Chapter 23 #2
As the elevator dings, he wraps an arm around my waist. “My other best friend.”
The doors open, and my eyes slowly drift over to see a familiar-looking, devastatingly handsome, bright blue-eyed, brunette man in a charcoal suit standing there with a devilish smile—as though he were waiting for us.
“Lucy, I’d like you to meet Cameron Crueller.”
Cameron’s eyes rove unabashedly down my body as we exit the elevator. He sticks out a hand. “Nice to finally meet you, Lucy. I have to say, your Iconic photos are beautiful, but nothing compared to the real thing.”
There’s a slight accent to his cadence—Texan, maybe? And he’s gentle as he shakes my hand. Lawson seems unbothered by his forward compliment. “Nice to meet you, too.”
He looks like a guy from a TV show my mom used to watch—the brother-in-law of a woman who ends up working at a happy-ending massage parlor when her husband leaves her suddenly.
He’s handsome and charming without seeming to put in too much effort.
And as he and Lawson greet each other, my mind goes wild with the image of them together—because I know that Lawson and Cameron have had a threesome with Jules and likely other women, too.
Would I have slept with Cameron if he’d been the one to take the Executive Director position like he was supposed to? I’m slightly ashamed to admit that I probably would have. Guilt courses through my body, but Lawson tucks me into his side like he can sniff it out like a dog with a bone.
“It’s okay if you’re attracted to him,” he whispers into my ear as we follow Cameron to the hotel restaurant. “It will make tonight go a lot smoother.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, body jolting in surprise with his suggestive purr.
But Lawson and Cameron fall into a conversation about New York while we wait to be seated, not exactly ignoring me, but I suspect they’re having a deeper conversation—one I don’t follow—from the intensity of how they stare at each other.
Lawson is only into women. And I know Cameron swings both ways but prefers women. Even though he doesn’t mind being intimate with men, I also happen to know that regardless of their shared experiences, the two of them have never been intimate with each other.
So, I stand between them, utterly confused about what the hell is happening.
To add to my confusion, the hostess leads us to a curved booth in the back of the dimly lit restaurant, away from the majority of prying eyes. When she goes to set the menus down on the black and gold marbled surface of the table, Lawson waves them away and shakes his head.
“We’re just having drinks.”
Earlier, he told me specifically not to snack in the spa so I could save room for later. I thought later meant a delicious meal, but evidently, it means two whiskey neats for them and a shot of Patrón for me—which addles me further because Lawson doesn’t like it when I drink.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” He’s smiling like he’s admiring a prized mare he’s about to buy.
I look past Cameron, trying to see the woman who caught Lawson’s attention. My cheeks grow hot with rage at the callousness with which he speaks about another female in front of me.
Cameron chuckles, leaning into me, his cerulean blues lit up with mirth. “Absolutely adorable. But are you sure you’ll be able to share this one, Law?”
Wait, what?
Me?
They’re talking about me?
Holy shit. They’re talking about me!
“I’m sorry. W-what?” I manage to stammer.
A shiver runs down my spine, making me extra aware of the added piece of jewelry Lawson so generously gifted me this morning. Cue na?ve, young Lucy, because how the fuck did I miss all the signs?
Cameron flashes me a devilish smile as Lawson comments, “She finds you attractive. You should have seen how eager she was to work for you the first day I took over.”
My head snaps to him in astonishment. “Hey!”
Cameron laughs, his gaze turning to his friend. “Even so. Something tells me you want to keep this one. Can you live with that?”
“Do I get a say in whatever you two are talking about?” I huff, irritated that they’re talking about me like I’m not even here.
“No,” both men answer simultaneously in authoritative tones that instantly create heat between my legs.
“It’s what she wants. I trust you to be respectful.”
“Are you pimping me out?” I ask incredulously.
Cameron’s gaze finds mine again. “No, Lucy. He’s not pimping you out. He’s trying to make one of your fantasies come true. ”
“And what exactly is that?” I’m annoyed that Lawson didn’t bother to ask if I’m okay with whatever it is they’re talking about. With whatever they’ve clearly discussed beforehand.
Lawson leans closer, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear as Cameron reaches beneath the table, slipping past the slit in my skirt to find the skin just above my knee. “You’re going to get fucked by us both tonight, rainbow.”
