Chapter 12
Trey pushed between the overbearing vendors in the alleyway. It was already 2:30 in the afternoon. If he was going to reach Jenn in time to still make the boat’s departure time, he had to hurry. He limped past the entrance to the marina, where there was a large driveway filled with waiting taxicabs, hoping to pick up an American for premium fare.
Trey raised his hand, and one of the vehicles lurched forward, barely missing the curb as it swerved to meet him.
He opened the door and let himself in, carefully situating his ankle below the cracked leather seat of the cab.
“Hola, senor! Where you want to go? I get you there muy rapido!” The woman in the driver’s seat put an arm over the top of the seat, smiling eagerly at him.
Trey held out his phone, with the address for the location typed in. “I need to get to this place as quickly as possible.”
The driver whistled low between her teeth. “You sure, hombre? That’s a rough part of town.”
Trey sighed. Of course it is. “Unfortunately, yes. And I’m pretty pressed for time. Any chance you could step on it?” He held up a $5 bill for her to take.
The driver grinned. “Si, amigo! Muy rapido!” She took the bill and popped her blinker, then surged out into traffic as soon as there was an opening. Trey snatched at the handle above the door. “Shit!” he whispered. Maybe he should have offered another $5 for getting him there in one piece!
When the cab stopped outside the empty warehouse 35 minutes later, a wave of relief surged over Trey’s body, and he slowly unclenched his ass, which had been tightly clenched since the car had first taken off. The driver must have been enrolled in an advanced satellite Formula 1 racing course; not only had she gotten him there 5 minutes faster than his GPS thought possible, she’d also never once so much as scraped a curb or another vehicle in the traffic.
“Are there ever any cabs out here?” he asked breathlessly, undoing his seatbelt.
The cabbie shook her head, her curly black hair bouncing. “Never, senor. You want me to wait?”
Trey pursed his lips. “How much is that going to cost me?”
The cabbie shrugged. “Depends.”
Trey narrowed his eyes, then smiled and reached into his wallet. “How long will this buy me?” He slid a $100 over the top of the seat.
“Amigo, I’d blow you for $100. I’ll wait as long as you want.”
Trey blinked in surprise, shoving his wallet back into his pants pocket. “Uh… rain check?” He opened the car door and stood up unsteadily on his one good ankle. He reached back onto the seat and picked up the black velvet bag, hefting it in his hand.
If I’d known that it would have led to all this…
Trey blew a noisy raspberry through his lips and limped toward the warehouse entrance.
***
Jenn stood up from where she’d sat on the warehouse floor when she heard the car door shut. Trey! It has to be.
Casey stood up as well, but Jenn waved him back into the shadows. “Let me handle this, okay? The last thing we need is for things to turn ugly here. I just want to get back to the ship, back to my vacation, and move past this whole damn thing.”
Casey nodded in understanding, stepping back and pressing up against the wall.
The hinges of the big metal door screeched open, and Trey blocked out the light from outside, blinking in the sudden darkness of the warehouse interior. Jenn blew out a soft sigh of relief. As furious as she still was at him, it was good to see him. He at least had the decency to look supremely worried, if his face and anxious shoulders were anything to go by.
“Trey, I’m here!” she called out, realizing he probably couldn’t see her.
“Jenn?” No denying it, his voice was thick with worry. “Where are you? Are you alright?”
She nodded, then called out, “I’m fine. Everything’s fine; it was all just a misunderstanding!”
Trey took another couple of steps inside, allowing the door to close behind him, then stopped as his eyes adjusted to the dark.
“Jenn!” he called out as soon as he could make her out. His eyes widened as he took her in, head to toe, her backside, feet, and calves covered in mud. “Are you hurt?”
Jenn held her hands out, nodding. “I’m fine.” She hesitated. “I wasn’t sure you’d come, honestly.”
Trey's mouth fell open. “Are you kidding? Of course I came! Why wouldn’t I come for you?”
Jenn twisted a little inside as she thought, Chloe, that’s why. “We can talk about that later. Did you bring the bracelet?”
Trey frowned, his brows furrowing as he looked around. “How do you– Who did this?”
