Beautiful Rose (2 page)

"How are you?" She plopped herself down as though it had taken all of her energy to do so, and then she sighed loudly.

I cocked my eyebrow, knowing she was hinting for me to ask her how she was. "Yeah, good. You? How's work?" I asked with a smirk, pretending I actually gave a shit. This was why I was so suited to bar work. I could fake interest in any conversation.

"Okay," she sighed. "I can't wait till this place picks up so I can work here."

My eyes widened. What? Her working
here
?

No. Fucking. Way.

I'd seen her waitress long enough to leave me wondering how in hell she held down a job. Seriously, this girl gave blondes a bad name when it came to using her head. Now,
giving
head
,
that was another story. That was a job she could handle quite well. Hell, I'd rather pay her to suck my cock than work my bar. Then again, sucking my cock
was
kind of working my bar, right?

"What about the club?" I asked her, trying to hide my shock. She worked as a waitress in a strip—sorry, a ‘gentleman’s club…which also kind of explains how we met.

She shrugged. "Well you'll need me here, so of course I'm going to leave, silly." God, I hated it when she did that. I'm twenty-eight, not
five
. What was next, airplane feeding me my dinner?

"Shit, I'm sorry baby, I hired another waitress today," I said, lying through my teeth. There was no way I could handle her around me 24/7. She almost drove me insane as it was. Besides, I was pretty sure my
entire
staff would quit with her working here.

"Well
un
-hire her," she said, her eyes narrowing.

Oh, shit, here we go. Tantrum time.
You think it's beyond a twenty-five year old woman to throw a tantrum? Trust me, it's not.

"Harms, she's someone Alex knows," I fibbed, taking her hand. "I can't just un-hire her." I walked around the bar toward her. I nudged her knees apart and slid myself between her legs, wrapping my arms around her waist. She was softening. I tilted her head up and kissed her neck. She sighed, her lips finding mine. She moaned softly and I knew I had her.

Whew, that was close. Now I had to find a waitress.

"Can I come over later? I got you something for your birthday." She smiled mischievously.

"Harm . . .” I began, feeling uneasy. My birthday was a week ago. I don't even know how she knew about it.
I
sure as hell didn't tell her and none of the guys knew, besides Alex, and I couldn't imagine him going out of his way to tell her anything.

Most of my uneasiness came from the fact that we weren't in
that
kind of relationship. I'd made that clear from the start, so there would be no crossed signals. If she was starting to see us as something more, then we had a
big
problem.

"Oh relax," she chided, shaking her head. "It's nothing big, just a little something I think we will both enjoy." Her mouth curved upward in a grin. I relaxed, now more intrigued than scared by what she had planned. 

"Sure. Come over later." I pulled away from her, glancing around the place apologetically. "I gotta get back to work," I said. She nodded, leaning in for another kiss. "I'll see you later," she said, smiling at me over her shoulder as she headed toward the door.

#

I did a very quick tidy up of my apartment, which basically meant throwing the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and everything else in the spare bedroom including my cat, Mr. Jefferies. He growled, letting me know that he didn't like being shoved aside for a chick, because I'm sure he knew that's what was happening and I didn't doubt that he'd find some way to pay me back later. 

"You're complaining? I treat you better than some people treat their children," I chuckled, placing a mountain of minced eye fillet steak in front of him. He sniffed it and glanced up at me, as if to say “You're forgiven, but only this time.”

The truth was—and this is going to sound awful—I didn't want to put Mr Jefferies through the pain of knowing Harmony. God that made me sound like an asshole but seriously, even I knew this girl was a bitch. She was the type of girl who I wouldn't put past getting revenge, should what we had ever end on less than mutual terms. The less she knew about me the better, and that included my cat. What does that say about me, being with a girl I think is capable of something like that?

I shut the door and brushed the cat hair off my pants. Glancing around the room, I was finally satisfied enough to sit down and relax. It wasn't spotless, but I was a guy in my twenties who lived on my own. If the place got any cleaner, it would be creepy.

Living above the bar was practical and cheap. Money had never been an issue in the past, but when I left England and my father I also left my trust fund, my cars, and anything else that belonged to him. I didn't want to owe him anything.

