Loving Two Doms (Club El Diablo) (4 page)

His lips formed the perfect pout. “Well, that hurt. I can read, you know.”

Wetness pooled in her panties and she couldn’t stop staring at his outrageously frowning lips. “What do you read?” She barely had enough air in her lungs to get the words out.

“Stephen King.”

She gave a small giggle. “Well that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”

“That’s where I learned my despicable vocabulary.”

“So you’re a synonym expert too.”

“Only when it comes to your lovely, attractive, and dazzling splendor.”

Her hands rose to her cheeks and she laughed out loud.

Chapter Five

Matt

The sound of Jewel’s laughter made Matt’s cock stand at attention and press uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.

Stephon would love her
.

The thought made him realize that this relationship wouldn’t work. Women at the BDSM clubs knew what to expect with a ménage scene. This lovely babe would run the other direction if he even asked her on a threesome date. She turned bright red every time he even looked at her body. She was just about as vanilla as they came, but the thoughts of not seeing her again caused an unexplained queasiness in the pit of his stomach.

“Are you okay?” Her laughter died away.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He knew he didn’t sound fine.

A buzzer sounded from the back.

He watched her hips sway across the room as she entered the kitchen. Lord, she was perfect. He’d love to see her decked out in a skintight leather corset with black thigh highs. Silver four-inch heels would set off her gorgeous legs.

Not going to happen.

But Matt decided to dream a little for the rest of his time in the café. She brought a plate with two muffins and another cup of coffee for herself.

“I’m joining you, Matt, and it’s nice to have something to call you besides number eight.”

“Number eight, huh? I’m at least a nine, but thank you.”

She shook her head and refused to give him an undeserved compliment. “Let me know what you think.”

For a moment he had no idea what she spoke of and then realized it was the muffin she asked about. He’d love to tell her what he really thought. He wanted to watch her delectable lips suck his cock and her pink tongue circle the head. He took a bite, not really tasting, because he could only think about sinking his hands into her ponytail and pulling strands of hair down before wrapping them in his fist and pumping deep into her throat.

“And?”

He swallowed the too-large bite. “Exquisite.”

“Are you sure you don’t mean superb?”

“Meritorious might work better.”

“You got that from Stephen King?”

“I have no idea where it came from. What do you like to read?”

“The classics—fiction, non-fiction, the phonebook.”

Her eyes almost melted his resolve. “You read everything, I take it?”

“Just about. There’s a thrift store down the street and every now and then I find an oldie but goody for a quarter.”

He took in her appearance—unmanicured fingernails, hair undyed, the shoes she wore saw better days, and no jewelry, but she was lovelier than the tightly laced ladies at the clubs or the tricked out groupies on tour. He wanted Jewel in bed, between him and Stephon… more than he’d wanted anything in a long time.

Her next question surprised him, “Are you going to ask me on a date?”

He closed his eyes briefly and then slowly opened them. “Not yet.”

“Okay, but don’t wait too long. One of the older men in here might snap me up.” Her voice dropped, “I’m really good with my… hands.” She waited a beat. “You know, kneading dough and things like that.”

He gulped.

She laughed again. “You’re pretty easy, you know.”

When it came to her he wanted to be. “I know.”

“I need to get to work.”

“I’ll take the special again.”

“Of course, that means your muffin is free.”

“Are your muffins usually free?”

“Now you’re getting the hang of this café flirting thing.”

“I wasn’t flirting.” He stared boldly back at her.

“My muffins are priceless.”

There she went with her lowered voice and sexy as hell batting eyelashes. His cock stiffened even more and he readjusted himself under the table, but it did little good. He hadn’t lacked control like this in years.

Business picked up, he ate his breakfast, and then left without having a chance to say goodbye. It was for the best. He laid forty dollars on the table with a note on a clean napkin.

“For the priceless muffin.”

Thoughts of Stephon and what they shared made his mind up. Jewel was a vanilla girl and their lifestyle wasn’t for her. He wasn’t coming back. The tip was his farewell.

***

He tossed and turned the entire night, and against his better judgment, he was back at the café the following morning.

She waited on a few customers before finally getting a chance to sit down across from him. “I’m off tomorrow.”

“Does that mean no muffins?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t know if I’ll survive.” He gave her his best disappointed look.

“I’m sure you will.” She returned it with a small smile.

He knew he shouldn’t, but thoughts of Stephon seemed to drift away when she was near and the words spilled out. “What time do you get off this afternoon?”

“Two.” Her eyes turned hopeful.

“How about dinner?”

