19. Sage
SAGE
I am attracted to two men. Both are attracted to me.
One wants me so that his friend can have me. And I’m growing fonder of his friend. I think, too, that his friend is growing fonder of me.
Perhaps I complicate things by focusing on business. But this situation is already complicated. Maybe I can un-complicate it with a little bit of pleasure.
Here I am at a bar, perched on a stool, drinking bourbon with my two rivals as the bartender services other customers, as my dinner companion rests an elbow against the bar, and as the man who fucked me in my office knocks back some of his scotch, his fingers gripping the glass like he’s going to break it.
Cole stares at me with both hunger and resistance in his eyes. “Did you enjoy your dinner?” It comes out a little tight, like he’s holding back.
“It was terrific. The company more so. But we missed you terribly,” I say with a playful pout, trying to get him to lighten up.
“Did you?” he tosses back at me, a hard edge to his tone.
An edge I want to smooth over. I pat his shoulder. His strong, firm shoulder. “Of course we did. It was awful without you near us, wasn’t it, Daniel?”
Daniel frowns. “It was terrible.”
Cole scoffs. “You two looked quite cozy.”
And that’s why Cole is tense. The man is wracked by envy.
That’s red-hot. A burst of desire ignites in me over the dragon thrashing in Cole.
Daniel arches a brow at his friend. “Oh, are you jealous?”
Cole stares harshly at him and speaks plainly. “Yes. Yes, I am.” Then Cole looks at me, inhaling sharply. “We’re supposed to behave, and yet I’m jealous. Look what you’ve done to me already, Sage.” He bends his head near to me, dragging his nose against my neck, inhaling me.
My pulse thumps.
My heart beats at rocket speed from that admission in front of his friend that there’s already something building between us. Something that I feel, something I’m trying valiantly to deny.
Or perhaps not deny at all.
Daniel cuts in, playful again. “But we talked about you all night, Cole. You have nothing to be jealous of.”
Cole rolls his eyes. “And yet I am.”
The way these two tease each other, the way they know each other is endearing in its own way. I rather love their friendship. That’s another thing I’m attracted to about Cole. The way he and his friend look out for each other.
Cole locks his eyes with mine. “Don’t believe a word you heard.”
I grin, a wide and naughty one. “Too late. I believed it all.”
Daniel lifts his drink. A martini. “So here we are.” He glances around, then takes a sip. “And I have a confession to make.”
“You do?” My eyebrows rise in question.
One look at Cole reveals he doesn’t know about this pending confession from his business partner either.
Daniel sighs heavily and dramatically. “Yes, I do. And it seems now is the right time to tell you both.”
Cole glares at him. “Out with it. Say it.”
The Englishman smiles, full of secrets. “I brought a little something with me tonight.”
That intrigues me to no end. Goosebumps rise against my flesh, spreading all over my body, a rush of anticipation, a hint of dirty wonder. “What did you bring?”
“I’m an optimist,” he answers, by way of a non-answer.
“And so what did you bring?” Cole presses.
Daniel leans a little closer to me. Not so close that we might look tawdry to anyone passing by, but close enough to drop his voice near my ear. “You like it in public, don’t you?”
Cole answers for me with a possessive growl, sliding a hand up my thigh. “She loves it in public.”
I shiver as Cole grips my thigh.
Daniel wraps his palm around my other thigh.
“I thought this might help, then.” He slides that hand up my leg, toward my pussy, where I ache for him—for them .
Where I’m already enwrapped in rabid desire.
My want pulses in my body like a loud, insistent drumbeat.
“You wore a short dress for us,” he adds.
My thighs clench as I admit the truth with a yes ghosting across my lips. The full and filthy truth. “I did. I wore this for you.”
Cole’s hand rises higher up my leg. “For both of us?”
The American’s dark eyes blaze with a thousand fires. I swallow roughly as that heat in him fans the flames in me. “I did,” I say confidently.
“You keep telling me to behave, and yet you wore this skirt, hardly behaving at all,” he says roughly, chiding me.
“I’m a conundrum,” I say, owning it.
“Did you want something to happen tonight?”
“I don’t know,” I say in a breathless whisper as Daniel’s hand glides closer to my center. I pant, and it feels urgent, this sharp ache of desire, so I bite out the truth. “That’s a lie. I did. I did want something to happen tonight.”
“I can tell, love,” Daniel rumbles. “I can feel how hot you are. How wet your pussy is, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I can feel the heat too,” Cole growls. “You want us so much.”
I let my legs part wider underneath the bar. I lick my lips, heady, hazy already. I lift my glass of bourbon, holding it tight as Daniel’s fingertips reach my panties. I set down the glass as he tugs them to the side. In a second, I feel the faint buzzing against my clit.
Holy hell.
He brought a tiny finger vibrator. A silent fucking vibrator, and it’s spectacular as he rubs it against me, against my clit, where I’m dying for him already. The powerful vibrations rocket me to another plane of pleasure just as Cole slides his hand higher up my thigh.
Two men, two hands.
Daniel is leading this time.
And they both seem to want it that way.
I want it that way.
I’m trembling in my very bones as I murmur, “Oh God.”
With those words, all of the tension in Cole’s face unwinds at last, as if he’s been waiting for this. As if he’s been wanting it, craving it, needing it.
My desire.
Seeing his reaction to my pleasure turns me on even more. Makes me long for his words, his hands, his cock.
As Cole’s hand goes higher too, Daniel whispers in my ear, “Shall I stop?”
I turn to the Englishman, my eyes feral, and I issue a warning. “Don’t you dare.”
Cole stares at his friend and speaks sharply too. “You heard the woman. Finish her off. Make her feel incredible.”
As Cole strokes the inside of my thigh, Daniel rubs the toy against my throbbing clit.
Sensations pinwheel through me.
From Cole’s hand gripping my inner thigh.
From Daniel’s masterful control of the vibrator.
I shiver. I shudder. Lust radiates in my bones, camps out under my skin. “Why do you like this, Sage?” Daniel whispers near my ear.
“She’s a glutton for orgasms,” Cole answers. “She can’t get enough of them. I’ve never met someone so orgasmic before.”
My God, I want that. I want to be bathed in orgasms. I want to drink them down. I want to have another, and another, and another.
I groan. Try to hold the sound back in. I can’t though. My body is desperate, craving release like it’s breath.
“She’s so good at coming,” Cole continues. “She loves to come. She loves to be touched. She loves to have all of her body lit up all over.”
Daniel turns the vibrator higher. The pressure and the buzzing are so intense, so delicious I bite the inside of my cheek. I’m seconds away from coming. I’m on the cusp. I’m riding the edge.
Then Cole joins in.
His hand travels up my thigh and slides right underneath Daniel’s hand. He pushes two thick fingers into my hot, wet center, crooking them inside my pussy.
Right as the vibrator reaches its crest against my clit, Cole’s fingers hit my G-spot, and I come like a hurricane.
The biggest, most intense orgasm I’ve had in ages happens here in public at the bar, lashing me like a beautiful storm, waves crashing against the shore, with the bartender no more than ten feet away from me.
I’m biting my lip, clenching my teeth, holding in all the moans and groans in the world.
Finally, when the pleasure ebbs, my shoulders slump and I pant and turn to Cole. “Can we please go fuck in my limo?”