Inn on the Edge (16 page)

“I say yes!” called Logan.

“Me too,” said Rhonda-Lynne.

One by one, we all agreed to the final rule.

“Rule Number Six—
Invite Mr. Abiba to witness our
lovemaking,
” wrote Vane. He underlined it. Twice. Then circled it.

“He’s going to be so excited,” whispered Zenith, “I can’t
wait to tell him.”

Vane pointed his pen at Josh. “It was your idea. You’re group
number one.” Then he laughed and pointed the pen to his own chest. “
We’re
group number one, since I’m with you and Nikki.”

“Okay,” said Josh, “so we’re the guinea pigs.”

Then Vane pointed at Jonathan and Tim. “Group number two.”

“Gotcha,” said Tim.

He pointed at Zora, Zenith, and Rhonda-Lynne. “Group number three.”

“We’ll give him a show he’ll never forget,” promised Zora.

And finally Vane pointed directly at me. “Angie. You and
your three boyfriends are group number four. You’re last. Hope there’s still
something left to show Mr. Abiba when he pays his visit!”

Everyone laughed.

Valerian grinned and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. “Don’t
worry about that.”

“Let the calling card game
begin
!” shouted Vane.

“Huddle up,” said Logan, “I have an idea.”

We scooted our chairs into a tight circle, ignoring everyone
else in the room. The four of us leaned in, wanting to be near one another,
fairly quivering with anticipation. Our knees touched in the center. I smelled
Geoffrey’s aftershave and felt the fabric of Logan’s sleeve against my arm. My
breath caught in my chest because a person just didn’t
get
this near
someone else unless they were lovers, or soon to be. I reached for Logan’s and
Geoffrey’s hands, and they reached for Valerian’s, then our eight linked hands
met in the center, over our knees.

The dance had begun.

I sensed movement around us. Other groups making plans,
laughing, calling to one another, starting to clear out. Josh passed behind of
me, giving my shoulder a quick pat. “Have fun, honey. See you later!” And then
he was gone, off to play with Vane and Nikki. I’d hear about it later.

Logan watched them leave. Then he turned to me, shaking his
head. “Your husband and my wife. How about that?”

I grinned. “Yeah. They seem pretty excited.” I squeezed his
hand. “Hey. What’s your idea?”

“I think we should go to my room. Plenty of space for us all
to fool around.” He paused. “Better yet. I think we should use a Tool.”

The rest of us perked up. A Tool?

A shiver went around the closed circle of our tightly
clutched hands, reminding me of…what? I frowned, trying to capture and hold on
to an elusive
something
. A vague image came to me, a fleeting memory of
intense sexual feelings going around a circle, passed from hand to hand. Was it
last night’s game I was remembering? Was it coming back to me? How very odd.
But what did it mean? I had no idea.

No one else seemed bothered in the least.

“Tools! I like Tools!” said Geoffrey, leaning forward and
giving Logan a big fat noisy kiss that went on and on and on.

I couldn’t help myself. I watched. And I liked.

Valerian caught my eye and knew he was watching and enjoying
that kiss every bit as much as I was. His lips raised in a sensual curve that
screamed,
Just you wait, Angie, just you wait!
So I forgot to worry
about the
something
from last night. What did it matter, anyway? There
were kisses waiting for me, from Valerian and Logan. There was sex to be had, with
three handsome men, maybe. And a Tool, to be shared by all!

I shivered with delight, squeezing the two hands I held.
They squeezed back.

Geoffrey and Logan broke apart. Logan licked his lips,
flustered. “Hell, Geoffrey! That was…you are…” He shook his head. “Damn. I had
no idea.”

Geoffrey flushed with pleasure. “Thanks,” he said, “I like
you too, Logan.”

Like I said, the nicest man in the world.

After Josh! Of
course
I meant he was the nicest man
in the world
after Josh
.

Oh, and after Mr. Abiba too.

“Anyway, we should get on with it, shouldn’t we?” said
Logan. “There’s a particular Tool in my Toolbox that Zora very highly
recommended…”

Valerian’s cheek twitched. “Which Tool? I’m trained in most
of them.”

Logan’s eyebrows bunched up. “I’m not exactly sure what it
was called.” He paused, thinking. “Story-teller? Story-maker? Story-something?
I wish I could remember. Nikki and I didn’t use it—we used the Magnifier—but
Zora said next time…”

“The Story
builder
! It’s called the Storybuilder!”
Valerian let out a thin whistle, interrupting Logan. “You and Nikki have my
absolute favorite Tool! You seriously lucked out, my man. You won’t believe how
cool it is. The Storybuilder. It’s…it’s…” He threw up his hands. “Well, you’ll
see!”

“Zora was sure impressed,” said Logan.

“Zora’s endorsement is good enough for me,” I said, standing
up. “Let’s go for it.”

