by Nikki Bopp
“Yeah…,” Edward interjects confused as the guys look between themselves. “Who else would be giving them to you?”
“I thought...Nicholas…”
“You thought Nicholas was giving you these gifts?” Daniel confirms, his voice rising with his anger.
“Yeah, he said he left me a little present...I guess, maybe I misunderstood. It makes so much more sense now.”
Nobody speaks for a moment, the awkwardness thick between us as we all ponder the miscommunication.
“Well then,” Patrick clears his throat to break up the silence. “I guess now would be a good time to give you this too.” Reaching over, he holds out a shiny black phone. Pressing the button on the bottom of the screen, the screen lights up with a colorful geometric design.
“What's this for?”
“Since your old one was...lost.”
“Aww thanks Pat, I appreciate it.”
“Anything for you,” Patrick smiles and stands up to disappear into the kitchen only to reappear with an armful of plates.
“Whoa there,” I jump out of my seat to take a couple of the plates from him, afraid that they're going to end up on the floor. “Let me help.”
“It's alright, I used to wait tables in high school. I'm a pro at this. Sit down and eat, or else you won’t get dessert.”
Dinner consists of lemon chicken and jasmine rice with a white wine that is crisp and delicious. Conversation is light and easy, and I find myself laughing more than I expected, especially at the stories of their youth. They certainly were a rowdy bunch.
It's when Edward is clearing the plates that I can sense the change in atmosphere, as though the lightness has gone from the room to be replaced by a hunger that can't be sated. Perhaps it's the wine giving me courage, or maybe it's the hooded looks that the men are giving me but when Daniel leans forward to ask me a question, I lean in even further, making sure that my bosom is clearly on display. When his eyes drop to take in the view, I watch the heat flare to life.
“I want to ravage you on this table,” he murmurs brokenly.
Kicking off my heel, I reach out to slide my foot along the inside of his leg, watching his jaw tick with restraint. “What's stopping you?” I ask with a shit eating grin
“I'm trying to be a gentleman about this.” Edward scoffs at his words and reaches down to rearrange himself, wincing at the movement. Deciding to take the decision into my own hands, I push back my own chair and round the table to Daniel’s side. He looks up at me with desperation.
“May I?” I ask politely, tilting my head towards his lap. After a second's hesitation, he gives me a mute nod. Pulling up my skirt, which I know means I effectively moon Ed and Pat, I straddle Dan’s with a happy sigh. Running my hand down his chest, I admire the hard curve of muscles. “I don't know if you know this, but I want to be ravaged on this table until I can't walk. Over and over and over.”
Daniel’s eyes widen at my words, his mouth dropping open in shock. Before he has a chance to recover, I slip my hand behind his neck and pull his face to mine, sealing my lips over his. The heat that's been simmering all night explodes the moment our lips touch sending us careening over the precipice. One moment we are seated in his chair, and the next, my back is being laid flat across the table, my dress being ripped from my body. Daniel’s fingers, so thick and rough zone in on where I need them most, thrumming my clit over and over until I can hardly stand it. The aching need to have him inside of me is nearly painful, my channel begging to be filled with his length.
“Please!”
“Are you sure baby?”
“Yes, please!”
“Alright,” pulling away, Daniel pulls a condom from his pants, quickly rolling it on and repositioning himself between my legs. Meeting my eyes, he slowly begins to push forward, making sure with every inward drive that there's no discomfort.
It's not until his hips are flush against my own that we both take a breath of relief.
Fingers in my hair startle me and when I look up, I'm met with the dazzling blue eyes of Patrick staring back at me.
“Hello, beautiful,” he murmurs running his fingers across my collar bone. The touch is so featherlight and different than Daniel that it sends a rush of goosebumps across my arms. Leaning down, Patrick kisses me softly, making love to my mouth until I'm breathless and smitten.
“Please,” I beg, wanting to be put out of my misery. I need Daniel to start moving or I might die.
