Trouble (19 page)

A store of her own. Wow. For the first time ever, the concept wasn’t completely unrealistic. Joey joined them then, now dressed in jeans and a faded T-shirt with Danskin scrawled across her breasts.

She exchanged hugs and good-byes then they watched the two couples leave together. Next to her, Joey let out a heavy sigh.

“What’s wrong? You wish you’d gone dancing now?” The other dancers and models had left about half an hour earlier, on their way to a different club to do some dancing.

“Nothing’s wrong. The night was a complete success for you. I’m thrilled.”

The grin Joey flashed her didn’t quite reach her eyes, and Samair almost growled her impatience. “Don’t bullshit me, Joey. Something’s wrong, now tell me.”

“Nothing,” she mumbled, ducking her head. “It’s just Mike.”

Comprehension dawned. “Still no lovin’ happening?”

“I thought for sure after tonight he’d be ready to go, but he’s not into it. He has to work early.”

“Well, he does have a day job,” Samair reminded her gently. “Maybe the last all-nighter you two pulled was too much for him.”

“We
talked
all night then!”

“Still, it was all night. Not all of us can get by on four or five hours of sleep like you can, honey.”

“I don’t get it, Sammie. He wanted to date, so we dated. We’ve gone out four times, movies, coffee, dinner, and still I get nothing more than a long kiss goodnight. After watching me strut around this club in less than a bra and underwear all night, he still isn’t interested in sex? He’s not interested period.” She straightened her shoulders. “From now on, he’s just a friend. That’s the way he wants things, so I’m moving on.”

Samair saw the hurt and the stubbornness in her friend’s mulish expression and gave up. There was no talking to Joey when she’d made up her mind about something.

Instead, she just tugged her into a hug. She pulled back slightly and pressed her forehead to Joey’s, staring deep into her eyes. “I love you.”

“I know.” Joey kissed her quickly. “Thank you.”

They pulled apart and she smacked Joey on the butt as she walked away. “See you later, brat.”

The club was almost empty. A few stragglers milled about. Kelsey, the cute Goth bartender, was shutting down the bar while the waitresses wiped the last of the tables clean and Mike urged the final few people toward the stairs. She couldn’t see Val on the floor anywhere, and after a quick look in the office with no results, she headed for the bachelor room.

She smiled at Marc, the bouncer guarding the door under the stairs, and went in. The bartender was gone, the guests were gone, and the catering tables were all cleared. Karl stood near the rear exit with the woman who had been the human centerpiece on the catering table. Her eyes finally found Val seated in an overstuffed armchair. Sitting across from him was a good-looking guy who she’d never met. Val saw her watching and waved her over.

“Samair, this is Jonathan. Jonathan, this is my friend, and the woman behind all the lingerie you saw tonight, Samair.”

He was even better looking up close. He also looked to be approximately thirty, younger than she’d first thought. He had midnight black hair cut short and a darker complexion that made his light blue eyes stand out eerily.

“Hello, Jonathan, I hope you enjoyed the show.” Samair smiled and perched on the arm of Val’s chair.

“It was very well done. I placed an order for several items. Val assured me that shipping them would not be a problem.” Those piercing eyes ran over her lightly and a tingle of arousal roused low in her belly.

Val put a hand on her thigh and she glanced down at him. He didn’t smile but his eyes held the beginnings of a dark hunger that never failed to remind her that he was the big bad wolf, ready to eat her up.

Her pulse skipped and her body warmed, softening and readying itself for his possession. Dragging her eyes from him, she focused on the new man across from them. “You’re not from Vancouver?”

He shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I visit often, but my job requires a lot of travel. One of the purchases on my order is for a local friend who will make herself available to you for fittings and such. I’ll e-mail the measurements and specifics to you for the others.”

Karl came up to them and clapped a hand down on Val’s shoulder. “I’m out of here, buddy. I’ll be back tomorrow to go over things with you.” The two men shook hands before he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Samair’s cheek, surprising her. “You were a hit. Great job.”