The guys pushed back their chairs and got to their feet.
Thrilled with our plan, we let ourselves have a moment of Inn-on-the-Edge-style
amusement.

I grabbed a handful of Valerian’s sculpted ass and pulled
him close.

Logan turned my face to him and kissed me hard, a hand on my
ass.

Valerian fondled Geoffrey’s impressively huge cock.

Geoffrey, his hips swaying to Logan’s ministrations, worked
his hands between me and Valerian and Logan, and took both my breasts in his
hands, squeezing them together. “Boobs. What can I say?” he whispered, kissing
my neck, raising his shoulders in a bashful shrug. “They’re
soft
!”

A writhing, untidy heap, my three lovers and me.

Geoffrey put his thumbs on my nipples, pressing… Oh my god,
my breasts! I pressed my knees together, holding my breath. We had to
leave—right now, immediately—if we weren’t going to fall squirming to the floor
of the Fine Arts Room and start screwing each other.

Tempting, but I wanted the Tool.

“C’mon, guys, let’s go!” I gasped, stepping out of the reach
of Geoffrey’s hands, which turned out to be the perfect size and shape for the
proper handling and cupping of breasts.

We all stood there panting and gawking at each other,
flushed.

“Holy hell,” said Logan, “this is going to be…” He didn’t
finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.

“Yeah,” I said, “we know.”

We filed out of the Fine Arts Room, the last group to do so.
No one else was in evidence anywhere. The place was silent. Holding hands,
Valerian and I followed Logan and Geoffrey down the hallway and up two flights
of stairs, then along a corridor I hadn’t yet explored. “Mr. Abiba calls our
room the Castle Room,” Logan said, turning around. “You’ll see why in a
moment.”

“The Castle. Yeah, that’s right,” agreed Valerian. “I just
hope Nikki isn’t in there.”

Logan laughed, then opened the door and stood aside. “I’ll
get the Tool. Just a sec.”

I walked in. Then I gasped, dumbfounded.

How could a place so different from my own charming North
Tower exist in the same building? I turned around in place, speechless. The
walls of Logan’s room were hewn stone, thick and gray, with narrow slits
serving as windows. The chamber was probably three times as large as mine, the
ceiling higher—who ever heard of a vaulted ceiling in an inn? The lighting was so
dim I wondered what the place looked like at night. Even sounds were different
in the Castle Room. Every noise was transformed into something muted and hollow
and ancient.

How? How did Mr. Abiba do it?

And how had I not seen this massive stonework from the
outside, when we arrived at the inn? I stepped over to the nearest wall and
trailed my fingers over the chilly, bumpy stones.

“Like it?” whispered Valerian, coming up behind me.

“It’s hard to believe we’re still in the inn and not some medieval
fortress…”

Valerian put his arms around my waist. He nuzzled my neck.
“But we are. And you’re really going to like the Storybuilder.” His cock
pressed me from behind, hard and insistent and lovely. So very, very lovely. It
didn’t take much to imagine that cock inside me. I reached back and put my
hands on his hips, leaning in to him, feeling his sturdiness, his hard,
muscular frame. He wasn’t much taller than me, but his strength, his solidity,
made him seem as if he were. I turned around in his arms and then we were
kissing, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. That was when I decided I
liked muscular, military-type guys after all—who knew? Even Valerian’s short
bristly haircut was looking so, so attractive.

I shuddered.

Suddenly I very much wanted to run my hands through the
stiff blond hairs, to nuzzle my face on his head, to rub my fingers over and
through and in his hair, mashing it down and letting it spring up again,
playing with it, just to see what it felt like. Something warm and wonderful
let loose inside me at the thought of all that nice prickly hair, and I knew
that my panties would be wet when I got around to throwing them off.

Oh
my
.

That hair thing again! I guess any hair did it for me, not
only long, flowing Zenith-type hair or wild, untamed Nikki-type hair. Good to
know. “Can I show you something?” Valerian murmured. I nodded so hard my head
almost bobbed off. “Wonderful,” he said, still kissing me. “It won’t take long.
It’s called Spiked Cloud. Meant for standing-up hand jobs against a wall.
Ready?” I nodded again. Or maybe I’d never stopped nodding. He unzipped his
pants. He took my hand and showed me a very cool thing I could do to an
erection, a pulling-and-flicking-and-twisting, half-gentle, half-rough sequence
that grew and grew in intensity and made his cock grow harder and harder until
I thought he would take me right then and there against the wall, Storybuilder
Tool be damned. An impromptu mini-Lesson, that was what it was—a new move. A
new trick to add to my foreplay arsenal. I couldn’t wait to use it on Josh—he’d
love it. A very generous teacher, Valerian.

But before anything drastic happened between us, Logan came
back with a black pouch. He took one look at Valerian and me, and laughed.
“Hey, you two. Break it up. I have the Tool.”

