31. Rachel
31
Rachel
I am nervous and excited. Hugo Marquis owns the top three floors of a Chicago penthouse. He has his own elevator and personal doorman. It’s an amazing and strange way to spend mine and Luke’s last day in Chicago . We leave tomorrow, and I’m already missing Evan , knowing I won’t have more days with him and Luke , making love and exploring the city. Desperately , I wish he would return with us, but if our visit has shown me anything, it’s that Evan is happy here. He loves his job even though he works long hours. He gets to be the Evan we know and love and is not having to battle between two versions of himself.
“ What ?” he asks, catching me staring at him. He is casually leaning against the railing at the back of the elevator in his ripped jeans, tight black T -shirt, and cowboy boots, looking sexy as sin.
Reaching up, I run my fingers through his styled hair. It’s funny how both he and Luke labored over their appearances this morning. Evan felt we should wait to do anything physical until we were here, and Luke was in a bad mood because Evan was taking too long in the bathroom. He finally stormed in and started shaving while Evan was in the shower. Meanwhile , I had to retreat to the guest bathroom in order to be ready on time.
“ I love seeing you so happy.”
“ Happy ? I’m nervous as fuck. I mean what have I gotten us into?” he asks with a side glance to Luke whose back is to us.
Luke is standing in front of us, but he looks over his shoulder and says, “ I’ll take care of everything, baby. I promised I would.”
But Evan is happy. Sure , he is as nervous as if he’s about to jump out of a plane with nothing except a parachute, but he’s also excited.
Hugo told us to come to the top floor which is exclusively his studio. When the doors open, bright light streams into the elevator. The three of us step out into a wide-open room with Roman columns, surrounded on all sides by floor-to-ceiling windows. There are stacks of canvases everywhere, benches with paint and pencils, and so many brushes. It looks like an unorganized mess. The natural light pouring down from above undulates like water along the floor. Looking up reveals that a large section of the ceiling is actually thick glass, and the sunlight pouring in is through a pool of water.
“ Is that…?” I start to ask.
“ My pool? Oui , cherie . Having the pool directly above provides an amazing light source.” Hugo Marquis appears larger than life from out of nowhere.
He’s average height, dark brown hair with blond in his beard, and a creepy mustache that’s curled on the ends. He peers at us over round, purple-tinted glasses. His light blue eyes are mischievous and sparkling as if we are his chosen dessert for dinner. He looks refined even though he’s wearing a loose, linen shirt, ripped jeans, and is barefoot. His cream shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest revealing thick, dark chest hair. Hugo’s hands, which are clasped in front of him, do not look like those of an artist. They’re clean, manicured and delicate.
“ S’il vous pla?t , make yourselves comfortable, familiarize yourselves with the space.” He opens his arms wide. “ Today , this is your playroom.”
Evan and Luke are slowly moving away, looking around while I stay planted, frozen in the presence of this man who is as alluring as he is charming. When he reaches an open palm out to me, I take his hand. Gently he plants a kiss on the back of my hand.
“ Ma cherie , you are exquisite.” I blush as he smiles and then moves his gaze down my body. “ May I ?”
I nod, not really understanding what he is asking until he slides his hands over my hips.
“ Exquisite . Voluptuous and so feminine.”
Suddenly a hard body is against my back. “ Hands off her!” Luke commands.
Hugo holds up his hands, laughs, and then winks at me. “ Possessive . Can’t say I blame him. Shall I expect the same reaction if I touch your other pet?” Lazily he gestures in Evan’s direction.
“ You won’t be touching either of them,” Luke tells him in no uncertain terms.
Hugo mockingly growls and then laughs more. “ Spectaculaire !”
Evan is now standing with us. He takes my hand in his, staking his own claim. Hugo looks over the three of us carefully with a sly smile. “ Capturing the dynamic and passion between the three of you…oh mon Dieu !”
His French words roll off his tongue like syrup, smooth and sweet. I’ve always heard that French was the most romantic language, but coming from Hugo , it’s sensual.
He claps his hands together. “ Come , we shall share a drink, to whet the appetite.” We follow him across the room to a wet bar. Three shot glasses are already sitting there next to a bottle of scotch. Hugo pours each of us a shot.
“ Is this supposed to help?” Luke asks doubtfully.
“ It’s supposed to lower the inhibitions.” His eyes scan over the three of us. I notice he pronounces the with a sharp zee sound.
