by Leigh Lennon
Jack walked over toward Bodhi, blocking his path to the door. “Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.” His stance was firm, and I loved Jack’s overprotective nature. Especially toward Bodhi. I took a few steps closer to them both, in a stare off, and something struck me. The way Bo watched Jack was the same way he stared at me. I gasped, but unlike two weeks ago, when it scared me, it did something entirely different to my body today.
“Jack, my man, you do know I can probably take you, right?” It was true. Jack stood at six feet, where Bodhi was a good two inches taller and certainly had a thicker build to him. But then again, Jack was strong, having to overcompensate for his prosthetic.
“Well, I won’t argue with you, though I don’t agree. However, it’s a moot point since you aren’t fucking leaving this house.”
Something about this stalemate had my pulse racing and my heart beating fast, and dare I say, it was sexy as fuck.
I made my way between them, the current so electric, I felt it. “Bo, there’s no reason to risk your safety. Stay here, you aren’t putting us out. Anyway, we can both talk to Declan on FaceTime later.”
I moved my head to one side, enjoying the slight cocky grin Bodhi plastered on his face. Turning it to Jack, I saw both resolve and amusement. These guys were going to make me combust with the energy they shared, but more so, with me between them, I was a part of it.
“Please, Bo, I don’t want to see you two go to fisticuffs over this.” It was Jack who began laughing first.
“And you say my speech is formal. Fisticuffs, what the hell?” He pulled me close to him in our little exchange.
“Hey, now, I will go fisticuffs on you, if you don’t watch it, mister.”
Bodhi nor Jack had backed down. “Okay, y’all can be alpha males on a day I’m not here, got it?” I commanded, pulling Bodhi back to the couch, and when he’d sat down, Jack retreated from blocking the door.
“Now, this is much better. Everyone getting along.” My tease was a bit frisky as I turned toward the living room. “So, since we’re stuck in this house for the day, do you mind if I go try to work on Savannah and Bryant?” With the addition of Jack in my life, a lot of the evenings I used to have free when Bo had Declan were now occupied by my sexy lawyer. “The looming deadline of February first is coming upon us quickly.”
Bodhi, who had been witness to my deadline tantrums, laughed. “What’s your projected word count?” It was how he could calm me or at times, light a fire under my ass.
“One hundred and ten thousand words.” It was a medium-size book for me, most ranging around a hundred and thirty thousand. “Okay, so what is your current word count?”
With three months to go, I was confident but not overly. “I’m at sixty-five K,” I replied, and Jack who never had asked of my progress before, whipped his eyes to mine. He knew it had taken me five months to get this far, and in less than three, I still had almost half to go. In his intense stare, there was something I’d never seen when it came to Bodhi and me. It was a little spark of jealousy, as though Bodhi knew how to get information where Jack had always come up short.
“Okay, Ms. Clara Ashley,” Bodhi began, “get your little ass in there. Three K is your goal and do not leave your office until you get to it. I will brew you a pot of that yucky coffee ground water you seem to love.”
Jack was so removed from this conversation, he sulked to the couch, and it was the first time I’d ever seen frustration on his face when it came to Bo and myself.
“And since you cooked last night, Jack, I will make my teriyaki chicken and butter rice.” I’d known with Jack’s reaction he was a tad on edge, so I kept my giddiness for the butter rice to myself.
He disappeared into the kitchen, and Jack stomped around the couch to where my office sat just left of my bedroom. Opening the double doors, leading to my office, I twirled around, only seeing the back of Jack’s head. Moving my head to his space, I snaked my face close to his, and the tic in his jaw was set hard.
“Hey, honey, you okay?”
“Yeah.” His tone was low, but there was a little bit of a bite to it.
“Um, you don’t seem to be all right?”
He shook his head. “No, as your ex-husband pointed out, you have a lot of work to do. Funny how he knows so much about your passion, and the man who sees a future with you doesn’t.”
I’d very rarely seen Jack as worked up as I had then, and in the way his face was as solid as stone, I stepped out of his space to let him come to a sense of sanity. Only then could we talk.