“Fine. Fine.” Valerian was breathing hard. “Okay. Right.” He
gently removed my hand from his cock. “Damn, that was good, Angie. The Spiked
Cloud is one of the hardest maneuvers to master. Zenith was right—you’re a
natural.”

“Thanks,” I said, wondering how much Zenith had told him. It
was the second time in two days a Guide had complimented my sexual prowess.
Maybe it was true—maybe I was a natural. I bit my lip, smiling. Valerian zipped
up his pants and kissed me one last time, then took the pouch. He didn’t open
it. “Okay. Enough of that. Time to move on. Where should we go? To the bed?” He
nodded toward the super-king-sized canopied bed. “Or over there, in the outer
room, on the rug in front of the fireplace?”

A fireplace! I hadn’t noticed the fireplace. Or, for that
matter, the other room. I suppose that was because Valerian and I had been…otherwise
occupied.

“In there, definitely,” Geoffrey said, pointing. “It’s
bigger. More room for four people. I looked.” Then he threw back his head back,
laughing. “Four people! Ye gads! I never thought I’d see the day! People think
gay men are experts in shit like this.” He put a hand on my arm. “I’m serious,
Angie! People think we trot from orgy to orgy and that we know everything about
sex, but Jonathan and me, we’re as vanilla as they come. And right now I am so
goddamn excited I’m about to explode!”

“Hmm…” I said, pointing to the erection tenting his pants.
“You don’t look vanilla.”

Geoffrey wiggled his hips. “You like little Jeffie? Think
he’s a tasty little morsel? Well you’re going to meet him before long
because—against all odds—he sure as fuck wants to meet you. Girl cooties or
not.” His laughter made me want to join in. “He’s raring to go!”

“I want to meet him too,” I said.

“Then let’s go to the sitting room. I’ll start a fire!
There’s wood. Come on.” Geoffrey didn’t wait. By the time the rest of us
arrived, he was already crouched in front of the fireplace, arranging kindling.

The room was almost as large as my own North Tower. Huge, in
other words. There was a wooly beige rug in front of the fireplace, surrounded
by a loveseat and two comfy-looking armchairs. And a side table with a vase of
the ubiquitous yellow flowers. I perched on the edge of the loveseat and kicked
off my shoes. Logan lowered himself onto the floor next to me and Valerian kneeled
next to Geoffrey, who was puffing on the fire, trying to coax a blaze.

“Come down here with us,” said Logan, pulling on my hand.

I slid off the loveseat and settled on the rug next to him,
my legs outstretched. I prodded Geoffrey in the butt with my toes, giggling, as
Logan leaned over me and buried his head in my neck. He reached under my shirt.
Could he feel my pounding heart? Could he feel my ragged breathing? His hand
rested gently on my breast, then slowly began working its way down my belly, on
its way to more interesting locations. Our mouths found each other and we began
to kiss. I relaxed into his touch, letting myself be in the moment, enjoying
it.

Three men, and all of them so different from each other.
Their bodies were nothing alike, and I felt the thrill of discovery. Logan’s
body was fluid, conforming to and complementing my own angles as he lay next to
me. He felt less bulky than Valerian. Not as hard. His skin was softer. He
probably didn’t want me to notice the thin ridge of extra weight on his belly,
but as far as I was concerned it just made him more comfortable. Logan didn’t
have Valerian’s muscles, he might not be as strong as Valerian, but I was
certain he would be a lot more flexible. I couldn’t help but wonder how that
would translate into lovemaking.

And then, of course, there was Geoffrey. I opened my eyes
and saw that he’d finished with the fire. He had turned around and was staring
at me. His shirt was off.

Hair.

My insides clenched.

His chest was a sea of dark curly hair. A teddy-bear,
indeed. Do I need to describe what the sight did to me? Do I need to spell out
my rush of desire for all that luxuriant chest hair? How I wanted to touch, to
smell, to lay my own naked body against his and feel that hair tickle my skin?
How I longed to mash my breasts into it while making love to him? Geoffrey
nodded slowly, watching my reaction. He knew. Oh yes—he knew exactly what he
was doing to me. Logan with his busy fingers on my nipples might be making
tremors go up and down my spine, but it was Geoffrey who made me want apex
after earth-shattering apex.

“Angie,” he whispered. “Wait. Just you wait.”

Valerian took the black pouch from his lap. He held it up,
swinging it back and forth.

The three of us snapped to attention. The Tool. It beat out
a hairy chest.

“Shall we?” Valerian asked.

Logan took his hand from under my shirt and we sat up,
cross-legged. Geoffrey backed away from the fire so we could all enjoy its
warmth. He sat on the other side of me. We watched the pouch swing to and fro,
wondering what was in it. Could this new Tool be as wonderful as the
Invisa-Lover? I held my breath. The very thought of Mr. Abiba’s breathtaking
Tools and the things they could do made me shudder with glee. It made the blood
from my brain dash to my genitals, leaving me witless.