“ Let’s just get this over with!” Luke grumbles and downs his shot, and then slams down the glass.
Evan and I clink our glasses and take our turn. Inadvertently , I hum as the smooth liquor slides down my throat. The sweetness is rich, but it also is smoky. I had no idea that scotch could taste like this. The taste of buttercream frosting lingers on my tongue, and I wonder if Hugo would pour me another glass of this scotch that is probably expensive as hell.
“ Let’s begin, shall we?” He steps backward, opening his arms. “ The entire studio is yours. There is a boudoir to my left, with a bed large enough for the three of you, but you’re free to fuck wherever, however, you would like. Let your desires rule your actions. The lavatory is there. There is lube and condoms, and should you so desire, I can provide various toys.” We follow him as he shows us around the studio. With a sweep of his arm, he references a table set with food. There’s wine, water, cheese, and fruit as well as nuts and other finger foods. “ To keep up your energy.”
“ Where will you be?” Luke asks.
“ Here . You did not want it recorded. It would help me return to the scene and refresh my mind. Nevertheless , I will be here with you. I promise you won’t even realize I’m in the room.”
Luke grunts in disbelief. “ I doubt that.”
“ Unless of course, you’d like for me to join you, which is an offer that is always…how do you say? On the table.”
“ Absolutely not!”
Evan places his hand on Luke’s wrist. “ What Luke means is that we’re exclusive. I told you that wasn’t how this was going to work.”
“ Oui , but it never hurts to offer.” He gives us a sly smile and strokes his beard.
Now I see why Luke doesn’t care for the guy. He’s a cunning fucker. I bet he would love nothing more than to get his hands on my boys. It makes me feel a little jealous and possessive myself.
“ They’re mine,” I tell him. The liquor is already hitting my system.
Hugo’s smile widens as he purrs. “ The kitten has bite. I wish half of my subjects were as passionate as the three of you.”
“ She’s not a kitten. Her name is Rachel ,” Luke corrects. He and Evan move in closer to me.
“ Rachel , je suis désolé … I apologize.” Hugo turns and walks to a long wooden counter lining part of the wall next to the elevator. “ First , I will need to photograph each of you individually.”
“ Photographs ?” I ask.
“ They’re for your individual character studies so that I have a full representation of each of your body types and features. I’ll need body and face profiles as well as full body images front and back.”
I shake my head. “ No , we agreed—nothing that can be put onto the internet.”
Hugo holds up a clunky-looking camera with a rainbow stripe down the center. “ Ne vous inquiétez pas !” When he sees the look on our faces he responds in English , “ Do not worry. It’s a Polaroid camera. The pictures will be instant images, not digital.”
While it makes me feel better, I still would prefer our images to be strictly the unrecognizable paintings.
“ It will help him with his painting,” Luke remarks.
“ It was in the release forms that he would take photos strictly for use in completing the painting,” Evan adds.
“ Are you alright with that?” I ask Evan because his protection is of utmost importance.
“ As long as they won’t leave this studio.”
“ I promise, and that reminds me. Did you send the signed releases? I will send you the images I take today when I’m through with them.”
“ I sent them this morning,” Evan tells him.
“ So shall we continue?”
Luke moves to stand in front of me, shielding me from Hugo . “ Are you sure you’re both good with this? We can always leave now.” I nod, and when he looks at Evan , it’s obvious that he wants this. Luke reaches up and runs his knuckles over Evan’s cheek. “ Okay .” He turns to Hugo . “ What do we have to do?”
“ There is a dressing room through that door. Once you are nude, I need you to stand in front of this wall. I will take your individual photos and then…the space is yours.”
Luke guides us to the dressing room with his hands on the small of our backs. It is elegant with ornate hooks for our clothing and a round leather ottoman. When we are inside, he closes the door.
“ Are you both positive about going through with this?” His cheeks are pink. Damn , he is hot as fuck! Heat blooms between my thighs. Fucking alcohol.
I spread my hands over his chest and slide them over his hard planes and the ripples of his abdomen. The realization about what we are doing gives me levity. I look into his eyes as I palm his cock. It stiffens beneath my fingers. Rising up on my toes, I lick the hollow of his neck causing him to curse under his breath, but his hand cradles the back of my head, gently holding me to him.