“I know baby, it'll be over soon,” he coos. Sitting back on his heels, Patrick wraps his hand around his length, pumping up and down as he watches Daniel pull out, only to push back in. Watching his hand move is nearly hypnotic, the bright red head and bulging veins looks painful, but the excitement certainly says otherwise.
Moaning loudly, I close my eyes to the show before me, unable to watch Patrick jerk off when I'm trying to keep my own orgasm at bay. The sound of flesh slapping is loud in the room, seemingly bouncing off the walls and enhancing it all until I'm teetering on the edge of bliss.
“Oh fuck,” Daniel grunts above me, his palm slapping into the table beside me. His head drops down against my shoulder, his breaths harsh against my ear. “Jenny, fuck.”
My name on his lips, like a prayer to the gods is what tips the scale, sending me over the ledge and with a cry of ecstasy, I clench around his length, nails digging into his back.
I don't even get a chance to savor the time with him still inside of me before Ed is there, pushing him aside, his face pulled tight with strain. “This alright, beautiful?”
Rather than answering, I simply reach for him, wrapping my legs around his hips. When his hands grip the wet skin of my inner thighs, I spread them wider excited that I might be getting a repeat of Daniel’s performance but instead, he leans down to lap up the thick cream seeping from my center.
“Mmm,” Edward hums in content, his tongue diving deeper in search of his dessert before pulling back to circle the bundle of nerves so desperately begging for his attention. My hips lift involuntarily, searching for more. More of everything. Thankfully, Edward doesn't keep me waiting for long, but rather than thrusting inside as I expected, he pulls back completely and rolls me over onto my stomach. He helps me shift to the edge of the table so my chest is still flat on the table, but my feet are flat on the floor and my ass is perfectly on level for him.
Leaning over my back , he blankets me from ankle to neck, the hard length is like a brand against my thigh, hot and thick and so damn close.
“I'm going to fuck you now, Jenny.” His voice is deep in my ear, his beard scratching against my shoulder and sending shivers over my body.
My voice fails me, so I nod my head. Arching my back, I rub myself against him like a cat in heat, begging wordlessly for more. Obligingly, Ed pushes forward, his thick shaft bottoming out with a couple of short thrusts and while Daniel was certainly not a disappointment by any means, Edward was gifted early on in the girth department.
Laying my cheek on the cool table beneath me, I gasp for breath, begging for him to move while also not move at the same time.
“You okay?” Ed asks, his voice thick with concern and restraint.
“Yeah, just...adjusting.” Above my head, I can hear Pat’s chuckle of mirth which makes my eyes pop open with surprise. I totally forgot he was still there. Turning my head, I look over to Patrick still seated at the other end, his turgid length still wrapped in his fist.
“Patrick, come here,” I murmur, loving the way his body jolts at my command. Moving closer, he happily feeds me his pulsing shaft when I open my mouth. The flavor of him explodes on my tongue and with a moan, I swallow as much of him as I can, letting the movement of Ed’s thrusts push me further along. Patrick’s movements become shallow and frenzied, his body twitching and with a groan of relief, my mouth is filled with his salty release. Swallowing as much as possible, I let him slip from my lips and drop my head to the table. Between the taste of Patrick in my mouth and Edward in between my legs,
I let out a moan so loud it's a surprise the neighbors aren't complaining. My hands, scrabble for purchase but are grabbed and wrapped around Ed’s, my back arching with every lunge forward until with a scream of release, I'm pushed over the edge with Edward following quickly behind.
“Hmm,” I murmur after a couple moments of content peacefulness. Daniel bursts into laughter at the sound. Cracking one eye open, I turn my eye to give him a questioning look but he just shakes his head.
“You look like the cat that just ate the canary.” Smiling at his words, I stretch as much as possible given my position, which is surprisingly comfortable. The move must make Ed think differently because with a massive sigh he pushes himself upwards and away from me which leaves me feeling bereft and cold.
When Patrick shifts to move off the table, it makes me realize that someone was left out though.