He nodded at Jonathan and left through the rear entrance.

Samair gave herself a mental headshake. Being the only female with three very attractive and mesmerizing men, if only for a moment, had her juices flowing. Trying to ignore the direction her thoughts were traveling in, she smiled at Jonathan and continued their conversation. “It sounds like everything is worked out. I’m pleased you found some things you liked.”

His smile grew and he gave Val a small nod. “There’s a lot to like.”

Val’s hand slipped beneath the slit in her skirt and higher on her thigh. She gasped, her gaze flying to his.

“You mentioned once that two men, focused completely on you, was one of your fantasies. I told you I could make all your fantasies come true.” His intense gaze burned into her, seeing everything, telling nothing. “If you’re willing.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

S
amair held on tight to Val as he directed the Harley toward his place. There had been very little talking between them since she’d uttered the words, “I’m willing.”

They’d left the bar then. Jonathan got into a cab while Val had let his staff know he was leaving.

The rumbling vibrations of the bike between her thighs kept her body at such a fever pitch that when Val stopped at a red light, she let her hands slip forward from his hips to his thighs. His muscles flexed beneath her hands and the heat of him soaked through her palms and into her blood.

A threesome. Not just any threesome, but one with two men. One of them Val.

Too many times to count, she’d used the fantasy of two men completely centered on her to reach orgasm. She’d used it when masturbating, as well as when she’d been with other lovers. She’d never used fantasies to get off when she was with Val. Maybe it was because with him she didn’t need to fantasize. Right from the first night she met him, everything he did for her was a dream come true. The fantasy comment about sex with a stranger had been a throwaway at the time. Something that had popped into her head and out of her mouth. Until then she’d never really given her fantasies much thought. Not the sexual ones, nor the career ones. And here she was riding on the back of a Harley after her first fashion show—a successful fashion show—on her way to experience yet another fantasy come true.

She pressed closer to Val, squeezing his hips with her legs and once again slipping her hands to the inside of his thighs just as the bike rolled to a stop. She climbed off the bike and he followed, silently relieving her of her helmet before taking her by the hand and leading her into his apartment.

Once inside, he sandwiched her body up against the wall.

“You test my control every time you touch me,” he muttered before taking her mouth. His tongue swept in and took complete control.

Samair’s mind shut down and her body took over. Her fingers thrust into his silky hair, dislodging the elastic tie as his hands grabbed her ass and lifted. She wrapped her legs around him and felt his hardness press against her core. His hips thrust against her and her insides tightened.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Val—”

The doorbell rang and they both froze.

Their eyes met and Samair bit her bottom lip.

“Tell me you want this. Both of us.”

“I want this,” she whispered.

He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll make it good for you.” Then he pulled back, ran his hands through his hair, and went to open the door.

Without looking at either of the men, Samair walked to Val’s bedroom. She took her coat off as she walked and she heard the men behind her speaking in low tones.

Part of her knew that if things didn’t get started right away, she might back out. Yes, she wanted this, but part of her also worried that if she went through with it, there could never be anything more than sex with Val. What man would want to be in a serious relationship with a woman he’d shared?

In that moment Samair realized that she actually wanted a serious relationship with Val. Uncertainty hit her hard and a minute trembling began in her muscles.

Val stepped into the bedroom and she met his fiery gaze. There was no disgust or revulsion in his eyes, but there was something infinitely stronger than basic lust.

Holding her gaze, he stepped forward and brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “Okay?”

She nodded. He trailed his hand down her neck and across the swell of her breast exposed by the low neckline of her wraparound top. His hand followed the seam between her breasts and across her belly to the knot at her hip. He undid the knot, and at the same time she became aware of another presence behind her.

Jonathan.

While Val opened her blouse, a second set of male hands skimmed lightly over her hips to the waist of her skirt.