Everything I had here I'd earned myself and that felt fucking amazing. There was nobody breathing down my neck or telling me what I could and couldn't do. No pressure on me, apart from the pressure I put on myself, and no fucking pretending. For the first time in my life, what I had felt real.

Well, most of it, anyway. Sure, I still had some issues I needed to work out, but who doesn't? If you don't have things in your life you need to work on, then you're not living it right.

I know, I know—when did Jack Falcon become so philosophical?

Chapter Two

Jack

The doorbell rang just as I was getting into an old episode of
MacGyver
. The shit that guy could do with a Chux and a pipe cleaner. Clearing my throat, I stood up. Walking to the door, I ran a hand through my hair as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

At twenty-eight I looked pretty good for my age. Fuck it. There was no point being modest in front of myself. I was hot, and I knew it. My unruly hair went in all directions, and the shirt I wore clung to my sculpted chest. I avoided exercise at all costs, but you’d never know it, looking at my body. The fact that I was lazy and shaved maybe once a week showed in the shadow of stubble that highlighted my jaw. 

Harmony was always going on about my sexy dark eyes, but all I saw in them was pain and regret. Maybe pain was sexy?

I opened the door, letting Harmony in. She pushed the door closed behind her, not locking it. Fuck, she looked hot. The tight navy blue dress hugged her curves, the very short hem showing off her long legs. The halter neckline plunged low, revealing an almost obscene amount of cleavage. Not that I was complaining. Her wavy blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders.

"Hey sexy," she said, her blue eyes lighting up. She wrapped her arms around my waist, tilting her head up for a kiss. My fingers brushed around her neck, gripping her soft skin tightly as my mouth pressed roughly against hers. She moaned softly, her hand brushing past my erection. She bit her lip and looked into my eyes as if the effect she had on me was uniquely her. She was a female with big tits and a vagina, it wasn’t exactly hard to get me hard.

"Want your present?" she asked coyly.

"Only if it involves you," I murmured, my fingers trailing down between her breasts.

“Oh, it does.” She smiled, biting the edge of her lip.

My arousal increased. I was just about ready to say “Fuck the present” when she pushed me back into the living room.

"Sit down." She pointed to the sofa. I pushed the cushions aside and slumped against the firm leather backing of the two-seater. She smiled again and walked back to the door, opening it an inch, just enough to peek out. I craned my neck to try and see what was going on. I spotted a bag, Harmony quickly jumping into my line of sight before I could see any more. She glanced back at me. "Close your eyes," she ordered.

I sighed and shut my eyes, racking my brain and trying to think what the hell she may have gotten me. God help me if it was another vibrator.
Never again
is all I had to say about that. I don’t think my ass could handle it; I don’t care how any bunnies were on this one. Long story—and one I didn’t want to relive anytime soon.

I listened to the sound of the door shutting and then Harmony's heels clicking against the tiled floor. "Keep your eyes shut," she said, her voice wavering, then muffled. What the fuck was she doing?

"Okay. Open your eyes."

My eyes flew open, and I blinked. Several times.

Holy. Shit.

My eyes widened and flicked to Harmony in disbelief. Was she serious? She giggled and nodded, her arm curving around the waist of an
extremely
sexy brunette. Both girls stood in front of me in matching black corsets and panties.

"I, uh . . . What?" I managed to choke out.

"Happy birthday." She giggled, almost dancing on the spot.

I sat, shell-shocked, as Harmony pulled the other girl toward her. My cock hardened as their lips met in a soft kiss. She turned to me and smiled. "Coming?" she asked, raising her eyebrow as she took her friend’s hand and headed toward my bedroom.

Was I coming? God, I fucking hoped so!

I jumped to my feet. With a slight shake of my head I followed the girls down the hallway, my eyes lingering on the two beautiful asses in front of me. This was shaping up to be an awesome night.

"So . . . whatever you want, Jack." Harmony smiled, her arms locked around her friend at the foot of my bed. That had to be a loaded statement. Whatever I wanted . . . did I go for her, or did I play with the friend first? I didn't want to come across as rude, after all. I had a reputation to uphold.

