Shadowed in Sunshine (Sinclair Affairs #4)

Chapter 1

Chapter one

“I really don’t think I could’ve done this without you, dear. You’ve been indispensable,” Blanche says with tears welling in her eyes.

Fuck. I hate tears, especially from a woman.

Sighing, I lean in as she reaches for a hug and give her a tight squeeze.

It feels like the end of an era. Tonight is Blanche’s last shift at Rendezvous, for now at least. It’s been a wild few months, and I still catch myself expecting to wake up back at home, feverish and recovering from a terrible illness causing crazy dreams.

She continues her reminiscing as I think back to my life recently.

My uncle died, and my father assumed his place at the head of our family’s business.

My beloved sister married a much older man to fulfill a decades-old contract, falling in love and almost getting herself murdered in the process.

Katarina’s marriage to Henry Sinclair turned all our lives upside down.

His family is huge and getting bigger soon.

Four siblings, if you count their adopted brother, Jack, with spouses and babies on the way. It’s mayhem most of the time.

Ledger and Jack Sinclair own the club I’m standing in, and although it’s not a conventional setup to have your mother step in to run your sex club when multiple employees quit at once, that’s exactly what Blanche has been doing.

After the last floor manager and lighting supervisor were caught in a torrid affair, they and their respective spouses, also employees of Rendezvous, all left.

The floor manager position has been a nightmare to fill, and the Sinclairs have been picky with applicants, trying to avoid a repeat of this colossal shit show.

Finally, though, Jack found Brad via his connections in New York, and not a moment too soon.

With Ledger and Henry’s sister, Margot, due to give birth to twins any day now, Blanche is ready to go back into full grandma mode.

Ledger’s wife, Sloane, isn’t too far behind Margot, so there will be three new Sinclair babies soon.

“Not enough, but a good start!” as Blanche says.

She’s obsessed with having a huge family, and from what I’ve heard, her children all share her sentiment.

I shudder at the thought of what a loud nightmare having a big family must be. I don’t know how Kat survives.

“Do you remember when half of our performers for the winter sports extravaganza had their flights delayed? You had to…”

“Pop a pill and perform for the better part of a twelve-hour shift,” I finish. “Yes, I remember. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. My dick hasn’t been the same since.”

Blanche looks at me with pride, as if we’re not discussing my sexual stamina.

That night was a workout, and not one I ever want to repeat.

What was supposed to be a snowed-in orgy at a ski chalet became me servicing twenty horny women wearing flannel, all by myself.

The chafing alone has put me off fur rugs for a lifetime.

“You were magnificent, darling. One for the record books! Not since my husband’s showing at the 1989 World’s Fair have I seen such peak male performance. You know, my Henry was out there for…”

Before I learn anything else about Blanche’s sex life with her late husband, I’m saved by Brad, who has a clipboard with a list of last-minute questions for her. I sneak back toward the offices as she expounds on the importance of having ice packs on hand at all times.

Grabbing a snack from the break room, I hide in one of the empty offices and consider again how long I’ll hang around here once Blanche is gone.

I didn’t follow my sister when she moved with the intention of becoming an employee of her husband’s family’s upscale sex club.

But when my dad, Ivan, told me to take some time for myself away from our business?

Well, I’d be a fool to pass that up. My first trip to Rendezvous ended with me being drugged and robbed by the woman who murdered my uncle.

Subsequent trips, though, were immensely pleasurable, and when I stepped in to help Blanche with a vendor issue one evening, she declared she was keeping me.

I’ve been an unofficial employee since, although I would say I’ve been working for Blanche, not the club.

At first, it was a mixture of helping her with administrative tasks and filling in as a stunt cock whenever performers didn’t show, but now my play is usually only personal.

I’m pickier now that the novelty of my relative freedom has worn off, and I’m only active a few nights a week, on my own terms. Not that I don’t draw a crowd.

I do. But if a performer’s plane is delayed or someone backs out, I’m not volunteering myself for any more orgy scenes.

I’ve finished almost all my tasks for the evening, and I go back out to say one final goodbye to Blanche.

