The Secret

by Maggie Cole

  “All in,” the kids screamed.

  “I can’t hear you,” Sam yelled, his hand to his ears.

  The kids shouted louder, “All in!”

  Tom put his hand to his ears, and the kids started chanting, “All in, all in,” over and over and stomped their feet.

  Collin walked over to Stephen from Turbo, with his negotiator's face on.

  Stephen shook his hand. “This is a good step forward.”

  Collin winked at Liv and me.

  There was still so much to be done. But we had just passed a significant hurdle.

  After another great event, at Sam’s old Community Center, Stephen told us that he would give Turbo a good recommendation.

  Step one was done. Now it was time for phase two.

  Keri and Sam needed to go hang out, and the paparazzi needed to see it.

  But they couldn’t get drunk. So this was the big test.

  Keri and Sam seemed to develop a respect and friendship throughout the day. We no longer worried about a fight, but we still were concerned about alcohol being involved.

  The news of the fight between Keri and Sam at the charity event had been in all the papers. The press had a field day and pitted the two against each other.

  It had been a long day, and we were all ready to relax a bit.

  We notified the paparazzi that Tom, Keri, and Sam would all be at Baracade and then La Tease. There was no way that the paparazzi would miss a story with the three of them.

  As always, Tom hated the attention, but he insisted on helping us. Both he and Collin would run interference if needed.

  We were leaving the second event in Collin’s car, and I leaned back on him. It was the first time we were alone all day.

  “You did good, babe,” he murmured in my ear as his fingers grazed my arm.

  “How much time do we have till we get to Baracade?”

  “Probably an hour in this traffic.”

  I turned toward him. “Great, let’s negotiate.”

  He licked his lips; a sly grin appeared on his face. “Yeah, what are we negotiating for?”

  “Car privileges.”

  He wrinkled his forehead in curiosity. “Car privileges?”

  “Yes, for the next week.”

  “And?”

  I batted my eyes. “I get the car on the way home. You can pick me up or find alternate transportation. Negotiations are over when the first person cums.”

  Collin licked his lips with cocky eyes. “Deal.”

  I reached up to kiss him; my tongue flickered in his mouth. It was only enough to make him want more, but I wouldn’t let him have it. I pulled back.

  He tried to grab my head, but I ducked out.

  “You’re not going to let me kiss you?”

  I put on my sultry voice. “Well, what are you going to give me?”

  “What do you want?”

  “You have to take your shirt off.”

  He took off his jacket, shirt, and tie. “Done. Now get over here.”

  “Leave your tie on,” I ordered.

  The negotiator raised his eyebrows and put his tie back on. “Come here.”

  Like a good girl, I moved to sit on his lap and kissed him on his lips, digging into his arousal, then moving down his neck to his nipple, licking, and sucking on it hard. He moaned, and I moved to his other nipple.

  Collin unzipped my dress and moved it off my shoulders. Jumping back, I wiggled my finger at him. “You didn’t give me anything.”

  Frustration crossed his face, and then the negotiator was back. “What do you want?”

  “Morning drop-offs, but you can’t wear your shirt or blazer once we are in the car. Only your tie.”

  He tried to stifle a laugh, and then he put the negotiator back on.

  I stroked his penis to give him some encouragement.

  He gave me his cocky stare and stayed quiet.

  As I continued to kiss and fondle him, he tried to push my dress off again. I stopped and wagged my finger again. “Are you ready to make a deal?”

  “Fine. Done. Get that dress off.”

  Licking my lips at him, I moved to the seat across from his and sat back on my knees. Slowly, I pulled my dress off seductively and shook my red hair all over my naked back, then pumped my ass a bit in the air to display my silver thong.

  “You’re a tease.” Collin wore a smoldering look on his face, lunged at me, like a pouncing tiger, grabbed me, and turned me around, so I sat on the seat. Quickly, he knelt in front of me, threw my legs over his shoulders, grabbed my panties and ripped them off me. “I’ll have to buy you a new pair,” he muttered and threw them off to the side.