“Is this a date?” Now she grinned.

“Yes.”

“I thought you’d never ask. What if I cook you dinner?”

For the first time, he saw open need on her face and his voice lowered at just the thought of being alone with her. “You’re on your feet all day. What if I bring takeout?”

“Chinese?”

He’d willingly give her anything at that moment. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“I love Chinese as long as it’s not Ramen noodles.”

He remembered eating the same cheap packets before their band got big. “No Ramen noodles, I promise.”

She used a table napkin to write down her address and included a slightly crooked picture of the side corner stairway. He wanted to take her delicate hand, kiss each finger, and then press them to his hard cock. “I’ll be there at six.” It would seem like a lifetime.

His thoughts traveled an entire gamut of sexual fantasies, which made the two-mile walk back to the hotel speed by. He opened the door to the suite and with a cup of coffee in his hand, Stephon was awake much earlier than usual.

His eyes met Matt’s. “Should I be jealous?”

“Yes.”

“That good?”

Stephon’s hardened facial muscles made Matt take a slow steady breath. “That incredible.”

Stephon stood and walked over, moving in close and running his hand through Matt’s hair. “You don’t smell like sex.”

Matt laughed. “And if I did?”

“I really would be jealous.”

“She’s a waitress at a diner I discovered a few days ago. Her name’s Jewel.”

Stephon put two and two together. “So while I was getting it on hot and heavy with Cheryl Lee, you were hitting on a waitress?”

“Or something like that.” He felt guilty for excluding Stephon and then not discussing it with him right away.

Of course Stephon noticed. His eyes darkened and he removed his hand from where it settled on Matt’s shoulder. “Do I get to meet her?”

“Not yet.” Matt looked away.

“I am jealous.” The low words caused Matt to look back at his friend.

“I doubt it’ll go anywhere, but I’m having dinner at her place tonight.”

After a long sigh, Stephon gave in. “If this is what you need to bring you out of your funk, I’m fine with it. You know we don’t have any hard and fast rules about seeking personal attention.”

“I know, and I don’t think she’s anything more than a quick vanilla fling.”

His friend’s penetrating stare let Matt know that Stephon knew he was lying.

Stephon took a shower and then left for parts unknown and didn’t return for the remainder of the day. They didn’t have any strict rules, but the two of them shared women—period, and for the first time in a very long time he felt uncomfortable in his relationship with Stephon. When he thought of Jewel, he had a surge of protectiveness for her innocence, and his and Stephon’s kinky life just didn’t mesh. But god Matt wanted her, and even one vanilla night might help get her out of his system.

***

Jewel

She cleaned her small efficiency apartment in record time. It wasn’t much, but she tried her best. They both knew tonight wasn’t about dinner or dating. A woman didn’t invite a man to her apartment without an agenda. This was about sex. Matt’s constant flirting and the way he watched her over the past four days had her libido on high alert. She was a grown woman and men like Matt wanted sex. It just rarely happened that anyone worthwhile wanted it from her. Matt was different and saw past her scar; he actually desired her, and she wanted a night of un-adulterated lust. Her last sexual encounter was over a year ago and the creep lied to her. And, like the stupid woman she was, she believed him. After his wife called the diner and the two women had a heart to heart, Jewel left a not-so-nice message on his cell phone. He never came back or called again, and Jewel hoped his wife kicked his ass to the curb.

She looked through her closet, but didn’t really have anything sexy to wear. The light blue tee and jean short shorts would have to do. She knew she had good legs, but thought her ass was too big and her boobs were too small, and she felt like a slightly uneven hour glass. For so long her marred face kept her from thinking about the imperfections of her body. She smiled to herself because Matt seemed to appreciate every part of her body, even in the appalling uniforms she wore.

She’d opened all the windows to let the faint breeze in, but the small apartment was still too warm. There was nothing more she could do, and at five minutes to six, a knock sounded on her door.

He held the bags of food in his left hand and looked her over from head to foot, spending an appreciatively long time on her legs. Her gaze traveled to his snug black tank top and the bulging muscles of his chest and arms. She wanted so badly to run her fingers over every line of ink and see if it covered him everywhere. She noticed the pulse beating on the side of his throat before meeting his eyes. Sexual tension flowed back and forth between them. Her hands trembled when she took the bags from him and stepped back.

He walked in, closed and locked the door, and then took the bags from her hand and set them on the small table she’d prepared with plates and silverware for dinner. She noticed a black bag with the strap slung over his shoulder. He slipped it off and set it down on the carpet with a gentle thud.