Two hours went by and the two cups of coffee Bodhi had brought me had fast been consumed. I had to block out the little hissy fit Jack had earlier, and in all of it, I wrote over twenty-five hundred words in only three hours. When there was a knock on the door, I was about to tell Bodhi I couldn’t have anymore coffee. I had already become a little bit on edge, and fueling it with more caffeine was not a good idea.
“Come in,” I said. Grabbing one of the historical wardrobe books I kept at home, I moved my gaze to the person in the doorway. To my surprise, it was Jack.
He held his hands up in surrender. “Can you forgive me for being an asshole earlier?”
The frown on my face curved immediately to a smile. “You’ve dealt with my bitch self, so I can handle the asshole part of you.” He walked over to my couch on the opposite end of the wall where my desk sat. When I put my book down, I made my way to him. “So, want to tell me what is really bothering you?”
“It’s stupid, really.” The vent to the office turned on, startling Jack, though I was used to how loud it always was in here. In a way, it served as a sound machine.
“Why is this so fucking loud?” I shrugged my shoulders because I had no idea. “Okay, I’ll look at that later. This can’t be normal.” He pulled at my hand. “So, you share bits and pieces of your books with me, but I had no idea you had a routine with Bodhi, and the connection of it came back so quickly.”
“Are you a little jealous?” I teased because I really didn’t think Jack had an ounce of jealousy in his bones.
“Here’s the thing, foxy. I’m not jealous of Bodhi, but when I saw you two had a connection with your work, something I’m not privy to, I became a little territorial.”
When he explained it that way, I understood. Caressing his arm with my hand, I leaned in and kissed him.
“My books are a part of me, so personal, like Dec and all the stuff I went through with Bodhi.” The furnace stopped, and in the background was the banging of pots and pans, and I stifled a laugh.
“Is he always so loud when he cooks?” Jack asked.
“Oh, yeah, two things about Bodhi Chambers. He’s loud as fuck, and he makes an absolute mess.” I tipped his head to my gaze, getting back to the subject at hand. “So, my work, it’s hard for me to open up, and it’s part of my vulnerability. Bo was with me from the beginning.”
I stood, grabbing the wardrobe book I used for historical references. “Daria is able to release three to five books a year. She’s so prolific. But she’s single, and I’m virtually a single parent three-fourths of the time.” I put the massive book on his lap. “Historical romance is a little different because I have so much research to do. Daria can pound out five K a day, and I’m lucky to have a thousand words that are usable. I could do two a year at first with the resources of my publishers. But now, with my demands as a mom and with a certain other person taking up all my free time when I’m not with Declan, I’ve fallen behind.” He slumped his shoulders a little, and I continued. “But don’t think for one second I regret my time with you.”
I leaned in and kissed him. Without giving him a choice, I shifted over his body, and his finger snuck into my yoga pants. “Fuck, foxy, I love you so much, so very much.” His kisses intensified on my neck, shifting a little to push his body over mine. His back was to the door, and it was then I was happy I’d ordered solid doors for my office and not the ones with the glass inserts.
My fingers were ferven
tly working his jeans, attempting to loosen his fucking belt. With the chance of me getting pregnant by Jack low to none and me on the pill, we stopped using condoms a couple of months ago.
“Fuck, I want you so much,” he almost begged. My hand finally worked his belt off of him, sliding his pants down along with his boxers. His kisses intensified, and my patience was depleted.
“Just fuck me then, hard and fast.” He stopped, and an eyebrow shot higher than the other. “You can be in charge later tonight. Just fuck me and make it good.”
He pushed a little with his left hand, as he always did, making up for his prosthetic. “You okay?” I asked, and when his eyes flashed with a little bit of anger, it was my warning. He never wanted to be treated differently and worked hard to make up for the disability of his left leg. He didn’t answer verbally but pushed inside me, muffling my little tiny moan with his presence in me. My hands linked over his neck, and his ass was bare as he pushed into me with so much passion, I was lost in my own world. The fucking heat turned on again, and with the noise, I was more in my world, and his thrusts were deeper and deeper. I wrapped my legs around his body when a whoosh of air hit our semi nakedness.