The vixen in me is rearing her head. I know better than to drink. It gives me a false sense of power and absolutely makes me feel like a sexual goddess. Dangerous . It’s so damn dangerous. Moving around Luke , I let my hands explore his body. His eyes track me carefully as I move, looking at me as if he’s seeing a side of me he never has. I suppose maybe he hasn’t. Not since the first night we shared with Evan at the White Wolf years ago.
When Evan steps up to him, Luke’s eyes shift to him and away from me. He lifts the hem of Luke’s T -shirt and kisses his lips. Evan bites and pulls on his lower lip, causing Luke to growl. From behind, I reach around and unfasten Luke’s jeans while he and Evan kiss.
They remove each other’s shirts in between kisses. Once I have Luke’s jeans unbuttoned, Evan pushes them down, but he does it slowly. Shifting first one side down and then the other. When they slip below his perfect ass, I squeeze his flesh and sink in my nails.
“ I take it this is a yes,” he says.
Instead of answering, I relocate behind Evan and help Luke remove Evan’s jeans. As they fall to the floor, I snake my hands around and down, but he stops my hands before they reach their destination. He steps away and out of my reach.
“ I’ll go first,” he says. With a deep breath, he shields his cock with his hands and slips out the door.
Luke turns his attention to me. “ I wasn’t sure he would go through with this, but you’ve suddenly morphed into a vixen.” I smile seductively at him because that is exactly how I feel. He unbuttons and unzips my shorts before pushing them off my hips.
“ This means a lot to him, Luke .” I lift my shirt and remove it. “ And what about you? Do you want to go through with this?”
His thumbs slide along the inside edge of my panties. “ I want to experience this with you both, because…”
I smile and unhook my bra. His gaze immediately falls to my breasts. “ Because there is a small part of you that wants to claim Evan in front of Hugo ? Make sure he knows who we belong to.”
Luke’s eyes heat like flames while his brow furrows. “ That obvious?” He takes my breasts in his hands and rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb.
“ Only to me. But I have to admit, I find that very arousing.”
He grunts possessively. “ I don’t think it’s a small part. I’ll claim you both, right in front of the fucker’s face, and he can paint it for the whole world to see. Then he and everyone will know you and Evan belong to me.”
My lips part with my moan, and he takes advantage of the opportunity to kiss me. Our kiss is needy, but all too quickly, he moves his mouth to my ear and sucks on my lobe.
“ Going to claim you hard, little peach.”
EVAN
“ This isn’t going to work if you hide yourself from me,” Hugo says.
I square my shoulders and drop my hands. Expecting a lewd smile from the man, I’m surprised when his face remains serious as he studies my form. Once he snaps the first picture and has me turning around, I feel a little less exposed. I’m wondering what he thinks about what he sees. I’m sporting a semi from kissing Luke , but I suppose the man is about to get an eye full. I thought I would feel the way I did when he caught Luke and me on the gallery rooftop. This doesn’t feel as arousing and taboo as I had anticipated.
When I turn to the side, I see Luke and Rachel approaching. Rachel is hidden behind him, clinging to his arm that he has shielded in front of her. The sight of them nude in a strange place does something to me. Something shifts. I become more aware of Hugo’s eyes on me. Hugo is no longer in control. Luke is, and with him approaching me, my dick to stands at attention.
It’s difficult to explain how powerful it makes me feel knowing Luke wants me, and that I’m the reason he’s standing tall and fully erect. So when Hugo asks for the other side of my profile, I straighten my spine and let down my guard.
When my photos are finished, Luke is next, and then Rachel . Luke still looks serious and defensive. What the hell has happened to Rachel ? She’s glowing. Each movement she makes is fluid and sexy as hell.
Hugo’s concentration never wavers between the two of them. With each photo that ejects from his camera, he throws it on a small table next to him, not even looking over them. Luke hangs close to Rachel , but I stay near Hugo trying to understand what he is seeing, and how he isn’t affected by the sight of my lovers naked and bathed in light. Rachel looks like a goddess, in the white setting with her dark hair and eyes. And Luke ? Luke looks like the golden royal king I always imagine when I really fantasize about him; his gold eyes and blond hair drawing everyone’s gaze to him like a magnet.
“ Join them,” Hugo says as Rachel returns to face forward. “ I’d like a few of you together,” he says to us.
Luke possessively gathers us in his arms, but when we turn to face Hugo , he tells us to ignore him and let our emotions take over. Both Rachel and I look to Luke , but his gaze falls to me. With a glance to my lips, he licks his own and then locks eyes with me.