  Go ahead and rip off my panties any day, I thought, as my vagina spasmed with happiness.

  Collin didn’t hold back. He took two fingers, slid them into me and took his thumb and rolled my clit. His mouth caressed my inner thighs while he intensified the pressure and speed from his thumb.

  A loud gasp escaped from my throat as I dug my heels into the ceiling of the car, and pushed my body further onto his long fingers.

  Collin began swiping his fingers and thumb until I was panting. "If you want it, you can have it," he arrogantly purred.

  I wanted it, but it snapped me back into reality.

  We were in negotiations.

  I shook my head.

  "Really?" he rubbed faster.

  "No," I squeaked out as I thought I might explode. He slowed me down. “If you want me to stop, then you take your underwear off in the car every morning.”

  He's such a perv. And I fucking love it.

  “Deal,” I panted.

  He pulled his fingers out and stuck them in my mouth.

  I sucked on his fingers and pushed him back to his side of the car. Then, I smashed my breasts into his face and unbuckled his pants.

  He pulled my breast out of his mouth. “Not so fast. If you want my pants off, then you need to give me something.”

  I definitely want his pants off.

  “A blow job on the way to the Volts game Thursday night?” I offered.

  Collin didn’t need to think about that one. “Done!” he exclaimed with a grin on his face.

  Quickly, I unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. I sat down right next to his big hard cock as my wetness dripped all over him.

  He tried to move me on top of him, but I wouldn’t give in that easy.

  “That’s a no-no unless you give me something,” I wagged my finger at him and gave him a little pout.

  He put his mouth on mine in a passionate kiss and tried again.

  I wanted his dick inside me, but I wouldn’t allow it without getting something in return. “If you want to be inside me, then you have to give me something.”

  The negotiator came back. “After the Volts game, we’re going to go for a ride on the freeway, and I’m going to get some Cristal and lick it off every inch of your naked body.”

  Collin is stepping it up!

  "Done," I purred in his ear and sat on him hard as I gasped for air.

  "Fuck, Meg!" Collin burst out. He didn't wait and started to move me up and down before I could even get used to him.

  My knees sank into the car leather as I drove him deeper into me.

  My breasts heaved up and down, and I shoved them in Collin's mouth. Shivers flew down my spine.

  Adrenaline started to flow through my veins, and I realized that I needed to do something fast to make Collin cum before me.

  If you don’t try, you can’t win.

  Grabbing his tie and slipping it over his neck until it was over his eyes, I tugged his head slightly back, pushed my lips to his neck and ear, and moved faster.

  He groaned. Hard.

  Almost there.

  My other hand reached around and began to gently squeeze his balls, while my pussy gripped him as I bounced on his dick.

  Bye-bye negotiator! Collin panted as hard as I did. His face flushed with heat, and his chest heaved.
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br />   In one final move, I took my arms and steadied myself on the ceiling. I push myself as far down on Collin’s cock as I could go, and squeezed myself hard on him. His body erupted in convulsions, and took mine with him, as we both screamed out in ecstasy.

  Clinging to his neck as my chest heaved, I quickly removed his tie from his eyes, gave him a peck on the lips and a big grin. “I win.”

  He started laughing. “I think that was the best negotiation of my life.”

  It took us a bit to put ourselves back together before we could go into Baracade. Collin was about to put his tie back on, and I grabbed it.

  He paused, eyebrows raised.

  “I think I want to see you in your freshly fucked look all night.”

  “Oh yeah?” he questioned with a raised brow at me, a silly grin on his face.

  “Since I’m not wearing any panties, you don’t get your tie back. These buttons stay undone,” I unbuttoned Collin's top few buttons and opened up his shirt to show off a bit of his chest.

  He was amused. “Whatever you want, babe.” He opened the door, stepped out, and reached in to grab me.

  The paparazzi had gotten the message. They swarmed outside the building.

  Collin swiftly pulled me into him, guided me into the bar and led me to the back where the others were.