“Wait,” I whisper, crawling onto the table complete. My words cause Pat to freeze, his eyes going wide when he sees me moving closer. “You haven't…,” my words trail off, my embarrassment rising. I'm not the most experienced person when it comes to sex, and it probably shows but even I know that someone shouldn’t be leaving without an orgasm.
“It's okay, I don't usually…,” Pat’s cheeks redden, his voice stuttering to a halt.
“You don't usually?” I ask unsure what he's trying to say. When he simply shakes his head, I frown think to myself how I can he
Now when can I take seconds and thirds?
Waking up the next morning, I stretch across the large bed, enjoying the feel of the silky sheets against my sensitive skin. When my hand encounters a block of warm flesh I happily curl closer against it with a hum of content, not phased even when Ed starts to chuckle.
“Good morning to you too,” his other arm reaches around to curve over my hip, playing against the flesh of my ass in a playfully sensual way.
“Mmm,” I murmur enjoying the roughness of his hands on my body. After last night, my body is sore in places that I didn’t know could be sore but I could definitely go for another round. “Good morning.”
“Ugh, go back to sleep.” Daniel grumbles rolling over beside me, the thick shadow on his face making him look like a typical surly CEO. The barest curl to his lips is enough to give him away and with a laugh, I flip onto his chest, bringing his face up for a kiss, morning breath and all.
“Well,” he gasps when I pull away, “that's definitely a better way to wake up.”
“Glad you think so. I’ve got to get up though. I’ve got to take Eva to school and then Mia and I both need to get to work.” Stumbling around the room for my clothes, I’ve just found my dress when Patrick leans over and flips on the bedside table.
“Thanks,” I tell him around a yawn.
“You do know that you don't need to work,” Daniel inquires in a confused tone. Sitting up in bed, he ruffles his hair and lets out a jaw-cracking yawn before focusing back on my own befuddled expression.
“What?”
“You don't have to work anymore.”
“Yes I do. I have to take care of Eva and I.”
“We’ve got more than enough money to take care of you,” Daniel waves his hands nonchalantly with a scoff. The dress I was in the process of pulling down my body freezes.
“Except…,” Patrick interjects slowly with wide eyes, his gaze darting between the two of us. “Jenny doesn't need to be taken care of.”
“Yes, that's right. Thank you, Patrick.” Giving him a grateful smile, I grab for my purse and check the time on my phone. “Shit, I've got to go or I’m going to be late.”
The rest of my things, including my panties, are shoved into my bag and I'm racing to the door before the men can scramble out of the bed in time to say goodbye properly. “I'll see you later!” I yell over my shoulder before slamming the door between us.
Chapter 21
Cloud 9 Bliss
The start of the week goes amazingly and by Wednesday, I'm convinced that life is freaking incredible. The four of us are a well-oiled machine making sure that the company is running well while anticipating any needs before they arise. It hasn't escaped my notice that Nicholas has been absent for the entire first part of the week but when he walks into the Wednesday afternoon manager meeting, I can't help but grind my teeth at his smiling face. The happiness that I've been living in the past few days evaporates immediately, bringing me back down to Earth.
It's been nearly a week since I found out about Nicholas and his affair with Sierra, and I've still neglected to tell my best friend about it. Every moment that I've had to tell her, I've balked. It's gotten to the point that now, I just avoid Mia altogether. I eat lunch with one, if not all of the guys, I spend any free time doing extra work or once again, with one of the men. It's not fair to her or our friendship but I just don't know how to tell her. I don't know how to hurt her like that.
So lost in my thoughts, I nearly jump out of my skin when there's the softest touch against my hand. “Ahh!”
“Shit! I'm sorry!” Ed apologizes holding his hands out in a placating gesture.
“Edward,” I gasp, my hand clenched against my chest. “You scared me.”
“I can tell. You missed the entire meeting.”
“What?” Looking around the room, I see that he's right, we’re alone. “I'm sorry, I was so lost in my thoughts. I just… I-” My words are cut off by my own emotions, my throat thickening with tears.
