FullDisclosure

by Soarde, Nikki

  Damn it he deserved this. He’d deserved it for a very long time.

  Giving in to impulse, he brushed a whisper of a kiss across Sadie’s cheek and eased out of bed, gently pulling up the duvet to cover her breasts and shoulders. Pity, he thought. It was a shame to cover up such perfection. And it was perfection. He and Jake still had some work to do to convince her of that.

  Figuring that Jake must be wondering about him, Evan donned his robe and finally ventured out of the bedroom, closing the door ever so gently behind him.

  He was startled to feel a set of strong hands latch on to his hips and spin him around.

  “Hey!” he managed to keep his voice to a strangled whisper. “What the hell—”

  Jake’s mouth cut off his words and Evan melted beneath the heat of that kiss—beneath the heat of Jake’s hands that had slid around his waist, and the insistent promise of Jake’s erection nestled against his groin.

  Jake was wearing a pair of loose fleece track pants, but that did little to hide the level of his arousal.

  When Jake abruptly tore himself away, Evan had to struggle for breath. “What the fuck was that for?”

  Jake merely smiled and shook his head. You know, the look said. And it took only a moment for it to sink in.

  “I really didn’t know if you’d ever get here,” Jake tossed over his shoulder as he strode back to the kitchen.

  “Here?”

  “You know. To this point. To the point where you accept who and what you are.” Rounding the island, he picked up a knife and drove its tip deep into the cutting board—a fitting exclamation point to his words. “To the point where you could accept your own happiness.”

  Evan slid his ass onto one of the bar stools and studied his lover. “I didn’t know if I’d get here either, Jake. For a long time…I really didn’t think I could.”

  “Neither did I.” Jake used the knife to slice the triple-decker toasted turkey, tomato and prosciutto sandwich he’d just created into a pair of neat triangles. He handed one to Evan. “But I’m glad we were both wrong.”

  As they munched, Evan heard the muted hum of a cell phone vibrating somewhere in the condo. He looked around and saw the insistent blink of Jake’s cell phone ringing quietly on the coffee table. He gave Jake an inquiring look, but Jake shook his head. “Whoever it is, I’m not interested. For tonight there are only three people on Planet Jake.”

  “Planet Jake?” asked Evan with a raised eyebrow. “Sounds a little egocentric to me.”

  Jake grinned but didn’t have a chance to retort because Sadie chose that moment to peek out the bedroom door. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, her lips swollen from kisses and her skin glowed. She yawned, watching the other two as they chewed—and watched her.

  “Seems to me you guys are eating the wrong thing.”

  The men looked at each other—and smiled.

  Jake lay back, his head resting in the cradle formed between Sadie’s small but very pert breasts. He closed his eyes and languished in the teasing actions of Evan’s mouth and tongue. It was, at times, difficult to focus on his own cock, what with the distraction of Sadie’s body wedged so snugly beneath him, and her hands stroking his arms. Her touch was so gentle, it reminded him of the nebulous touch of a spider’s web. Delicate yet strong and impossible to ignore.

  Both he and Evan had been surprised to realize that her little quip about “eating the wrong thing” hadn’t been quite as obvious as they’d initially assumed. She hadn’t been talking about herself—but had rather been anxious to see the two of them nibble and suck on each other.

  “Enjoying the show?” he asked as Evan’s actions became somewhat more exuberant.

  “Oh yes. I surely am.” And with that she tweaked his nipples—hard enough to elicit a little yelp of surprise.

  She giggled but resumed her previous stroking of his chest and arms.

  “How are you doing there, Evan?” she asked softly. “Would you like some help?”

  Evan stopped. His lips still latched firmly to Jake’s cock, a grin managed to spread across his face. The bob of his eyebrows was answer enough.

  “Uh oh,” said Jake as Sadie scrambled out from beneath him. “I don’t know about this.”

  “What’s to know?” asked Sadie. “Just relax and enjoy.”

  That was all the prelude he was afforded before she and Evan descended upon his body. They took turns with his cock. One mouth soft and tender, the other more firm and insistent. Their hands meanwhile were everywhere, caressing his chest, abdomen and, more torturously, his balls. When Sadie’s fingers ventured down farther, edging ever closer to his anus, Jake caught his breath but edged his hips upward.

  Encouraged, Sadie massaged the sensitive tissue around his anus but didn’t penetrate him. At least not at first. He was too distracted to realize what was going on, but apparently she’d had a little help from Evan because the next thing he knew, a well lubricated vibrator was being inserted gently but steadily into his ass.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  Evan laughed. “You so had this coming.”

