took several steps away to a very large frame that showed a lot of very small dainty tattoos, and motioned her over. “What about these? I can do a nice heart for you, a four leaf clover, a cherry…I’ve heard they’re all the rage lately with girls like you.”
She stopped abruptly, and tilted her head back to glare at him.
“And what kind of girl am I?” she asked as she resisted the urge to curl her hand into a fist.
“You know.” He looked her up and down again. “A society type. A good girl looking for a walk on the wild side, but something tiny you can hide, that won’t hurt too bad, but you can tell your girlfriends about in whispers when you go to the club.”
“You know nothing about me.”
“Don’t take offense, Sweetheart.” He held up his hands as if to hold off her impending attack, but she could tell he wasn’t offering an apology. “I’ve been doing this for a long time and I can’t imagine you came in here looking for a skull and crossbones across the back of your neck, or a geisha girl up your rib cage. So if one of these isn’t what you’re looking for, what can I do for you? I can draw something up for you, and shrink it down,” he added under his breath as he turned and walked toward a notepad that sat on the counter, “if you have something else in mind.”
“No, I’m here to get my nipples pierced,” she replied coolly before he could offer anymore snide comments. She tried to keep the annoyance from her tone, but he was really pushing her buttons. He stopped with his hand in mid air over the paper and turned slowly back to face her, letting his hand fall to his side.
“You want your nipples pierced?” And as he asked, he stared unabashedly at her small chest which suddenly grew heavy and her skin warmed, which she attributed to nothing but her temper rising.
“Yes, you do offer that kind of service, do you not? It says so on the sign out front.”
Scott was actually struck speechless for a moment. He could count on no hands how often that had happened in the last few years. He had some lookers in quite often, but no one as classy as this chick. The women who normally came in were covered in tattoos or they were when they left. They could be crude, loud and spoke their minds even when no one else was listening. This woman screamed innocent and his dick stood up and took notice even though he had no intention of tapping into her inner submissive. He finally shrugged and went into his normal spiel though it felt off kilter which pissed him off.
“$45 non refundable fee to pierce them and that will include the jewelry. So once you sign the consent form; your money is mine no matter if you flake or not.”
“I won’t…flake out,” she answered haltingly. He looked her up and down again but slowly, and he was struck again with how delicate she looked. She couldn’t have been more than 5’ 4” in heels and still she was staring him down like she could lay him flat.
“Sure you won’t,” he mumbled and her nostrils flared just enough to let him know she heard him.
He stared and realized he had no clue what he was saying and had to concentrate on what part of his speech came next.
“You need to wash them every day in the shower starting 3 days from today and rotate the rings gently when they’re wet.” Good Lord, as if he needed images of her naked burned into his head. “You can’t swim for 4 weeks, and for all that is holy, don’t go in the lake unless you want your tits to turn green and fall off.”
“What gauge is the piercing?”
“It’s a 14 gauge piercing and I’m surprised you even knew to ask the gauge instead of asking for the needle size like most wannabes that walk in the door. Maybe you’ll get one done, but you’ll bolt before I can do the other one.” He continued and didn’t see her grinding her teeth as he cast a glance over at Oscar and back. He told her about what to clean the piercings with, and what the biggest mistakes people make, like changing the rings too early.
“Do you have a female associate that could do them?”
“Nope. Sure don’t. It’s me or nada, Sweet Cheeks.” He flashed a gorgeous smile and ran his hand along his good few days’ worth of stubble.
“Beggars can’t be choosers I guess,” she answered more to herself. She glanced around the shop again. “Can I have a minute to decide if I’m comfortable?”
“Sure, honey, take all the time you need,” she could see him mentally dismissing her as he walked away towards the back of the shop.
“My name isn’t, Honey,” she called to his back.
“Okay, Sweetie, let me know what you decide,” he said without stopping or turning around to face her.
Of all the nerve! She thought as she gave him her back, and crossed her arms under her breasts, while staring at the drawings and photographs again but not seeing them through the haze of red that now clouded her vision. She wished he wasn’t handsome and so sure of himself. Maybe if his name was Tiny, and he was actually a 300lb Polynesian woman covered in tattoos from head to toe, she would feel more comfortable. Who was she kidding? That wouldn’t help a bit.
Of all the places she thought she could go and be herself it was a place like this. A place where everyone went to change themselves to what they wanted or needed. She was going to be who she had become after the last six years of nothing but struggling just to survive another day.
Darn this man for making her doubt herself. This was her body and her decision and screw anyone including Mr. Hotness and I Know It behind the counter, and what he thought about her. She should care less what his
She turned around fully prepared to stride up to the counter with her $45 and chin a little higher but what she saw couldn’t have been farther from what she expected.
Jackson Muse, one of her best friends from high school, whom she’d lost touch with when she went away to college was standing behind the glass front counter talking with the local President of the Jerks Anonymous Club. They looked like they were in some type of heated discussion even though she couldn’t hear them. It
She had always been a little bit in love with Jackson but figured it was a crush and nothing more. Now all grown up, he was beyond words good looking, and the only other man who’d ever made her want to beg to be taken. He was a couple inches shorter than Scott, shoulders that could blot out the sun, and a tapered waist that hinted at what he could do with them while horizontal. He had dusty blond hair still a bit long and it was tucked behind one ear, hanging loose on the far side of his face.
“We’ll find someone, Jack. Stop worrying,” Scott said. “We’ve still got nearly five weeks before we have to panic, though it looks like you’re well on your way like usual.” Haleigh had edged forward one step at a time until she was within hearing range to do something she’d never done before. Eavesdrop. Well wasn’t this just the night of firsts.
“Well, if you’d worry a bit more, maybe I could worry a little less,” Jackson spit out and he reached up and ran a hand through his hair, just like she remembered him doing when he was upset when they were in high school. His hair fell down into his blue eyes, and before he could fix it, Scott reached up and tucked it behind his ear again. The gesture was just like a lover would do, but…that couldn’t be right…could it?
“Just take a breather. Why don’t you head home and I’ll close up. Duke had to leave but we aren’t that busy and I can handle any other walk ins. Be ready for me when I get home,” he added in a darker tone that made Haleigh shiver. Jackson’s eyes dropped to Scott’s mouth and his entire demeanor softened. They stood almost at the same height so when Scott grabbed Jackson by the back of the neck and pulled him forward, his lips were at the perfect height. He didn’t lightly peck him on the mouth. He devoured him. Haleigh could see Scott’s tongue briefly before it disappeared between her once upon a time best friend’s lips.
It was literally the hottest kiss she’d ever seen in real life. It was like a hors d’oeuvre of what was to come later. A prelude to what would surely be hot sweaty sex, and orgasms that a fire hose might be needed to extinguish.
Her nipples beaded under her padded bra as she watched Scott pull Jackson’s head to one side. He bit him none too gently underneath his ear, and she heard her friend groan in pleasure as he placed his hands at Scott’s waist. The temperature of her entire body went from mildly aroused to a blazing inferno of need she didn’t understand, and she could feel slick moisture coating the lips of her pussy as the two men’s bodies met flush from their torso’s to their boots.
She didn’t know she moaned out loud, or the fact that she’d had to step forward a few more feet to grip the top of the counter to steady her now shaky legs, until both men looked up and slowly turned their heads toward her. She saw Jackson’s lip pull free from between her piercer’s teeth a moment before they both looked at her, and another moan slipped out before she could catch herself.
Scott looked put out that he’d been interrupted. Jackson seemed a bit glassy eyed and then all of a sudden, what looked like fear slid in front of his face and his eyes went wide. “Haleigh?”
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