Peering around Jack, I was face-to-face with Bodhi and a cup of coffee. “Oh, fuck, guys, I’m so sorry.” He spun around and was out of the door before I could say anything. Yet in a split second, it was so hot, knowing he was watching us. I didn’t want to hurt him. It was the opposite—it turned me on knowing he was witness to this.
21
Bodhi
“Fuck.” It was the only thing I could coherently say over and over again. And to fuel my desire to stay and take part in some voyeurism, Jack’s words were clear as day through the doors.
“You liked that, didn’t you, foxy? Him watching me fuck you?”
I held the wall, and it was the only reason I didn’t go back in there. I was willing myself to stay plastered in one spot. What I wasn’t expecting was Clara’s reply.
“Yeah.” Her breathing was labored, and her moans were one of the many reasons I wanted to turn around. But I didn’t want to be in there just for the sake of getting her off. I wanted them to want me there—and the jury was still out on this.
I’d been with Clara for many years. I’d never forgotten how her moans and whimpers would explode from her mouth. I should have walked away, going as far away from this intimate moment as was respectful for both Clara and Jack, but I couldn’t. If I couldn’t watch this, I’d listen.
“Fuck, baby, speed up, I’m close.” Her cries only sped up my imagination, and I could envision her clawing at his back and marking him just as I loved it when she did the same to me. I would look at my back in the mornings after our nights of pure, unadulterated fucking and admire the evidence of her love indented in my skin.
“Think of Bodhi when you come. Fuck, think of the both of us, what we could both do to you. Me in your pussy, him in your ass.”
I… fuck, if my dick wasn’t already needing release, I certainly now had to tend to it. Moving to the bathroom, just steps from their fuck fest, I could still hear all the details I was sure were strictly intended for me. I left the door open, just enough—call it porn for the ears as I jacked off.
Her pleas for more and more had me yanking harder on my long shaft. Squeezing my balls, I wondered if Jack had the wonders of Clara’s talented fingers on his balls—ever. “Fuck, Clara, I fucking love your cunt squeezing my cock.”
I placed one hand on the wall while the other one went to town, providing the relief I needed and desired. With one last cry from her office, I believed both their orgasms came at the same time. It kept me envisioning every wonderfully nasty thing. And I wasn’t jealous except for the fact I would have loved to be pressed between them.
My thoughts were on my own release—not listening to the sex anymore next door. I was slowing down, imagining how Jack might have nipped at her tits. Or fingered her ass, as he plunged deep inside her. Did he have her juices on his finger?
I threw my head back as a moan filled the air, but it wasn’t my moan. Whipping my head around, I watched Jack’s gaze locked on me. The voice of Clara came up behind him. “Did you find him?” Her voice was nervous, anxious. Was she worried that I’d left?
“Oh.” Her pitch hitched. “I guess you did.”
As they had not stopped when I walked in on them, I wouldn’t stop. Jack’s fingers reached for my ass, his hand firmly planted on the bareness of it. “Would you like us to stay?” he asked.
I had to close my eyes because them watching me willingly was almost too much pleasure and desire rolled up into one pre-orgasm delight.
“Yeah.” The word almost didn’t come, but I didn’t want them to leave.
“If you were to have asked us, we would have said the same thing.” Jack’s timbre was so low. He stepped into the bathroom, and I didn’t have to see him to know he was in my space. “Do you want some help?” His voice was as precise as it was just a second ago when he told me they wanted me in the room while he fucked her.
I swung my head to Clara’s, and her post fucked look was as beautiful as I remembered it. She gave a little nod—because I would not do this without her blessing. “Fuck, yeah.” It was my simple answer.
He turned me around, taking both of my arms and placing them over his shoulder. “If you want to hold something, hold on to me. I got you.” He moved his warm hand I’d suspected had been in Clara’s cunt just minutes before onto my shaft, and with long and slow strokes, he fondled the entire length of my dick. “Foxy, get in here.” Clara obeyed without question. “Take his balls and squeeze them gently. You know how I like it. Do it to him.”