  “That’s mean,” lamented Sadie, leaving the butt plug to do its job as she crawled up his body until her face was but a few inches away from his.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” he managed to croak out.

  “Watching you come. I’d say I’ve earned it.”

  With Evan continuing his oral attentions and the vibrator adding its evil brand of stimulation, it didn’t take long for Sadie’s wish to be fulfilled. Unfortunately, she wasn’t prepared for the intensity of his response to this excessive brand of lovemaking. His cry of pleasure was nothing compared to the way his body bucked and heaved—and finally sent her flying off the bed.

  She landed in a giggling heap on the rug beside the bed.

  “Well, you were right about one thing,” sighed Jake when the spasms had passed and the vibrator had, mercifully, been removed.

  Sadie poked her head up above the edge of the bed. He could see the grin in her eyes.

  “What’s that?”

  “You certainly had it coming.”

  Sadie giggled as Jake and Evan’s eyes met. “I know something else she has coming,” offered Evan, his hand groping in the nightstand.

  He pulled out his prize and abruptly Sadie’s giggles stopped. “Oh. No. I don’t think—”

  But she was laughing as they hauled her onto the bed, pinned her to the mattress and spread her thighs.

  Evan flicked a switch and the Magic Massage Wand whirred to life.

  Her eyes went wide. “But I’m sore.”

  Even Jake knew the protest was halfhearted. She had mentioned a curiosity about trying out a variety of vibrators, and this seemed as good an opportunity as any.

  “Don’t worry,” soothed Evan. “This doesn’t penetrate. It’s very…non-invasive.” He touched it to her pussy very gently. “How’s that?”

  “Umm…” Her legs relaxed and fell apart a little farther.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  Sadie lost herself in the intense actions of the device. Jake was now holding her, just as she had been holding him earlier, and she was grateful for the support against her back. But she was ill-prepared for the intensity of her response to this particular form of stimulation. She’d used a vibrating toy once or twice in her life, but never felt anything quite like this. Her juices flowed freely. She could feel them soaking the sheets beneath her.

  An orgasm would loom—and then infuriatingly, Evan would ease up on the pressure, and it would evaporate like a puff of smoke. It was driving her insane.

  And then something was touching her ass.

  She sucked in her breath, surprised by her own reaction. Curious, she lifted her hips slightly.

  “You like that?” asked Evan.

  “Yeah,” she breathed. “I-I think I do.”

  “Okay then.”

  She was momentarily confused when the massager left her—and so did Jake. He slipped out from beneath her, replacing th
e support of his body with a couple of pillows. Then a pillow was stuffed beneath her hips.

  “Okay now,” said Jake. “Just relax. This may feel a little strange at first, but it’ll be worth it.”

  Her trust was complete. “Okay.”

  The massager was returned to her pussy, set on low so as to be more of a tease than anything else. Then Jake’s lubricated finger began to massage her anus. She tensed a little at first, but the stimulation of the vibrator together with her increasing enjoyment of the anal attention helped her relax. And then his finger was inside her. She sucked in her breath in a surprising burst of pleasure.

  It wasn’t just his finger. There was something else.

  “Wh-what is that?”

  “Anal beads. Don’t worry. Just let us take you away.”

  When the beads were inserted fully, the wand was switched on to a higher setting and her body was completely consumed with it.

  The pressure of the beads inside her created an added dynamic that she’d never dreamed of before, let alone experienced. Part of her wanted to crawl away. It was too much. She wasn’t sure what to do with it all.

  But instead she wadded the sheets up in her fists and held on for dear life.

  “Oh God…oh please.” The orgasm teased her with its promise.

  Evan increased the pressure, turned the switch up a notch, and suddenly the orgasm exploded within her. She could barely breathe for the intensity of it—and then Jake began to withdraw the beads from her body.

  The cry she uttered was almost as unearthly as the pleasure that was rocketing through her.

  Sweat bathed her body as the contractions continued to pulse through her body long past what was humanly possible.

  At last it was over and Evan and Jake lay on either side of her, grinning down at her as she continued to pant in search of much-needed oxygen.

  “You two are going to pay for that.” But the yawn that escaped her betrayed her. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep for a week. “Eventually.”

  “We certainly hope so.”

  And at last they all fell into blissful oblivion.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “I’m sorry,” said Rachel for what felt like the fiftieth time.

