CHAPTER 11 #2
On the other hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d reacted to seeing Cav sucking my cock in my bed.
I’d purposely gone in there in the hopes that she’d wake up.
I had needed to see her reaction, to know she was okay with what was clearly going to happen between me and Cav.
When she had shifted closer so she could watch, I’d damn near come right then.
Afterward, the three of us had relocated to my living room, chowed down on pizza, and watched a movie until Jamie once again dozed off.
When I noticed Cav doing the same, I moved her back to my bed, where Cav and I slipped in beside her.
I couldn’t remember a night I’d slept quite so soundly.
I certainly hadn’t slept that well since.
Cav smiled. “Heather’s a go-getter. Extremely eager. Probably take her a little time to settle in, realize how demanding this job can be.”
“And Lance?”
“I can’t get a good read on him yet. But we’ll figure it out in time.”
Another knock sounded, and I called out for the new arrival to come in.
Jamie opened the door, and Cav instantly went to his feet. I smiled up at her. “Come in. Shut the door, please.”
She stepped inside, but she wasn’t smiling.
“Everything all right?” Cav asked her.
Jamie rolled her eyes, and a small smile turned up the corner of her mouth. “My brother can be an idiot at times.”
That he could.
“Is that what brings you by?” Cav inquired. “You came to talk to Zeke?”
“I did,” she confirmed, her eyes moving between us.
The look on Cav’s face was one of disappointment, but it disappeared quickly.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly, moving toward her.
In a move that spoke of ease and practice, Cav enveloped her in his arms before planting a kiss on her mouth.
“Mmm. You smell good.”
Jamie smiled up at him, pure sunshine. “I was thinking the same about you.”
I remained relaxed in my chair, observing their interaction.
I had to force myself not to think about strapping her down to my desk while Cav and I double-teamed her right here in my office.
It was bad enough I continued to think about the other night, about how beautiful she’d been as Cav made her come with his tongue.
I exhaled sharply, forcing the thought away. “I was wondering if you’d like to come down to Dichotomy tonight.”
“Tonight?” Her expression said she was surprised by the invite. “I … uh … actually have plans.”
“To study?” I asked with a grin.
She chuckled. “No. I’m hanging out with my best friend Tiffany. Girls’ night in.”
“Ah.”
“But I’m here now,” she added with a grin.
True.
She was.
My eyes darted to the door.
And so was Zeke, just a few feet down the hall.
Hmm.
What to do, what to do.
Jamie
I hadn’t expected to see Edge when I told Zeke I was heading to the Chatter PR offices.
Getting to see Cav as well only made it an even better outing.
I hadn’t had the opportunity to see either one of them since Wednesday morning, after they treated me to breakfast, then took me back to my apartment.
Although I’d been hoping to spend some time with them, my schedule hadn’t permitted.
When I wasn’t at school, I was at my apartment, furiously typing away.
Although I’d been dreading writing my dissertation, there was so much information in my head that I hadn’t been able to ignore it.
So, I’d started making detailed notes and doing more research.
I’d been so busy, in fact, I had declined Tiffany’s invitation to a Halloween party. And though she’d been disappointed, I had promised to make it up to her tonight. To go along with it, I’d also decided it was time to spill my guts and get my best friend’s take on the situation.
Which meant declining the offer to visit the club was my only option.
However, as I stood there in Edge’s office with both men staring at me like I was dessert and they hadn’t eaten all week, I was wondering exactly how any of us would be able to wait until the next opportunity presented itself.
“Well, I have an idea,” Edge stated.
I lifted my eyebrows, waited.
“Do you have anywhere you need to be?” His gaze shot up to the clock on the wall. “For the next hour?”
“No.” I glanced between the two men.
“What’s your color, sweetness?”
It took a second for the question to register, but once it did, I grinned. “Green.”
“Are you open to playing?” he asked.
“Here?” I inquired, trying to hide my surprise. “Now?”
“Yes.”
“Uh…”
“If you are, then lock the door.” Edge steepled his fingers. “Otherwise, have a seat and we can chat.”
I watched him momentarily, a little surprised by the option. When my feet got with the program, I turned back to the door and flipped the lock, setting my purse down on a small bookshelf.
“Are you sure you wanna play?” Cav asked. “Took you a minute there.”
“Positive,” I assured him with a chuckle.