The idea of his balls in her hands had me about ready to come. “Ah, easy there, cowboy,” Jack began. “Don’t explode yet.” I opened my eyes to watch them both, to admire how Clara glowed from her I’ve just been fucked look. “You like me being explicit with how I just fucked Clara?” I gave a little bob of my head, and both Clara and I emitted a low guttural whimper.
His strokes sped up little by little, and my grip on Jack was tighter and tighter. “Now, I want you to come and come hard. Do you think you can do this for me?” He was so fucking bossy both in and out of the bedroom, so to speak. “Answer me.”
“Yes, I can come…” It was with his permission that I came so hard, all over my shirt and Jack’s bare chest.
With one look down at the mess, he poked his head back up. “Well, we made a disaster of your shirt, but, fuck, that was fucking hot.” He leaned in, giving me a peck on the lips, then pushing Clara toward me as she repeated the same thing. “I’ll bring you a new shirt after I clean up. We’ll meet you in the kitchen. I think some drinks may be in order.”
Clara winked at me, and Jack pulled her out of the bathroom. I drew the shirt over my head, tossing it across the hallway into the guest room. I stood, staring at my reflection in the mirror, and for the first time in a long time, I almost recognized the guy staring back at me.
Jack’s light beer wouldn’t cut it for what I just walked in on or the fact Jack had given me a hand job. I wandered over to the cupboard, past one of my many messes in the kitchen, and came face-to-face with Patrón and Jameson. I should have known she’d have tequila and whiskey. There was also rum, but I went for the good stuff. Grabbing three shot glasses, I sat at the table on the other side of the island. I started with the Patrón but grabbed the other two glasses along with the whiskey. If they were as worked up as I was, they’d need it. I wasn’t worked up because I was jealous. I wanted to be a part of them. The beauty of Jack in his dark blond hair, sprigs of gray sneaking in subtly, and his ass. God worked a long time on that fucking masterpiece.
And then there was Clara. Her legs wrapped around Jack’s body was sexy as sin. Even just thinking about it caused my cock to come alive again.
But it was my fault because I walked in on them, after all. I hadn’t realized Jack was no longer sulking on the couch. I’d tried to talk to him, but
he’d shot me down.
Footsteps were behind me, and by the sound, I guessed it was Clara. “Fuck, Bodhi, I’m so…”
I was on my second shot of Patrón and lifted one up for her, and she took it. “No, C, it was my fault.” She pulled the chair behind me, resting her hand on my arm nearest her, and I noticed she, too, had changed into a pair of jeans.
“But, still, we should have been more careful—though, I don’t regret what happened.”
I waved her off again, filling her shot glass and mine. “I’m sorry, I mean, you two were really into it, and I would have hated if my interruption had stopped your release.” The words were out of my mouth before I realized what I had just insinuated. It was like I just out-and-out said, hope you both were able to orgasm after that, though I knew the answer.
Her eyes became as big as a bug’s, and she took the other shot, slamming it down, finally laughing. “Do you know what you just asked?” She was in the midst of hysterical laughter and a series of coughs.
“Yeah, it sounded better in my head and I already know the answer.” Her eyes locked with mine, and we didn’t break contact.
In the middle of my intense stare down, Jack’s arm reached over my shoulder, placing a white T-shirt in front of me. “Yeah, I’ll take one of those.” He downed the shot behind me because as he rounded the other side of the table, directly in front of Clara and me, it was empty. “Can I have Jameson next?” I poured him a drink, and he knocked it back just as easily. That was when I decided to put Jack’s shirt on over my bare chest.
“So,” he began, giving me his shot glass and pointing at the whiskey again. “Are we going to talk about what just happened?”
Clara had just stopped her fit of laughter-induced coughing, so I turned my attention to her and asked, “Fuck, you can sure tell he’s a lawyer with all the talking he wants to do.” Clara snickered, this time without coughing, as Jack downed his second shot, this time it was whiskey.