“Hey, it's okay. Don't cry, I'm here.” Plucking me from my chair, Ed deposits me onto his lap and holds me there while I cry silent tears of loathing. It's not until my face has dried that he leans back, forcing me to look up at him.
“What's going on Jen?”
“I'm a terrible friend.” My words cause his face to furrow in confusion.
“Why do you say that? You seem like a good friend to me. I'm pretty biased though.”
“I haven’t told Mia about Nicholas and Sierra,” shifting so my legs sit on the outside of his, I hang my head in shame, not wanting to see the look of disappointment on his face. The three of my men are by far the most loyal of friends so it wouldn't surprise me at all if they judged me heavily for my transgression against Mia.
When Edward’s finger curves under my chin, I slowly raise it with his urging. What I don't expect to find is sympathy, his green eyes swimming with so much emotion it makes my eyes fill with even more tears.
“Babe, I know you wouldn't keep that from her unless you just don't know how. This isn't just someone's wife we’re talking about, this is your best friend's wife. This is going to hurt, and you're afraid that this person might not believe you, or they might resent you for telling them. I understand. You'll find the right time to tell her, when it's right for both of you.”
Tears overflowing, I launch myself forward, wrapping my arms around Edwards neck and squeezing until he lets out a wheezing laugh. “You're so amazing,” I whisper, pulling away to kiss him, our lips wet and salty from my tears. What starts out innocent and thankful quickly turns desperate and carnal. It's not until my skirt is being hiked up around my hips and Edward is lowering me onto his pulsing length that I start to question if this is the best idea, but the moment my body starts to stretch around his, I couldn’t care less what could happen.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan into Ed’s mouth, my hands digging into the thick red locks of his hair, using it as leverage as I ride him into bliss. A sharp smack to my ass cheek only makes me moan louder.
“Quiet,” he grunts, gripping my hip with the other hand to help guide my movements. The shift forces a whine of pleasure from my chest. Quicker than a snake, Edward’s hand snaps out and wraps around the hair at the back of my neck, arching my body backwards. The change in position allows him to go deeper inside of me and before I know it, my body is detonating around him in never ending waves of euphoria. The sound of him groaning my name as he reaches his own peak is the hottest thing ever.
“You okay?” Ed asks, cradling my boneless body against his ow
n. My hummed response only makes him chuckle but he leans back in the chair, both of us just enjoying the time together. While we’re not openly displaying it at work, we try to get in as much time as possible when we can.
When a phone vibrates somewhere between the two of us, we both groan out our mutual frustration but fumble for the wayward device. Edward lets out a triumphant sound and answers the incoming call from Daniel, given the name on the screen.
“Yeah,” Edward answers gruffly before listening to what Daniel has to say. The relaxed body beneath my own becomes tense with every word I can't hear until Edward is practically growling into the phone at his best friend.
“I'll be there.” Ending the call, Edward stands up so abruptly he nearly dumps me on the floor in the process but thankfully I'm able to catch myself on a nearby chair before I do.
“Woah, what the hell,” I curse, pulling down my skirt and wondering what the hell has got the lot of them so worked up that he would act so carelessly.
“I'm sorry Jenny. I didn't mean…I'm sorry. I've got to get to a meeting with Daniel and Patrick in ten minutes.” Without a backwards glance, Edward buttons up his suit and is out the door before I can get a word in about what’s going on. If I remember correctly, and I'm pretty sure I do, none of them have meetings for the rest of the day, business or personal, so what could be so damn important.
Smoothing down my skirt, and my hair, I make a beeline directly for my desk and the computer humming happily away on top of it. Outlook is already running so it's only a couple clicks later than I'm able to see all three of the executives calendars displayed in front of me and the only appointment scheduled for the rest of the day, an appointment that wasn't there an hour ago. Opening the meeting, my teeth gnash together at the host’s name.
Before I can think better of it, I am pushing away from my desk and charging towards Daniel Price’s closed office door. Without knocking, I throw the door open, my teeth already barred at Nicholas Grant who turns around to smile happily at me from his position across from PRI’s CEO.