Jenn heard a scrape behind her as Casey shrank further back into the shadows, perhaps seeing the anger in Trey’s eyes. Wise choice.
“That’s not important right now.” She held out her hand for the bag. “Hand me the bracelet.”
Trey stared at her, his frown deepening. “What’s going on?”
Jenn sighed again, this time deeply and audibly. “Believe me, it’s more complicated than it needed to be, and could have been solved with nothing more than an email and a payment request.”
Trey’s face puckered in confusion to the side. “What?”
“Just trust me. Give me the bracelet.” Jenn held out her hand and beckoned sharply with her fingers, impatience gnawing at her insides.
Trey stared at her for another moment or two, then took several limping steps forward and placed the velvet bag in her upturned palm.
Jenn nodded, then turned and walked back toward the shadows and Casey.
“All right, here’s the bracelet. We fucking good after this?”
Casey stood there, the bag balanced on one hand, staring at it dumbly. He glanced up at Jenn's face. “Are you serious? You’re just going to give it to me?”
Jenn nodded. “Yep. And I don’t want to see any more of you after this, got it?”
Casey resumed staring at the bracelet, his face inscrutable. Finally, he spoke. “This went a lot different than I thought it was going to.”
Jenn laughed. “Aren’t we all glad? If it had gone the way you thought it was going to, someone would have ended up behind bars.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
Jenn turned at the sound of Trey’s angry voice. He’d walked up behind her without either of them noticing. He stepped awkwardly around Jenn and swung on Casey, muttering, “Motherfucker!”
“Trey, stop!” Jenn called out.
Casey caught Trey’ wild swing in the ribs. He grunted in pain, but scrambled back, to his credit.
Trey wound up again, his eyes fixed, blazing, on Casey’s face.
Jenn screamed, as loud as she could, as if in pain.
The moment both men’s eyes turned on her, concern and surprise written on both of their faces, Jenn ripped her shirt upwards and freed her breasts from her bikini top. Both Trey and Casey’s eyes went wide, and Jenn achieved her desired effect; they both stopped moving, staring at her breasts as she waggled them slightly from side to side. She’d learned a long time ago that there were few things as mesmerizing to a heterosexual man as a pair of tits in motion.
“Stop, both of you! Trey, this was all a misunderstanding and admittedly bad judgment on Casey’s part, it’s true, but I’m fine, nothing happened, no one’s been hurt, just a little bit unnerved. Let’s all just stop while we’re ahead, okay?” She gave her tits an extra pleading little shake. She couldn’t help feeling more than a little gratified and boosted when both men whispered, “Fuck!” to themselves.
“Now, I’m going to put these away…” She cupped her breasts, squeezing them in her hands, and was rewarded by a quiet moan from Trey, and an undeniable burst of motion from the front of Casey’s shorts. “...And we’re going to talk these things out like adults!”
As Jenn lowered her shirt and fought with her bikini top, struggling to get her boobs back into it, she made fixed eye contact with Trey, who blinked, let his eyes wander back up to her face, and adjusted the front of his pants. “Jesus, Jenn,” he whispered, his eyes glancing at Casey in what Jenn thought might be jealousy. A small pinprick of warmth ignited behind her navel.
“Let’s just chock it up to inexperience and desperation, and laugh about it later, okay? For now, let’s just get back to the ship before we miss the departure.” Finally back in her top, she alternated her gaze between the two men in front of her. “Agreed?”
Casey just nodded, both hands holding the black velvet bag in front of his crotch. Jenn raised both an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth and enjoyed the squirming dance as Casey shifted from foot to foot, trying and failing to hide his new erection.
Now who’s in control? Jenn smiled. She wished, not for the first time, that the board room were as easy to control as a man aroused.
She spoke to Casey. “What was your plan to get out of here? A car? A moped? A bicycle?”
Casey stuttered, still clearly distracted by the memory of Jenn’s breasts in his mind's eye. “I… I wasn’t gonna go back to the ship. I was just gonna hitchhike back to the border.”
Jenn stared at him. “Unbelievable. You’re lucky your plan went to shit, you know that?”
Casey grinned sheepishly. “Probably.”
