The Silk Tie (Erotic Threesome Romance) (5 page)

Gabe
didn’t hear me. He took a sip of his drink then said something to his acquaintance,
a smile still set in place. His lunch partner laughed and put his hand on the
table right next to Gabe’s so their fingers were in alignment.

“Gabe,”
I said a little louder.

They
both turned to me.

Surprise
shot across Gabe’s face, then another expression, one I didn’t recognize.

“Hayley,
hey, what are you doing here?” he asked.

I
clasped the strap on my bag. I was hardly going to say that I was just on my
way back from an erotic emporium and I had one heck of a treat in store for
him. “Just heading back to the office. I had to nip to the shop.”

“Oh,
okay.”

I
hesitated. Waiting for him to introduce me or ask me to join them or…something.

“Hi.
I’m Brent Dawson.” The man at his side stood, reached over and held out his
hand.

He was
handsome, chiseled but not pretty. He had a fuzz of facial hair and his clothes
appeared to be of the finest quality.

Brent
Dawson.

I shook
his hand. So this was the Brent Dawson Gabe had mentioned the previous evening.
The one who other men wanted to be like and had a great body.

“Hayley
Stone,” I said and nodded at my husband with a grin. “He’s mine, by the way,
I’m Mrs. Stone.”

“Ah, of
course,” Brent said. “Gabe mentioned you worked nearby. Won’t you join us?”

“Well,
I was only going to have a quick drink on my way back to the office. I don’t
want to interrupt if you’re having a business lunch.”

“No,
it’s fine,” Gabe said, standing and reaching for the spare seat on the next
table. “Please, sit for a minute. You’re always rushing here and there; it will
do you good.”

I
smiled at him. “Okay, but just for a few minutes. I have a client in an hour
and I need to prepare.”

Quickly,
I walked around to the inner section of the foliage barrier then sat next to
Gabe. He’d already snagged a fresh glass and was pouring me wine.

Carefully,
I placed my bag down at my side. If Gabe knew what was in it—or imagine
if Brent did? How would I ever explain my purchases to the two men at the table
in broad daylight like this?

I took
a drink of wine. Excitement was like a drug in itself; so was having a secret,
a naughty one that I couldn’t wait to share, but only with Gabe. I only wanted
to share it with him. It’s how it was between us.

Gabe
and Hayley.

Mr. and
Mrs. Stone.

“So how
are you enjoying the sunshine?” Brent asked smiling.

“I love
it, makes everything so much less of a chore, don’t you think?”

“Yes,
London in the summer is pretty special,” he replied.

“Do you
live here, in the city, Brent?” I asked.

“I have
a flat in Chelsea—”

“Oh,
that’s where we are,” I said.

He
nodded. “Yes, Gabe told me.” He glanced at Gabe. “I also have a place out in
Oxfordshire, in Henley. You should come for dinner sometime. I have a guest
room. You could stay over and enjoy some wine with your meal.”

“We’d
love to, it’s a beautiful part of the world,” Gabe said, spearing a chunk of
chicken from his salad then popping it into his mouth.

“We
don’t get out of London very often,” I said, thinking of our hectic work schedules.
“Well, unless you count the Caribbean.”

“Ah,
yes, I’m all for a bit of sun, sand and…sea,” Brent said then laughed.

Gabe
laughed too, harder than he needed to for a lame line.

I
studied them. They seemed so comfortable together yet they hardly knew each
other.

Or did they?

“So,” I
said. “How is the case coming on, Brent? Complicated?”

Brent’s
expression changed. His eyebrows drew together and his mouth flat-lined.

“Well,
obviously Gabe hasn’t told me any details,” I added quickly. “Just that it
wasn’t as straight forward as you’d both hoped.”

Brent
seemed to relax a little; his shoulders set down and he rested back in the
chair. “These things are always unpleasant, I suppose. Divorce is never a happy
business. Which is why it was so nice of Gabe to offer to conduct today’s
meeting over lunch in the sunshine. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go
down and all that.” Again he glanced at Gabe then he swiped his tongue over his
bottom lip.

Watching
him, I helped myself to a corner of the bread roll on Gabe’s side plate and
nibbled it.