“ Kiss her.”
I step closer to Rachel and hold her face in my palms. “ Hey , Siren .”
“ Hey .” She smiles, revealing her dimples.
“ You okay because you look delectable?”
She side-eyes Hugo who has moved closer to us with the camera. “ I am.” Taking one of my hands she places it on her breast. “ I want him to see you touching me.”
That revelation sends a spark of arousal that ignites low in my belly. Changing my mind about kissing her lips, I squeeze and lift her breast as I bend down to take her nipple into my mouth. She lets her head fall back and bows her body toward me.
“ Thought you wanted me in control?” Luke murmurs in my ear with his warm breath.
“ I do, but I also want Hugo to see how beautiful our girl is when she’s aroused.” I run my hand down the length of her body. “ Just look at her, cowboy. She’s lit up like the night sky.”
His expression changes. I can see his facade slipping, and when he turns his attention to Rachel , his eyes glimmer with lust and greed. I think he’s finally getting on board with what we are about to do. I need him to, and so does she.
He moves around behind her. She opens her eyes when he caresses her neck. “ So beautiful,” he tells her.
I lick her nipple causing her to shiver. Touching her is an addiction, from the way she feels to the way she responds, I want more every time. My fingers slide between her folds and slip into her slick opening. “ Want me to show Hugo how you purr?”
“ Yes !” she gasps. Luke immediately captures her lips and swallows her reply.
I close my eyes as I suck her hard nipple concentrating on the connection she and I share. I can feel how much she loves our attention and how being here is affecting her. She needs this too. I forget that she has to keep us a secret too. Hell , for four years she’s pretended not to need this, need us. I hate that I’m the reason we were apart.
She’s slick and wet, already in anticipation of what we’re about to do. The sensation of Luke’s fingers sliding along mine stokes the fire we’ve started between us. His gentle touch threatens to unman me. His fingers thrust into her as mine slide out. Her small cry is muffled by his mouth over hers. Gently , I caress her clit feeling it grow under my touch.
Glancing away, I see Hugo watching us, circling us, and taking more damned photos. The fact that he looks as aroused as we are, gives me some sort of sick joy because he can’t have her, or Luke . While it is his choice to watch, I intend on making him wish he were me.
Sliding my hand back, I find Luke’s . We tangle our fingers and touch, conveying how much we want each other. The intimacy draws me deeper into our triad. Together we intend on making Rachel feel like a goddess. When his fingers disappear inside of her, I slide my hand over his and take control, moving his fingers in and out of her. He relaxes his wrist and allows me to take over.
As I kiss along Rachel’s breast and up the curve of her neck, Luke lifts her thigh. Her body opens as she gives us her weight and allows us to pleasure her.
My lips glide up to her ear. “ You know what Hugo sees?”
Breathless , she shakes her head.
I glance up at Luke who seems just as interested in my answer as she is.
“ The most beautiful woman in the world, and the epitome of sensuality.”
She squirms between us, so I push Luke’s fingers deep and hold them there. From the movement of the tendons in his hand, I can tell he’s caressing her tight channel.
“ You going to take us both?” Luke asks quietly against her ear. I don’t think he wants Hugo to hear, but I do. I want Hugo to hear all of it.
Rachel rolls her hips. “ Yes !”
Luke hums his approval and removes his hand, so I spear her with my fingers. Her hips suddenly buck as we work together, stretching her, so she can take both of us. I take her breast in my mouth again as she writhes between us. Luke’s fingers re-enter her, filling her full. With a flick of my thumb, I begin strumming her clit.
“ Do you want us to take you to the bed?” he asks her.
Rachel reaches up and grabs a fist full of his hair while I switch to the other breast. “ Do whatever you want with me,” she tells him. Growling a little he kisses her lips.
I can feel her hum of pleasure as I suckle. Her fingers tug at my hair, and I imagine she’s pulling his hair too. I don’t hear the unmistakable sound of the Polaroid camera anymore, only the sounds of pleasure and kissing from Luke and Rachel . We continue finger fucking her, working her dripping pussy, and massaging her clit.
Nothing . It takes almost nothing to push her over the edge. Her fists clench as her body violently shakes with her orgasm. Somewhere behind me, I swear I hear Hugo curse and murmur, “ Superbe .”
