The Night Service #2

Chapter One

Callie rolled over, still asleep, and Ryan pulled her into his arms. He was trying to make sense of the last twenty-four hours.

He loved Callie. But what had he done? He had invited Damian into their bed.

He had encouraged it and reveled in it. Would Callie be mad?

How could he admit he had enjoyed something so sinister and wrong?

How could he be in love with Callie yet still want Damian?

Nothing he felt made sense, and he was terrified by the night they had just shared.

Damian had slipped away quietly after they had fallen asleep, leaving Callie and Ryan alone. But they had spent almost the entire night together, ravishing each other, then collapsing from exhaustion only to do it all over again once they regained their strength.

Ryan had enjoyed it. He had enjoyed being with Callie.

He had enjoyed watching Callie with Damian, and then he had enjoyed being with Damian.

This was what he was struggling with. He wasn’t gay.

Why was he attracted to another man? He wanted to tell himself that including Damian was for Callie’s benefit, but that wasn’t true. It was for Ryan’s as well.

He felt he needed to get out of the room.

The shame and regret of the night were starting to consume him, and he worried he’d hyperventilate if he didn’t leave the bed immediately.

He rolled over and checked the time. It was early, but not too early to go to work.

He moved away from Callie, careful not to disturb her, and headed to the shower.

A few minutes later, he was showered, dressed, and rushing to leave the apartment.

He didn’t bother calling Marco for a ride.

It was a short walk, and by the time Marco woke and came to pick him up, he’d be in the office.

As expected, the office was empty when he arrived, and he was grateful for that.

He needed to clear his head and not think about the night before.

But each time he tried to focus on his emails, he was pulled back to memories of the intense satisfaction he felt and the erotic images of the experience.

He was torn between disgust with himself and arousal as he longed for more.

He refocused on his emails and saw one about Damian’s case.

Finally, his attention was drawn back to his work.

The email confirmed they had a court date.

It was still a while off, but at least the judge agreed to hear them.

He began drafting instructions to send back to the team.

Although he knew the junior lawyers working on this were fully capable, he wanted to make sure no mistakes were made.

There was too much at stake; he had to ensure Damian was cleared.

As he compiled the extensive list of what needed to be done, Callie messaged him, asking where he was.

He sent a quick reply confirming he was at the office because an urgent matter needed attention.

It was only a half-truth. Yes, Damian’s case was a priority, but they had time and the situation wasn’t urgent.

An hour later, Callie knocked on his door and let herself in.

She walked over and kissed him. He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her.

It felt right, holding her close, just the two of them.

He tried to convince himself that was how it should always be.

He wanted to erase what had happened and go back to just them.

But his memories betrayed him, reminding him of how he had enjoyed… He pushed it away again.

“You left so early,” she complained, kissing him once more.

“I’m sorry,” he replied, though he wasn’t sure what else to say.

“Are you OK?” Callie asked, picking up on his mood.

“Yeah,” he lied, offering a forced smile. “Just tired. We didn’t sleep much last night.”

“No, we didn’t,” she grinned.

She seemed very satisfied and comfortable with what they had done.

That made sense. She was more experienced and more adventurous.

He wished he had the same confidence. He hated feeling weak and out of control, and since meeting Callie, he had felt that way often.

He had finally thought he was back on track.

He was becoming comfortable with some of the more peculiar things that turned him on.

He liked to watch. Seeing Callie in that complete state of pleasure was the most erotic moment of his life, even though he wasn’t the one giving her satisfaction.

He was even intrigued by the idea of being watched.

They were growing bolder in their public displays of affection.

But then Damian happened. He tried once again to push those thoughts from his mind.

“What are you working on?” Callie asked.

Ryan was suddenly pulled back into reality by a jolt of panic. Damian hadn’t told Callie that Ryan was appealing his case, and it wasn’t Ryan’s place to reveal that.

“Highly confidential,” he tried to joke as he closed his screen before she could read the file.

“OK,” she laughed, getting to her feet. “I’ll leave you to your work. I hope to see you later.”

Ryan assured her she would. She left him with his work and his thoughts.

He was relieved she hadn’t mentioned Damian in the plans for later.

He opened his computer and sent Caleb a note asking him to update Damian on his case.

It was a strange request, since all communication with Damian up to that point had come from Ryan.

Ryan hoped he wouldn’t offend Damian, but he wasn’t ready to see or talk to him again.

Callie left Ryan’s office troubled. She knew something was off.

Ryan had said he was fine, but she could tell he wasn’t.

She would force him to talk about it later.

Ryan was conflicted, and Callie understood why.

He had always lived a very conservative life until he met her.

He was starting to admit what he liked and had initiated what had happened the day before. But had he intended it to go that far?

Damian had texted her several times, asking how they were.

She assured him she was fine but confessed Ryan seemed off, even though he wasn’t admitting it.

Damian agreed to give Ryan space. He had been in this situation before.

He had been with several other couples where the man was curious, but it had always been for pay.

He had never had a threesome with a real connection and attraction.

He had admitted in his text that, as much as he was attracted to Callie, he had felt something between him and Ryan as well.

He would never have acted on it if he hadn’t thought Ryan wanted it too.

But what Damian misjudged was just how conservative Ryan was, and now Callie needed to find a way to make sure Ryan didn’t regret what he did.

It was already complicated enough for Ryan.

His family had just learned that Ryan’s father, Lawrence, was the one who had assaulted Callie.

They discovered he had been hiring prostitutes to satisfy his sick desire to abuse women for sexual pleasure.

This also revealed Callie’s past employment to Ryan’s entire family.

Although she had put that behind her with Ryan’s help, his mother now knew.

Callie was the reason everything was exposed, and Ryan’s parents’ marriage ended.

George Harrington called Callie into his office and assigned her several tasks.

The work ran past lunch, and she didn’t have another chance to see Ryan until the end of the day.

She waited for him as he finished his work, but when she thought they were the last in the office, she decided to go find him.

He was still at his desk, working on his computer, when she opened his office door.

He looked up and smiled, but she could tell it was forced.

She approached him carefully. She wasn’t sure what he was feeling, and she didn’t want to make it worse.

She closed his laptop, pushed it aside, and positioned herself between Ryan and his desk, leaning slightly on it to face him.

“Is everything OK?” Callie asked, searching his eyes for the truth.

“Yes,” he confirmed, but she didn’t believe him.

He slowly ran his hands up her legs and under her skirt, stopping at her thighs. He stood and gently lifted her onto his desk as he kissed her.

“I’m good,” he whispered in her ear as he gently kissed her neck.

His hand moved higher up her skirt and rested softly between her legs.

She was tired from the night before, but his hands on her quickly ignited her desires.

He continued to kiss her neck and shoulder, then he unbuttoned her blouse and paid his attention to her breasts.

She groaned, and he carefully pushed her back so she was lying on his desk.

Her blouse was open, and he unhooked her bra.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers as his other hand found its way between her legs again.

She was completely lost in desire when he slipped her panties off and started to pleasure her with his mouth.

She shuddered as her orgasm started, and he undid his pants and took her.

He was ready for her and was slow but forceful, groaning louder with each drive.

His movements became more urgent as he got close.

Their moans became louder, and Callie tried to stifle her last cry as she came hard again with him still pulsing inside her.

Ryan collapsed above her, carefully holding himself up on one arm so as not to crush her.

He was grinning at her, with a hint of triumph in his eyes.