“I don’t want to see any more of you once we reach the ship,” Jenn repeated quietly. Casey nodded.
“I have a cab waiting,” Trey offered quietly.
Jenn turned to look at him. Trey was staring, arms crossed, fixedly at the door of the warehouse.
He’s angry with me. Are you serious?
“You have no right to be upset with me right now. We’ll talk about this later, but where is this cab?”
Trey pointed with his chin out the door he’d come in. “She should be waiting somewhere close outside.”
“Great! Let’s go. I want to get out of these clothes.”
She heard both men give a sharp intake of breath and tried to hide the smile that dominated her face and her insides.
Trey led the way, limping quietly in the lead. Jenn followed, and Casey quietly brought up the rear.
Trey held the door open for Jenn, but she noticed that he released it before Casey had finished walking through it. She couldn’t fault his anger. Casey had essentially kidnapped her, albeit peacefully.
Trey opened the back door of the cab for Jenn. She brushed as much of the mostly dried mud from her pants and legs as she could, then slid across the seat to make room for him. As he climbed in beside her and closed the door, Casey surprised her by sliding in and closing the door on the other side, his long leg pressing up against hers.
“Are you serious?” Trey said loudly, disbelieving.
“What?” Casey asked as the cab leaped forward.
“Where to?” the cabbie asked, her eyes darting around her as she quickly navigated away from the warehouse.
Trey turned and stared out his window, shaking his head. “Back to the ship.”
“You got it!” Jenn heard the engine putter faster as the woman pushed the accelerator.
“You couldn’t have ridden up front?” Jenn asked, a smile in her voice.
“I– I didn’t think passengers were allowed up front,” Casey said, his face going red.
Trey sighed, but didn’t say anything, staring out the window.
Jenn couldn’t help but smile as she turned to face out the windshield. They rode in silence for several moments, the only sound the rise and fall of the engine as the cabbie wove in and out of the streets on her way to the harbor.
The first hard right turn she made, all three passengers in the back seat lurched to the left, and Jenn had no choice but to throw her hands out to support herself. The only available space were the thighs of the men on either side of her. Trey’s thigh flinched beneath her hand, but he reached his right hand out to support her. Her left hand, in the meantime, landed squarely atop not Casey’s leg, but his half-stiff cock. He tried to shift away, offering quiet apologies, but there was nowhere for him to go. Jenn’s eyes went wide at the feel of him, even briefly, and she swallowed and blinked, fighting a smile. She lifted her hand, but held it out over his leg, rubbing the tips of her fingers together absently.
Jenn turned to look at Trey. “I want this.”
Trey turned to look at her, his eyebrows knitting slightly in confusion. He glanced at her hand, hovering over Casey’s leg, and his mouth opened slightly. Jenn watched his face tighten and wrinkle and could see his mind at work. Finally, he whispered, quiet enough that only she could hear.
“Do you actually want it, or is it just to get back at me?”
Jenn stared at him, her own mind now at work. She couldn’t deny that she was still angry with Trey. Nothing had changed there. But the attraction to Casey predated that by several days. The initial attraction in the library, which she’d tamped down at the time in favor of Trey, had only built in the following days with the chance meetings she’d spent with Casey.
“This is something I actually want.”
Jenn saw Trey swallow slightly, then slowly nod. “Okay.” He didn’t say anything else, simply turned and looked out the window.
Jenn looked at him appraisingly. “You sure?”
Trey nodded. “If it’s something you want, I say go for it.”
Jenn gave his leg a squeeze in thanks, then turned her attention to Casey.
“Hey,” she said, setting her hand intentionally back atop his leg, the shaft of his cock pressing into her palm. Her own heartbeat quickened as she felt the blood surge into the flesh beneath her hand with each one of Casey’s rapid heartbeats. “You remember how I said I didn’t want to see any more of you once we reached the ship?”
Casey nodded, and a swallow made his Adam's apple bounce like a bobber on a fishing line.
Jenn stretched up to whisper into his ear, “Well, we haven’t reached the ship yet, and there are some parts of you I’ve been dying to see more of.” She pressed down with her palm, squeezing his cock between it and his leg.
Casey groaned. Jenn smiled. She was going to enjoy this.