I nuzzle her breast and enjoy the sting of her fingers yanking at my hair. When I feel knuckles under my chin, I look up to find Luke with lust in his gaze. Rachel is leaning against him with her head on his shoulder. Our bodies press against hers, reaching for each other. Her softness is in complete opposition to Luke’s hard angles and strength.
My entire body is set ablaze as his lips find mine, and he pulls me into his orbit. Our tongues tangle between our open mouths, and it feels as if we’re being obscene, performing for Hugo , and reveling in our desires. My head is swimming as all the blood rushes to my groin.
Luke’s fingers take hold of my throat, but I’m not completely aware until he pushes my back against the wall and stares down at me. Rachel is cuddled into his side, kissing his neck. She looks dreamy and sated from her orgasm.
Luke’s chest rises and falls with heavy determined breaths. His eyes study me carefully, and when they slowly close, I know what’s coming.
With a tilt of his head, he stretches out his tongue and runs it over my Adam’s apple. I don’t know what possesses him to fixate on licking me there, but it shakes me to my core. Our lips crash together as do our bodies. He resumes his grip on my throat, heightening my desire. Fuck , how I love when he slips into this dominant role with us. It threatens to bring me to my knees, every time.
Reaching between us, I take our cocks in my hand, that’s still slick from Rachel’s arousal, and squeeze. In response, Luke bites my tongue and grinds his hips against mine. He is as hard as I’ve ever felt him. As I shuttle my fist over our cocks, I rock my hips, desperate to feel more of him.
Rachel’s lips move from behind my ear to Luke’s neck, sucking and nipping at our tender flesh. Her fingers are like the wind dancing across our bodies, reminding us that she is the delicate beauty of our triad.
Luke rests his forehead to mine and locks gazes with me. His breath is hot against my mouth. The room around us, the world spinning in its infinity, disappears and there is only us three. Luke is the center of all of it. He is it for me. The power he wields over me should be unsettling, but I’m a slave to it. With that look in his eyes, he owns me, and I don’t feel the need for anyone, not even Hugo , to understand.
“ You make me want this too,” he admits. “ It’s dirty, Evan .”
I smirk at him. “ So dirty,” I agree.
“ That’s why you love it…” He slides his nose along mine and ghosts his lips over mine. “ Isn’t it, baby?”
His deep voice is erotic as hell. I can still feel the echo of its vibration in my chest. The feeling skirts down over my hips and gathers behind my balls. My hips begin to move with his, and he meets me thrust for thrust as our cocks slide together. The friction is divine.
“ I’m broken,” I confess with a plea for him to somehow still love me.
Luke licks the wet edge of my upper lip. I let my tongue touch his, just a slight taste. His fingers tighten around my neck while keeping his palm from pressing against my throat.
Lifting his chin he gazes down at me with golden eyes. “ Shh , baby. Don’t say that ever again.” His other hand glides through my hair.
My hand stutters, unable to keep a rhythm so I hold and squeeze our cocks together.
“ You’re not broken. You’re mine. Made for me. Made for Rachel . You’re perfect, baby. Absolutely , fucking perfect.”
Weakened by his declaration, I rub my cheek against his like a wounded animal. Needy for comfort. Needy for touch. He captures the lobe of my ear in his mouth. Rachel moans and moves her mouth from his neck to my nipple.
Damn ! Why does that feel so twistedly good? Their mouths and hands roam over my body, making me feel combustible.
Behind Luke , I can see Hugo . He is crouched down, hurriedly sketching on a pad of paper as he glances up our bodies.
Suddenly Luke tightens his grip on my neck. “ Let go, little brother,” he instructs, so I let my hand fall away from our cocks. It’s too soon for either of us to come but fuck, how I want it anyway.
He smacks Rachel on the ass with the flat of his hand. “ Go on, beautiful.”
She slinks past us toward the bed in the middle of the floor behind me. Luke steps forward, forcing me to walk backward. With careful steps, he physically guides my body away from the wall.
“ You going to fuck me, cowboy?” I taunt.
He narrows his eyes at me as the corner of his mouth twitches. “ Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
With a push, I fall back onto the bed. Rachel is waiting, kneeling on the mattress with her hands placed carefully on her thighs. Her breasts bounce deliciously with my landing. Luke leans over and kisses her. This time his kiss is gentle and loving. I don’t know what I love more, the soft side she brings out in him, or the rough commanding side he gives me.