Samair closed her eyes and let the breath rush out of her lungs. She shoved her trepidation aside and welcomed the sensations that swamped her as two sets of hands removed her clothing. Surprisingly, even with her eyes closed she knew which hands were Val’s and which were Jonathan’s.

Everything took on a dreamlike quality. When she was completely naked, Jonathan’s arms encircled her, pulling her close so that her back was cradled against his front. His hands skimmed over her torso from collarbone to belly button, and he pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

“Open your eyes, darlin’, and watch your man.”

Samair struggled to lift her heavy eyelids only to be rewarded with the sight of Val slowly and methodically stripping.

Jonathan cupped her breasts, his fingers plucking at the rigid nipples while his teeth nibbled along her neck. She could feel his hard-on pressing against her backside and she wiggled her hips, pressing back into him. Val shed the last of his clothes and came toward her. Jonathan stood his ground and Val stepped right up, pressing his nakedness against hers, slipping his hands around to cup and squeeze her bottom.

She stood pressed tightly between the two hard bodies, one completely clothed, the other completely naked, their hands encircling her, touching her, skimming over her skin. Jonathan nipped and nibbled on one side of her neck and Val licked and kissed the other. Pleasure hit every nerve ending she had, and with an ecstatic groan, her knees buckled and she went over the edge.

Val had picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and stretched out next to her, his elbow bent and his head resting in his hand, while she caught her breath. Then Jonathan was on her other side, one hand on her belly, his eyes smiling into hers.

Languorous pleasure flowed through her as each man cupped a breast. Val bent forward, his lips covering a breast as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. She moaned, arching into him. He flicked the nipple with his tongue then nipped at it sharply before soothing it with soft kisses. He stretched and started to give the other breast the same treatment. This time Samair’s moan was caught by Jonathan’s mouth as he brushed his lips across hers. His tongue snuck out and licked at her lips, teasing her before slanting over and taking possession.

His flavor was strong and masculine, with a hint of mint. Just as she was registering the difference in his flavor from Val’s, hands shifted on her body, reaching between her legs to stroke her sex, while other hands cupped her breasts.

Closing her eyes, she let herself go. Her hands reached out, stroking whatever she could reach, as Val’s mouth replaced his hand between her thighs and Jonathan took over teasing her breasts.

Fingers invaded her pussy, and Val’s mouth fastened on her clit, sucking, teasing, his tongue circling. Muscles flexed beneath her hands; her fingertips tangled in Val’s hair and speared through Jonathan’s shorter style. Suddenly, her body tensed and another orgasm rolled over her.

 

 

V
al felt Samair’s cunt spasm around his fingers as he sucked on her clit. Warm wetness flooded his hand and he lapped it up, loving the musky scent and taste of her desire.

Her legs shifted restlessly on the mattress next to him and he smoothed his hands over them as he pulled away. His dick was throbbing and he thought of entering her right then and there. But this night was for her, not him.

He backed off a bit, leaving the bed to stand aside and catch his breath, get himself back under control. Jonathan glanced his way, a question in his eyes, but Val nodded, giving his okay to continue.

They’d talked in the bachelor room about how things would go if Samair did indeed want to go through with the threesome. They’d agreed that Val was in charge, and Samair was the center of attention.

It was to be all about pleasing her.

But despite her breathy sighs and passionate moans, as he watched Jonathan stretch out over the top of Samair, he had the sudden urge to growl “Stop.”

It felt too much like they were all making love instead of having sex, and Val’s gut clenched. He wanted to be the only man she made love to.

With precise movements, he went to the top of the bed and took Samair’s hands, pinning them to the mattress. Her eyes flew open and snapped straight to his.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Val spoke softly.

He lay down next to her, watching as Jonathan followed the same path Val had taken. His head burrowed between Samair’s thighs as his hands roamed over her legs, her waist, and her ass. He lifted her to get a better angle while he licked her pussy.