Fuck. I knew I was off my game since London, but this was ridiculous. I'd had more threesomes than I'd had relationships . . . but then again, that wasn't a hard number to beat.

Sprawling myself over the bed, I put my hands behind my head and smiled. "Why don't you two play together for a while?" I suggested.

Harmony laughed, positioning her knee on the edge of the bed as she turned to face her friend. "Are you going to introduce us?" I added, my gaze sweeping over her long dark hair. Her blue eyes were framed by unnaturally long lashes, and her plump lips looked like they belonged on my cock.

"Right. Jack, this is my friend from work, Lola. Lola, this is Jack." Lola gave me a small wave. I grinned back at her.

"Turn around," Harmony said to Lola. I watched, my cock twitching as she began to unclasp the corset slowly. Harmony swept Lola's hair out of the way and began kissing her neck. Lola turned around, letting the corset fall to the floor as her arms curved around Harmony's neck. Her nipples hardened as they pressed up against Harmony. This girl had a nice set of tits. They weren’t huge, but they were so damn perky.

Unzipping my fly, I reached into my pants and freed my cock, which was already hard. I gripped my palm around it, grunting as it swelled in my hand.
Fuck yes.

I watched as they kissed, their hands slowly running over each other’s bodies. My hand moved up and down my cock as they came closer to me on the bed. There was nothing sexier and more arousing than watching to incredibly hot women fondle each other.

I sat forward and reached behind Harmony, unclasping her corset and then easing it out from between the two of them. Grabbing Lola's hand, I motioned for her to come to me. She gave a little smile before straddling me. Harmony sat next to her, her lips brushing over Lola's nipple.

I took Lola's hand and placed it over the crown of my dick. She moaned, a reaction to Harmony's gentle sucking, and her grip tightened around my cock.

This was unbelievable.

This. Was. Fucking. Awesome.

Lola was such a pretty girl, and shy, which turned me on.

"I want to fuck you while you make out with her," I said to Lola, my hand slipping in the drawer next to me for a rubber.

Harmony laughed, as she tilted Lola's head toward her. "Good thing I like kissing Lola," she murmured softly. Her fingers trailed down between Lola's breasts and over her stomach before they disappeared inside her panties. Lola whimpered, her mouth wrapped around Harmony's.

I grabbed hold of Lola's hips, lifting her until she was positioned over my cock. Pushing her panties aside, I pushed myself inside her.
Oh fuck. This was so hot.

"God, you feel so good, Jack," Lola breathed, as she rode my length. They were the first words she'd spoken. Harmony giggled, bringing her hand up to her mouth. I watched, insanely aroused, as she sucked on the finger that had been inside of Lola only moments earlier. There was
nothing
hotter than watching her taste Lola.

"You’re so sweet." She smiled, her hand curling around Lola's neck, pulling her close for another kiss. I watched, my hips thrusting against Lola's as their tongues intertwined in a deep and sensual kiss.

"Come here," I said to Harmony. She shuffled up toward me. I pulled down her panties, helping her ease them down her legs until they fell off her feet. "Go back to kissing her." She did. I gently ran my fingers over her bare pussy, pushing one inside of her. She was so wet.

With one hand on Lola's hip and the other massaging Harmony's pussy, it took all my effort to hold off my orgasm. The girls were really getting into each other, their kisses becoming more intense the harder I worked my finger. Harmony began to tense, her back arching, trying to push me further inside of her.

“Lola.” I motioned for her to come up to my face. She lifted herself off me, and delicately stood up. “Climb up here. I want you sitting on my face while you suck my cock.” She licked her lips and flashed a smile at Harmony, who nodded. I held her thigh as she positioned herself. Her pussy was inches from my face. Her musky, sweet scent was impossible to ignore.

I tensed as she peeled off the condom and placed my cock in her mouth.
Fuck that felt good
. My right index finger was still inside Harmony, and with my eyes directly on hers, I began to lick Lola’s pussy. My tongue circled her clit, alternating between gentle massaging and sucking. Harmony moaned softly. I wasn’t sure what she was finding more of a turn-on; my finger or watching me eat out Lola. Her eyes, full of desire, never faltered from me.