A gasp escapes my throat as he kisses just below my ear. Cameron slides his hand upward, pushing my skirt up as his fingers dig into the flesh of my inner thigh. My eyes dart around the restaurant, but there’s no one in the booths around us.
No one nearby to watch as these two men fondle me like I’m their plaything. No one to see my eyes roll back in my head when Lawson grips my chin and devours my lips as Cameron’s hot breath ghosts over my shoulder, placing a chaste kiss on the suddenly sensitive skin.
Lawson’s hungry, gravel-filled words caress my lips. “You’re going to do exactly as we tell you. Tonight, you’re our little fuck doll. You’re going to take every inch of both of us at the same time, and you’ll say, ‘ Thank you, sir. More, please, sir.’ Won’t you, rainbow?”
Holy fuck.
I’m speechless.
My breathing becomes labored pants as Cameron’s finger traces the seam of my center over my underwear. “She’s already fucking soaked. What a good little toy, all ready to be used up.”
Lawson swallows my moan as Cameron strokes me softly. A man I just met ten minutes ago is already playing my body like a fucking instrument, and in public, no less.
“The decision is yours, Lucy. I wanted to gift you your fantasy, and there’s no one I trust more than Cameron,” Lawson whispers between kisses.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Cameron continues as Lawson’s tongue sweeps against mine, dominating my mouth as he rubs against my clit.
“But if you say yes, we’re going to take you upstairs, and by the end of the night, you’ll be so thoroughly wrecked that you won’t remember your own name. ”
What the fuck do they put in the water in New York?
Lawson pulls back, staring at me with so much hunger in his eyes. One of his hands wraps in my hair, the other flicking a thumb over one hardened nipple. “It’s your call, rainbow. You’ve been fulfilling my fantasies since your graduation night. It’s time I satisfy one of yours.”
The storm clouds that usually reside in his eyes are deep and dark—a maelstrom of intense lust and desire.
“Would you be okay with sharing me?” I ask, even though he’s initiated everything. I’ve heard things like this can make or break couples, but are we even in a relationship?
“I want you to have every experience I didn’t get at your age, Lucy. I don’t want you to regret a single thing regarding us.” His words hint at a future—at least, that’s how it feels to me.
Turning my head, I meet Cameron’s intense blue gaze as he continues to stroke the apex of my thighs.
Lifting a hand to brush my fingertips along his clean-shaven cheek, I bravely cup his chin and draw him closer.
He kisses harder than Lawson, and his lips are thinner but no less enticing.
He tastes like the whiskey in his glass and smells like a spicy, sweet soap.
As we part, I look back at Lawson. “Okay.”
The vortex of emotions in his eyes unfurls just as Cameron draws a small orgasm from me and groans into my ear, “This is the first of many, little Lucy.”
The next five minutes are a blur, from leaving the restaurant, entering the elevator, and returning to the hotel room.
The door isn’t even closed behind us before Lawson and Cameron are working in tandem to remove my dress, my heels, my bra, and underwear—which I’m pretty sure Cameron rips as he yanks them down with his teeth while undoing the buckle of my heel.
“Looks like you already got her started, didn’t you, Lawson?” Cameron grips my butt as he stands, sliding his fingers through my dripping center to touch the plug still lodged firmly in my ass.
I whine as Lawson rips his mouth from mine as we both unbutton his dress shirt.
“We’ve been training all week,” he murmurs before claiming my lips again.
Cameron grips my chin from behind, pulling my head away from Lawson so he can take my mouth for himself. “What a lucky girl you are, little Lucy. With two men just dying to fill you so full, you’ll ache for us when you’re empty again.”
A strangled moan passes between my swollen lips. My breath comes in harsh, ragged puffs as Lawson rids himself of his pants before dropping to his knees. “Just wait till you taste her, Cam. Best fucking thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of devouring.”
“I can’t fucking wait.” Cameron chuckles in my ear as Lawson’s mouth closes over my clit, sucking softly as he pumps two fingers into me. I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing. My body is wound so tightly I’m not sure I will last long at all between these two God-like men.
Lawson looks up at me from the space between my legs, so much tenderness shining in his eyes as he watches me take pleasure from him. I tangle my fingers in his hair, messing up his perfectly styled coif as I undulate my hips against his face.