“I’m
glad you agreed to it,” Gabe said to Brent. “I was ready to get out of that
stuffy office. Too many hours sitting at that desk, same old thing day after
day. Gets a bit tedious.”

His
words surprised me. Was that really how he felt about his job? He’d always told
me how much he loved it, that it kept him on his toes and his mind buzzing. Yet
here he was acting as though it was boring, like he was getting ready for a
change.

How
could I not know that was how he felt? We’d have to talk it through.

I
reached for his hand and rested mine over it. “I really should go. I’ll see you
later, okay.”

“But
you’ve only just got here,” Gabe said, frowning.

Brent
glanced at his watch. He wore it on the underneath of his wrist.

“I
know. I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t have time to stop, really, should have just
grabbed a bottle of water from a stall.” I took one last mouthful of wine. “In
fact, I’ll do that now. But it was nice to see you and, of course, meet you too,
Brent.”

Brent
smiled. “And you, Mrs. Stone.”

“Hayley,
please. Mrs. Stone makes me feel so old.”

“Hayley,
it was a pleasure.” He pressed his palm over his chest, flattening his white
shirt to his pectoral muscle.

After
grabbing my bag, I stood.

Gabe
rose. “I’ll see you later, at home.”

“Yes,
enjoy the rest of your lunch, and your afternoon. I hope it’s not too boring in
the office.”

“It’ll
be fine.”

He
leaned in and kissed my cheek; the slight scratchiness of his chin scraped
against my flesh and the scent of his aftershave invaded my nostrils.

Yes.
I’d see him later, at home. And then his day wouldn’t be boring at all. I’d
confess where I’d been before I’d seen him. What I’d been buying and exactly
what I wanted to do with that purchase.

I could
hardly wait.

I was
home before Gabe and made the most of the privacy. I took the strap-on into the
bathroom, and after a quick shower, tried it on.

The
harness sat neat on my hips and the leather strips at the back were like a
V-shaped thong. At the front, over my thin strip of pubic hair sat the cool
mount for the dildo.

The smaller
dildo smelled a bit of plastic, the factory maybe, so I washed it in warm soapy
water then slotted it into its holder. Instantly, the weight of it surprised
me. I could feel it dragging on the pantie harness I wore.

I pulled
my hand up the length, root to tip, the way I’d seen Gabe do to his cock, then
swirled it around the realistic-looking domed head.

I
turned to the mirror. My long, slim cock was impressive and the black leather
complimented my sun-tanned skin. I thrust my hips forward and hollowed my back,
imagining that I was shoving deep into Gabe.

It was
amazing how masculine the movement was. It was such a carnal, primitive sway of
my body that it seemed to inject power into me.

I heard
a movement outside the door.

Gabe
was home.

“Hayley,”
he called. “You in there?”

“Yep,
just finishing up in the shower.” I glanced at the lock and was pleased I’d remembered
to secure the catch. I didn’t want the big reveal ruined.

“Ah,
okay, I brought noodles,” he said.

“Perfect,
be out in a minute.”

I
removed the strap-on but left the dildo in place then put it back in my bag. After
pulling on fresh knickers, slacks and a loose t-shirt, I wandered out.

Gabe
had abandoned his suit, shirt and tie on the chair and no doubt opted for just jeans,
preferring to be bare-chested on hot evenings.

I
paused by the door and could hear him downstairs, banging plates and cutlery
around in the kitchen. Good, I had a moment to stash his surprise.

I put
the strap-on in the top drawer on my side of the bed then undid the wrapping on
the lube so that I wouldn’t have to fiddle later, at the height of the moment.

“Hayley,
it’s getting cold,” he called up the stairs.

“Coming.”
I shoved my fingers through my damp hair and turned off the overhead light so just
the bedside lamp was on.

* * * *

“So
Brent seems nice,” I said, placing my chopsticks down on my empty plate.

“Yes,
he is.” Gabe knocked back a big swig of water.

“I was
surprised to see you out having lunch, though. You don’t usually bother.”

“I was
hungry.” Gabe stood and gathered the plates. “Plus, he’s having a rough time. I
thought it would do him good.”

He went
to the sink and I took in the very nice view of his ass in worn denims. Mmm, I
couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. “Do you take all of your client’s to lunch
who are having a hard time?” I teased, resting back in my seat and crossing my
legs. “It could get expensive.”

