19 - Jocelyn
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JOCELYN
I served dinner in high heels and fishnet stockings, attached with garter belts to the hottest two-piece teddy I could find. It left my midriff bare, my tits pushed together in a one-size-too-small bra that made my cleavage look utterly fantastic against the lace trim. Everything was red, the color of lust. The color of heat, and blood, and outright war, because in my last night here with these men, I intended upon battling for the most fun I could possibly fucking have.
My menu was rife with choices, but very little of them involved food. I put on some music then served them a round of beers while they relaxed on the couch, strutting around so they could get a good look at every part of my outfit. Then, holding out three handwritten menus, I presented them with their choice of appetizers. Andre and Bishop ordered lap dance blowjobs, as I figured they would. Kayden ordered a dripping hot, ten-minute make out session, so I straddled him first, lowered my lips to his, and made the others watch.
It was still somewhat incredible; doing all these intimate things in front of others. Though the three of them had had sex with me in every corner of this wonderful place, the thrill of grinding my ass into a rapidly hardening lap, while making out in front of two other hot men, dying to get their hands on me — hadn’t lost the slightest bit of novelty, or excitement.
Kayden and I kissed so much we lost our breath, our hands roaming freely, and by the time our ten minutes were up he was hard enough to cut diamonds. I patted his hard-on consolingly, winked at him, then dropped to my knees and blew both his friends to completion. Ten minutes later, with my own appetizers now warming my belly, I strutted back to the kitchen and got everyone a fresh round of beers.
The night was beautiful, the air fragrant with the earthy, floral scent of the island itself. The pool beyond the glass doors glowed a deep blood red, a lucky match to my outfit, as a gentle breeze blew in from the atrium. I let the boys order the main course, which was of course BLT’s. It was the one dish I knew Kayden and Bishop totally loved, and I was willing to bet Andre did, too. Not to mention I was good at making them.
With the music playing and the boys sated and happy on their couches again, I smiled to myself and drank deeply from my own glass of wine. I’d planned everything perfectly. Everything except the perils of frying bacon in lingerie, which proved intermittently painful, messy, and—
“Here.”
An arm slid around me from behind, as a warm body pressed into my back. I twisted halfway, and found Kayden holding out a glass lid that fit perfectly over the pan.
“Ah,” I chuckled. “Thanks.”
“No,” he murmured. “Thank you .”
“For what?” I mused, waving him off. “For dinner? Please. It’s the least I could—”
“No, Joce,” he breathed, his voice soft and meaningful. “For everything.”
I turned to face him more fully, as the bacon sizzled behind us. Kayden’s hand slid to my hips. He smiled beneath his well-trimmed beard, as his eyes met mine.
“You made this week amazing for us,” he said gently. “In all sorts of ways, obviously. But mostly, by just being here. Reminding us of home.”
“Same,” I murmured back, scanning around. “This place is like a dream, though,” I sighed. “It’s like we’re still kids, playing house together, only in the most perfect place imaginable. It… it doesn’t feel real.”
“It’s real,” he assured me. The hands on my hips gave me a squeeze. “ This is real.”
My gaze slipped down for a moment. I batted my eyelashes. “Is it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m worried.”
His eyes softened, in a way that made my heart melt. “Worried?”
“Worried that things might be different. That they might change.”
Kayden tilted his head, slightly. “You don’t want them to change?”
“No. Yes.” I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Joce—”
“I’m worried about this, too,” I said, motioning around. “You’re hosting some weird, secret party you can’t even tell me about. And Bishop is suddenly a chef? I know that’s not true. It makes no sense.”
I slid my hands over his, and looked up at him pleadingly.
“I’ve asked Andre, and he keeps changing the subject. And the scary part is Bishop won’t say a word about it. Do you know how hard it is to shut Bishop up? He runs his mouth all the time!”
“Oh, I know.”
“He talks about everything . Everything except this.”
Kayden’s eyes abruptly shifted. He reached behind me, grabbed the pan, and shook it to keep the bacon from sticking.
“Sorry. Chef thing.”
I shook my head, disinterested. “You’re changing the subject, aren’t you?”
His cobalt blue eyes were back on mine now. They were looking through me, into me. Melting my resolve.
“Jocelyn, this is a temporary gig. It’ll be over fast. And when it is—”
I kissed him, stealing his words away, ending whatever it was he might’ve said. Maybe I was afraid of what he was about to tell me. Or maybe I just didn’t want to know.
“Forget it for now,” I said, placing a finger against his lips. “Another time.”
Gently yet firmly, I pushed him away. He went reluctantly, his eyes lingering on my thong-covered ass as I playfully spanked it.
“Now get back to the couch, before I burn the bacon.”