“Then let’s play, sweetness,” Edge said firmly.
Admittedly, I liked the idea of playing with them. Although I had enjoyed getting a glimpse into some of the rules and protocols, this was what I wanted more of. Fun.
“Have a seat,” Edge said, motioning toward the leather sofa that was positioned on the other side of the room from his desk.
Cav perched on the corner of Edge’s desk as I moved around the coffee table cluttered with magazines.
Like my brother’s office, Edge’s was large and open, with floor-to-ceiling windows lining one entire wall. The decor was modern, very similar to Edge’s luxurious apartment, with a monochromatic color scheme. It was tastefully done, and there was no stuffy, executive feel to the space.
I took my seat on the sofa, crossing my legs and leaning back. Getting comfortable. Or as comfortable as I could considering the circumstances.
“I have a meeting to attend in an hour, but until I have to leave, I thought we’d play a game,” Edge said, rising from his chair to move closer to where I was.
Both Edge and Cav took a seat in the black leather armchairs opposite me.
“I was thinking This or That, with a twist.” Edge’s smirk said he was enjoying the memory from the other night.
“I think that could be fun,” I said honestly.
“I don’t know how you play it,” he explained. “So I’m going with my own rules. As the name implies, you’ll select which you prefer: this or that. I’ll provide one option and Cav’ll provide another. You have to decide between the two.”
“Very similar to truth or dare,” Cav said, “only you get to know what you’re selecting beforehand.”
Made perfect sense to me.
“We’ll do three rounds. Each round, you’ll have exactly one minute to answer. If what you choose happens to be a command, you’ll have one minute to complete your task, unless you’re required to carry it out for longer.”
That sounded interesting. I couldn’t imagine there was much that could be done sexually in sixty seconds. Then again, I knew both of these men were very creative in that department, so I wouldn’t put anything past them.
“For the purpose of this game, I will be This and Cav will be That. Do you understand the rules, sweetness?”
“I do.”
“Good girl.” Edge leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over his knee. “First option. Remove your panties, lift your skirt, then place your feet flat on the cushion, knees spread wide so Cav and I can have an unobstructed view of your pussy.”
My sharp inhale sounded so loud in the room. I honestly hadn’t expected that sort of request. And while it had shocked me, it did turn me on.
“Or,” Cav drawled, “you can tell us in explicit detail about the last time you masturbated.”
“Oh.” I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. Both options were intense.
“You have one minute to decide.”
Knowing both options would likely please them immensely, I wasn’t sure I could give them that sort of detail without bursting into flames. “I choose This.”
Edge smirked. “Very well, sweetness. Show us your pretty pussy.”
My belly quivered as I pushed to my feet after sliding my shoes off.
I tried to pretend they weren’t sitting there watching me as I slipped my panties down my legs.
When I had opted to wear the long, flowing skirt that morning, I hadn’t done so knowing this might be on the agenda.
However, it was proving to be a rather appropriate choice of clothing.
I was breathing hard by the time I situated myself on the sofa, my feet flat on the cushion, ankles pressed against my butt. I spread my legs wide, noticing the draft against my most intimate parts. I watched both men as I slowly raised the skirt, giving them an unobstructed view of my pussy.
I probably would’ve been embarrassed if it weren’t for the way they were looking at me. As though I were the most desirable woman on the planet.
“Very nice,” Edge praised. “You’ll remain just like that until the game is over, unless instructed otherwise.”
I laughed, my modesty kicking in. “You said one minute.”
Cav smirked. “I specifically recall him saying unless otherwise specified.”
I fought the urge to pout.
“Round two,” Edge said gruffly. “Tell me the one thing you’re hoping to experience while in the club.”
Okay, first option wasn’t too bad. I mean, it did leave me in a very vulnerable position, but it required me to follow directions. This would require me to think.
“Or,” Cav said with a smirk, “you can tease your clit while we watch.”
I was noticing a theme here. One I’d been giving significant thought to this week.
While it didn’t seem they had a problem with doing wicked things to me, it was as though they weren’t willing to allow me to do wicked things to them.
After all, I had merely been a bystander the other night when Edge ordered Cav to suck his cock.
I’d wanted to participate more than I expected, but had refrained from making the suggestion.
Figuring they might need a push in the right direction, I opted for the one that would increase the heat in the room.