He
turned, frowning. “No, of course not. You know I don’t.”

I held
up my palms. “Hey, it doesn’t bother me, it’s not my expense account so don’t
get your knickers in a twist. I was only saying.”

He
sighed and pulled open the dishwasher. “Sorry, it’s just…”

“What?”

‘I
suppose we’ve become friends.”

I
leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table. “That’s great. It’s about
time you had some friends rather than just work colleagues.”

He
huffed. “Yeah, I suppose.”

“No,
really. I think it’s great. And if you want to take him up on his offer of
going to Henley for dinner at his, I’m sure we can fit it into the diary.”

Gabe put
a tablet in the dishwasher then shut the door. The quiet hum of pumping water filtered
around the kitchen. “That might be nice,” he said. “To go to his.”

“It
would be.” I stood and went to him. “Thanks for bringing dinner. Thai chicken
noodle is my favorite takeaway.”

“I know.”
He smiled and drew me into a hug.

It was
a tight, urgent hug and he rested his cheek to my head and sighed.

I
wrapped my arms around him and held him close. “You okay?” I asked.

“Yes.”
He paused. “I do love you, you know?”

“Yes, I
know. And I love you too. Very much.”

He
pressed kisses to my hair, over my ear then onto my temple. “You’re my world,”
he whispered.

“And
you’re mine.” I shut my eyes and ran my hands up his back and over his broad
shoulders. “I’m sorry that your work is boring you.”

“It’s
not really. It was just nice to be out of the office on a sunny day with you
there.”

“I
wasn’t for long.”

“But
you were, for a bit.” He pulled back, cupped my cheeks and stared down into my
face. “Hayley Stone, my wife, how did I get so damn lucky,” he murmured then
touched his lips to mine.

I
melted into him—the faint taste of chili and salt was on his lips from
his meal. I was his, every bit of me. He was all I needed.

Our
tongues tangled and I pushed my breasts into his chest. Braless, my nipples quickly
hardened against my t-shirt.

“It was
so good last night,” he whispered.

“Yes.
It was pretty intense.”

He
frowned a little. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” I
smoothed my fingertip down his stubbed chin. “I’m a little tender, but no, not
hurt.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t
be sorry,” I said onto his lips then kissed him again. “I liked it, I liked it
all.”

He slid
his hands to my buttocks and squeezed.

Heat
was building between my legs and the vision of what I wanted to do next was
hovering in my mind’s eye.

“Let’s
fuck,” he whispered. “You make me insatiable.”

“I know
the feeling.” I slipped my hand down his bare chest, over his belly then cupped
his hardening cock through his jeans. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough,
but…”

“But?”
He narrowed his eyes and his shoulders tensed.

“Don’t
look so worried,” I said, squeezing his shaft.

“How
can I not be when you say but?”

“But…tonight
I have a new plan,” I said, lifting my hand from his cock and threading my fingers
with his. “Come on upstairs, Mr. Stone.”

“You
have a plan…” He allowed me to tug him along. “I guess I had that coming after
last night.”

I
chuckled. “Oh, yes. Indeed you did and you will again, soon.” I laughed louder.
“Come, that is.’

We went
up the stairs. The round window in the hallway spilled in the last of the
evening sunlight and our shadows stretched around us.

Once in
the bedroom, I shut the door then peeled off my clothes.

“Mmm,
whatever plan it is, if you’re naked, I’m a happy bloke.” He reached out and
cupped my breasts. He ran his thumbs over my nipples and tweaked them. “So am I
tying you up again?” he asked.

“No,
much as that was huge fun, you’re going to let me take control tonight.”

He
raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”

“Oh,
yeah.” I moved away from him and picked up the navy blue tie from the chair. He
hadn’t undone the knot, simply tugged it loose, so I slipped it over my head
and tightened it.

“How do
I look?” I asked.

“It
suits you,” he said, tipping his head and studying me.

“Yes, I
thought it would.” Using my toes, I righted my high heels that I’d kicked off
earlier and stepped into them. “And now?” I placed my hands on my hips.

“Well,
I think you’d make Judge Hatfield’s day if you showed up in court like that.”

“Oh,
no.” I waved my hand down my body. “This is for your eyes only.”

He licked
his lips. “Mmm, good.”