  Liv eyed us.

  I gave her a smirk.

  She handed me a Cosmo, pointed to the guys, and told Collin, "Pitcher is over there."

  Keri and Sam each held a pint, but neither was really drinking. As I surveyed the room, I saw people snapping photos with their phones. The guys were deep in conversation with Tom. Collin walked over, poured himself a drink, and took a seat.

  Liv turned to me. “Good car ride?”

  I licked my lips and smirked again at Liv.

  She laughed. “So everything seems good between the four of you?” She pointed to the guys.

  “Yeah. Keri and Sam both figured it out. It’s such a relief not to be hiding anymore.”

  “I bet.” Liv understood that one.

  “I’m happy Tom was there. I think it meant a lot to Keri too.”

  “Did you find out what happened to them?”

  “It’s painful. I’ll tell you another day.”

  "Fair enough. And are you okay?”

  Liv knew me well. Until I told Collin, she was the only person I ever told my story to. I don’t know if Tom knew or not, but I assumed he did, which I was okay with.

  I thought for a minute before I answered her. “You know, until I told Collin my history, I had never told anyone besides you. I think it was really good therapy for me.”

  “I can see how that might be good for you.”

  “When I told Keri and Sam this morning, it came out a whole lot easier.”

  “You told Keri and Sam?” Shock covered her face.

  I shrugged. “How do you think I learned their stories?”

  “Meg magic?” she joked.

  I chuckled. “I wish it was that easy.”

  “You did amazing, Meg. Honestly, we’re only back in the game with Turbo because of you. Regardless of what happens, you’re incredible.” She clinked her Cosmo to mine.

  There was something I needed to say to Liv. “The luckiest day of my life was running into you in that coffee shop. Thank you.”

  “Meg, you know that our firm wouldn’t be where it is without you, right?”

  “You would be right where you are, Liv.”

  She shook her head. “You don’t believe me? Meg, you run our firm. I would be completely lost without you, and many accounts would have left over the years.”

  I smiled at her. “Still luckiest day of my life.”

  “Mine too, girl.” She put her arm around my shoulders.

  Tom walked over, “You ladies hungry? Kip called—the paparazzi are insane tonight.”

  Liv and I laughed. “Gee, wonder why?”

  Tom rolled his eyes. “Once again, a necessary evil.”

  “Gather the troops,” Liv instructed.

  Tom motioned to everyone that it was time to leave. I noticed that Keri and Sam had barely touched their beers.

  Were they cutting back or just on their best behavior? Hmmm... I hoped they could stay that way.

  Collin joined us and put his arm around me. “Ready to go?”

  The six of us left. The paparazzi had a field day. Our cars pulled up. Liv and Tom first. Keri and Sam next. Then Collin and me.

  When we were finally safe in the car, I breathed a sigh of relief.

  “You all right?”

  “Yeah, I can understand why it gets to Tom so much.”

  Collin put his arm around me as I sank into his chest. His fingers started to stroke my thigh, and he moved them up.

  I gazed up at him. “La Tease isn’t that far.”

  He quickly dipped his finger in me, grabbed my wetness, and moved straight to my clit.

  “I don’t need that much time,” he promised, his ego in full force.

  “Oh, really?” I challenged him.

  He nibbled my ear and whispered, “Relax, babe. Let me enjoy my panty win.”

  Well, fair is fair. I sank back into him more, closed my eyes, and enjoyed his hands on me.

  He quickly got into a rhythm. My breath increased as he started to speed up and then slow down.

  Over and over, he played with my body as he drove me up and pulled me back down.

  I laid on his chest. His long fingers were in my cunt; his mouth was on my neck. His other hand was on my breast as he squeezed my nipple.

  “Collin,” I breathed, and grabbed his leg to steady myself.

  He drove me back up, and I thought I was going to cum, but then he brought me back down.

  “Please, Collin,” I begged.

  Collin bit my ear. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

  “I need you, Collin. Please,” I begged him.