She tells me she’ll see me soon, and with the gleam in her eye, there’s no telling what she has up her sleeve already.

The Sinclairs have started to welcome me more and more into their family activities, especially now that Henry and Kat are renewing their vows soon.

The redo wedding is next month, so I’ll see everyone there, if not before.

Brad gives me instructions on what to do with the rest of my shift, and I immediately walk away.

Absolutely not. If that’s the way he thinks this is gonna go, I might as well turn in my badge.

Walking back toward the bar, I get my last drink of the evening and turn to survey the dance floor.

I’m considering whether I want to go back to my empty apartment early this evening when a man approaches me and orders two drinks.

He’s shorter than me by a few inches and has a lean build, with a chiseled jaw and a dark mustache.

“My wife asked me to tell you she likes your tattoos,” he says, nodding to a woman seated at one of the high-top tables that line the edge of the room. She’s curvy, with long box braids and a soft smile. “I’m Mark,” he says, shaking my hand and showing off his own blackout work on his forearm.

After downing the rest of my drink, I wink. “Would she like to see the rest?”

It takes less than ten minutes to find an exhibition room that’s free and strip ourselves.

I’m not sure what these two were looking for tonight, but they’ve easily capitulated to me being in charge.

Mark and Melody are kneeling in front of me, wearing nothing but their wedding bands, which shine in the low purple lighting of the room.

I slowly stroke my cock, enjoying the way their eyes dilate and their breaths quicken with desire.

“Melody,” I say quietly. “How experienced are you at sucking cock?”

She smirks, and Mark coughs a soft laugh. “Very experienced, Sir.”

“And you, Mark?” I continue, closing the small gap between us to rub my weeping head across his lips. He greedily licks the precum I’ve given him off his bottom lip before eyeing me hungrily. “Are you also an expert?”

“Better than her, Sir.”

“Let’s have a friendly contest. Melody can suck you off while you suck me. First to finish wins.” Without any further discussion, Mark opens his mouth wide and takes me to the back of his throat, while Melody bends down onto her elbows to go to work on Mark.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I groan, thrusting with abandon since it’s obvious Mark doesn’t have a gag reflex. “That’s a good fucking boy.”

He whines, and I see that Melody has positioned herself on her elbows and knees in front of me, giving all of her attention to Mark and trying her best to make him come.

Can’t leave her out of all of the fun. I reach down to find that she’s dripping for us already and use two fingers to languidly pump in and out of her before adding a third.

“When was the last time you tasted your wife’s cunt?

” I ask, pulling my fingers out of Melody and coating myself with her before thrusting back into Mark’s mouth, pulling a moan from both of them.

She’s spread open in front of me, and the temptation to sink into her is high, but the condom supply is across the room.

I don’t fuck bare, even with the stringent requirements all Rendezvous members meet.

Time to finish Mark off so we can move on to the main course.

Grabbing his throat, I squeeze hard and pull him until I’m to the hilt, and I know he can’t get any air.

“You better come before you pass out. I’m ready to feel your wife’s sweet cunt on my cock, and if you’re a good boy, I might let you in with me,” I growl, and his eyes roll back.

A long, low, animalistic moan vibrates his throat around my cock, and I look down to watch him give a last few desperate thrusts into Melody’s mouth as he fills her.

Tears stream down his cheeks as he gasps once his airway is clear, and I reward him with a hot kiss before tasting him from Melody’s lips.

“You’re both doing so well,” I coo. “Look at the two of you, taking what I’m giving you. So, so good.”

Mark is spent for the moment, propping himself on a cushion to watch as Melody eyes my cock hungrily.

“Is this what you want? You’ve earned it. You did such a good job sucking your husband for me. Look how good you made him feel.”

Melody smiles at Mark before facing me and begging, “Please, Sir. I want it. I’ve been so good.”

I give her a patronizing smile and gesture to the supplies in the corner. “Go get a condom and give it to your husband.”

She does as I say, although I can tell she’s confused. Walking to Mark, I give him one more taste, enjoying the slight twinge of pain he gives me as he grazes his teeth ever so slightly on the underside of my shaft.