I
walked up to him, the tie swaying over my sternum and touching my abdomen.
“Take off your jeans and sit on the edge of the bed.”

“Yes,
boss.”

He did
as I’d asked and the covers and mattress sagged under his weight. He was on my side
of the bed, which was the plan.

My
heart was beating fast and my breaths coming quick. I walked up to him, stroked
my hand over his hair then down the back of his neck.

“Now
what?” he asked, a little breathily and looking at the tie between my breasts.

“Now
I’m going to suck that hard cock of yours.”

The
right side of his mouth twitched. “Feel free.”

“And
you’re not going to hold my hair, or shove into me, you’re going to lie back.”
I pushed his shoulders, forcing him down onto the bed but with his feet still
planted on the floor. “And let me have my fun.”

His
cock stuck upright, proud and eager, and his belly was tense.

“I’ll
do my best,” he said.

The
thought of just how far I was going to take this had adrenaline swamping my
system.

I
pushed his knees apart and folded my legs so I was kneeling between his thighs.
His cock was rigid and had bulging veins twisting up its length. The head was
shiny and round, like the dildos I had in the drawer at my side.

Leaning
forward, tie swaying, I took hold of his cock and pressed my thumb over his
slit.

He
moaned and shifted.

“Wider,”
I said, parting his legs more, much more, as wide as I had to spread mine when
he fucked me.

His
balls hung heavy underneath his cock, the skin wrinkled and coated in short,
soft hairs. Beneath was a tight seam of flesh that led to his asshole. The
small hairs followed this route then fanned out over the underside of his
buttocks and onto his thighs where they thickened and darkened.

I’d
been between Gabe’s legs, worshipping his cock, many times. But this was the
first time I’d taken notice of his anus—the first time I’d decided that
would be the focus of my attentions.

“Oh,
you’re such a tease,” Gabe said, clenching the sheet into his fists.

“This
is nothing on what you did to me last night,” I said, knowing my breath would
heat his shaft and balls as I spoke. “You teased me until I was insane.”

Before
he could answer, I tipped forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

“Ah,
yeah, Hales…” he moaned, his legs twitching against my torso.

I set
up a steady movement up and down, licking, swirling, bobbing and playing with
his cock. I left no patch of skin unexplored by either my mouth or my fingers.

With
each stroke I sent my touch lower. Cupping his balls, rolling the delicate flesh
in my hands and squeezing gently. I then massaged the line of raised skin that
went to his hole.

He
groaned my name, leaked pre-cum, and dragged the sheets tighter into his hands.

Without
pausing, I reached into the drawer and grabbed the lube. The lid was loose and
I quickly managed to get a blob on my fingertips.

I went
back to fingering the skin beneath his testicles. He was getting nearer to the
edge, his shaft a solid length in my mouth, so I eased up. I didn’t want him to
come too soon.

I
slowed my eager tonguing and concentrated on the small, whispering strokes I
was making over his asshole. Tenderly, I caressed the wrinkles of skin,
following their shape then moving back to his balls. The lube made everything
slippery and even softer.

“Hales…”
he murmured. “Fuck, that feels…good.”

I could
have punched the air in triumph. That was exactly the reaction I wanted.

Carefully,
I set my lubed middle finger in the center of his pucker, then, as I sank his
cock to the back of my throat, I eased into his secret passage.

“Oh…God…”
he moaned, his legs tensing against my outer ribs. “Bloody hell.”

He
hadn’t told me to stop so I kept on slipping into his soft heat. It was
thrilling to be inside him. I never had been before, even after all of this
time.

“Hales...I...what
are you doing?” he gasped, releasing the bedcover and touching the top of my
head.

I
released his cock and caught it in the palm of my free hand. “Shh, go with it…”

“But
you…you’re in my…”

“Arse,
yes. It will feel good, I promise.” I looked him in the eye.

His
face was flushed and tense, his pupils wide and his teeth gritted.

“Relax,”
I soothed. “Let me in.”

“Ah,
fuck…” He let his head fall back to the bed. “Really?”

I took
that as a sign that he wanted more and I continued to slide into him, right up
to my knuckle. His insides were like satin pillows, silky and blood-warm.

The
sight of my finger buried in his ass had moisture building in my pussy and my
heart pounding.