  Within seconds, he ricocheted me into pleasure. I shook and moaned while I gripped his leg and seat with all my might.

  The car stopped outside of La Tease.

  I was still breathing hard when Collin kissed me.

  “Told you I didn’t need that much time.” Pure cockiness spread across his face. “Ready?”

  I laughed. “I think I’m going to like not wearing any panties this week.”

  18

  Meg

  I snuck out of Collin’s the next morning before he woke up and ran down to the newsstand. The paparazzi were in full force at La Tease, and there was no doubt in my mind it would be in the papers.

  I arrived at the newsstand. “Hey, aren’t you this girl?” The newsstand guy pointed to the paper.

  Gaping at him, I shook my head, grabbed copies of everything I saw, and began to run back to Collin’s as my insides shook.

  Halfway back to Collin’s, a few men started to call my name and chase me. I ran faster and quickly got into the safety of Collin’s building. When I looked out the window, I realized they were paparazzi.

  My insides shook harder, and I ran to the elevator and went up to Collin’s floor. When I got into the apartment, I sat down on Collin’s couch, put all the newspapers on the coffee table, and stared at the headlines.

  The Girl in the Foursome

  A picture of Keri and me from a long time ago, one with Sam at the charity event, and the freshly fucked Collin and me as we arrived at Baracade, took up the entire front page.

  Who is Meg Grail?

  There was a spread on the firm, in the business section, with my photo from the website.

  Why Tom Marko is Leaving Olivia White for Meg Grail

  In the bottom corner of the front page was Tom giving me a hug when we arrived at the charity event.

  Corwin Losing James and Quinto over Grail

  Splashed on the front page was a picture from the fight with Collin, between Keri and Sam, as I fled the charity event.

  James and Corwin in Love Triangle with Grail

  In the
photo, I was holding Keri’s hand at the Community Center, as Collin gazed at us with his negotiator's face on.

  I don’t know how long I sat there. My insides shook. I felt sick. I didn’t know how this could have happened.

  We had a plan. It was a good plan—a plan so good, the paparazzi should’ve been eating out of our hands.

  At some point, Collin must have woken up.

  “Meg, you okay?” He sat down next to me and put his hand on my leg.

  My hands were shaking, “I... I…”

  Somewhere in the room, a phone rang.

  “Yeah, I think she is in shock.” I heard Collin’s voice.

  Then, “All right, Liv.”

  I felt Collin next to me again. “Babe, look at me.”

  “Breathe,” I heard him say.

  I didn’t realize it, but I was holding my breath. I took a deep breath with Collin.

  “It’s going to be okay, I promise.” Collin stroked my cheek.

  I mustered out, “None of this is true.”

  Collin moved over and put his arms around me. “I know, babe.”

  “This is going to screw up the Turbo deal, and it’s my fault,” I whispered.

  Collin pulled me onto his lap. I didn’t realize it, but tears had already started falling. He wiped my tears away and pulled my face up. “No, Meg. None of this is your fault.”

  The phone rang again. “Hey, Keri.”

  “No, she’s right here, hold on.” Collin handed me the phone.

  I shook my head. I blew Keri’s deal. I didn’t want to face him.

  Collin pushed the phone at me again. “Talk to him.”

  I hesitantly took the phone. Tears fell again, “Keri, I’m so sorry.”

  “Meg, this isn’t your fault. I’m calling to make sure you’re okay.” Keri sounded worried.

  I took a shaky breath and didn’t say anything.

  “I’m used to the press making personal attacks, but you don’t deserve this. I’m so sorry. This is Sam’s and my fault, not yours.”

  “No, it’s not—” I stammered.

  “It is. We are the ones who fought.”

  “Keri, if you lose your shoe—”

  “Meg, did you see all the press?”

  “What do you mean all the press?”

  Keri quieted for a minute. “For every story about you, there are three or four stories that are good. Almost everything on the news is about the Community Centers and about how Sam and I are trying to give back. There are lots of pictures of Sam, Tom, and me as well. I don’t think we are going to lose anything.”