“Mark, put the condom on me so I can fuck your wife.”

He slides it on with a firm grip, teasing my balls once he’s at the base and smirking when I slap his hand away. I push him all the way onto his back before guiding Melody over him on all fours.

“Get your husband hard again while I fuck you. How good a job you do will determine how you’re fucked.”

Mark hisses when she pulls his soft, sensitive cock into her mouth, and I sink into her heat in one long, slow glide. Her whine turns into more of a scream by the end, and I lean down to press my weight into her as I start to languidly thrust.

“It’s a stretch, isn’t it? But you’re doing so well.

And he’s already getting hard for you again.

Look how needy he is.” I bite roughly into the juncture of her shoulder and pick up my pace before sitting back on my heels.

She’s gripping me like a vise, and I’m gonna need more from her if Mark’s going to have any chance of fitting.

Pulling her off his cock, I move her up his body until they’re chest to chest. Reaching between them, I rub quick circles on her clit.

“You need to come for me, Melody,” I rasp in her ear. “You need to come for me so your husband can join me in this perfect pussy.”

Mark is fully hard now, thrusting against her clit, and she shatters, coating me and strangling my cock. It’ll be a tight fit, but I’m determined to feel them both.

“What a good girl you are, giving me what I need to make room for your husband. Do you want him to join me? You want to reward him for being such a good boy, and take us both in this hot little cunt?”

They moan, and I waste no time pulling out and guiding Mark in to replace me. I tease her as he slowly thrusts up from beneath her, adding two fingers to stretch her alongside him as she whines. Finally, I position myself over her again as she stills, breathing hard and flushed with sweat.

Placing my head against the underside of Mark’s shaft, I push down until I’m able to pass the initial resistance of her opening.

Fuck me. Double vaginal is a treat, but it’s easier when at least one of the men is less well-endowed.

Melody’s a trooper, and as she begins to shake from the pressure of the stretch, I tell her so.

“Look at you, taking two cocks in one hole. What a good wife you are, letting your husband slut you out like this.” I feel the moment she relaxes, and I slide all the way in to join Mark in her heat.

Even with a condom on, I can feel the ridge of his shaft and the softness of the head of his dick.

Giving her just a second to breathe, we begin to thrust.

Losing myself, I ignore everything but pleasure as we thrust and writhe. The stimulation of Mark rubbing against me while Melody squeezes is almost overwhelming. Bending over, I give Mark a sloppy kiss while Melody groans into his shoulder. “I’m close.”

She gives us that warning before begging. “Please. I’m so close. I need to be full. Please!”

Placing a hand around Mark’s throat again, I slow my thrusts and stay deep. “Do you hear that? Your wife wants to be filled. Are you ready to give that to her so she’ll come on both of our cocks? I want to feel it. I want to feel your hot cum coating me so I can add mine to it.”

His pitiful nod lets me know he’s ready.

“Go ahead, then. Be my good boy and come.”

That’s all it takes to set off a chain reaction.

Mark and Melody come almost simultaneously, in tune after years of being in love and on the same page.

As she squeezes and Mark coats us all in his warm release, I let myself go and roar my own release into the condom.

I briefly wish it wasn’t there, and I could feel the mess of her cunt full of our cum, but it’s good regardless.

I’ve never been horny enough to make that mistake, and I’m not starting now.

Spent, we pull gently out of Melody as she hisses, then curls up sleepily on Mark’s chest. I pull on my boxers, then hand him a blanket to cover themselves with and press the button to change the glass partition from transparent to opaque.

We apparently drew quite a crowd, and it’s a testament to our chemistry that I didn’t notice them at all.

Mark wraps Melody up and shakes my hand before pulling me down for a soft kiss.

I give her a peck on the forehead and thank them for a special evening before grabbing my things.

Glancing back as I head to the office to change, I see her gazing at him with a look of pure adoration as he leans down for a lazy kiss.

Briefly, I wonder what it would be like to have someone in my arms afterward, without worrying about when they expected me to leave.

Shaking my head, I clear my thoughts and file that away.

There’s no room for that in my life. Too much baggage, too much danger. Not worth the trouble.