  “Will you stop apologizing? I don’t care about the retreat. I just want to be with you.” Noah lifted his hand off the gear shift and settled it over Rachel’s, which was fidgeting in her lap. He squeezed and the fidgets passed. Noah was being the perfect gentleman and saying all the right things, but she couldn’t rid herself of the pang of guilt that came with her request that he take her home.

  She had sat resolutely through the Sunday morning worship service, but her heart hadn’t been in it. She had been unable to appreciate the glorious venue that had been their house of worship. The blue sky dotted with white stretched above them—a cathedral ceiling painted by God’s own hand. The canopy of willow boughs arched overhead as they all stretched out on the hillside, digging their toes into the lush green carpet and admiring the wildflowers that adorned the makeshift altar. Beyond the altar a stream bubbled and tripped over rocks, the music of its journey adding a poignant counterpoint to the songs and poems that the group had sung and recited together.

  It had been beautiful and deeply spiritual—and she’d been unable to focus on any of it. All she could focus on was Noah’s hand latched firmly in hers—and the intense guilt and confusion that came with the morning light after their night of lovemaking.

  She loved him. He loved her. They were committed to each other and were already considering a future together. There should be no guilt. Or so he said. She wanted to believe it—accept it. Make it a part of her. But it wasn’t so easy. She needed to get back home and discuss this with her father. And, more importantly, her mother. She needed the wisdom and advice of those she loved and respected right now. She needed it more than ever.

  She had shared very little of this with Noah. She didn’t want him to know the war that she was waging with herself over him—especially since she was the one who had begged for sex last night.

  Even as she thought it she winced.

  “You all right?” asked Noah. “Is your stomach bothering you that much?”

  To add to everything else she had lied. She had told him that breakfast hadn’t sat well with her. That her stomach was upset and that was why she needed to get home.

  She shook her head. “No, no. I’m fine.” She squeezed his hand. “Really.” She gazed out the window noticing a set of golden arches looming in the distance. “Actually I’m feeling better. I think I’m more hungry than anything. Would you mind if we stop for lunch?”

  “Sure. The food at Camp is good, but sometimes you just want a nice hefty hunk of mystery meat and processed white bread.”

  She laughed, strangely comforted by his good humor. “Exactly.”

  They sat munching on burgers and fries and slurping up the thick, creamy—very likely synthetic—goodness of chocolate shakes. A huge bank of windows allowed in a flood of golden sunshine that reflected off the harsh polished surfaces of rows of identical tables and chairs. The highway rest stop was busy. Packed with hungry travelers on their way to and from places unknown and unknowable.

  She asked, “So how long ’til we get there?”

  “Oh, about another hour. Depending on Toronto traffic, of course. But Sunday afternoon shouldn’t be too busy.”

  She nodded. “Right. Good.” She would be with her father soon. So why didn’t she feel any better?

  Then suddenly it hit her. “Hey. You were going to tell me something last night.”

  He nodded, gazed at his fries, but said nothing.

  “I interrupted you. I’m sorry.”

  “That’s okay.”

  Behind him a young mother picked up her infant and without an ounce of shame opened her top and drew the baby to her breast. The baby latched on and began to suckle greedily.

  Startled and offended, she turned back to Noah to find him watching her. “There’s nothing wrong with that, you know,” he said. “It’s beautiful and natural.”

  She swallowed thickly, embarrassed equally by her reaction as by what she had just witnessed. “I…suppose so. I’m just not used to it, is all.”

  He nodded, swished a fry through some ketchup and then didn’t eat it.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked, worried that she had somehow made a huge mistake and offended him. She couldn’t have Noah mad at her. She was angry enough with herself. She couldn’t bear that too.

  “No, no.” At last he ate the fry. “I’ve just got some stuff on my mind.”

  “Is it the thing you were going to tell me last night? Is that what’s bothering you?”

  He shrugged.

  “If so, you should tell me. I’m ready now. I’m sorry I didn’t want to listen last night.”

  But again, he shook his head. “No. Actually, I’ve thought about it, and I’d rather show you.”

  She frowned. “Show me?”

  “Yes. It’s too hard to explain in words. I’d rather just show you.”

  “O-okay.” She let out a nervous laugh. “You’re kind of scaring me, though.”

  He grasped her hand again. “Oh, no. Don’t be. It’s just…it’s something about my family. I want you to meet my father when we get home.”

  Relief washed over her. “Is that all? I’d love to!”

  When he didn’t smile she leaned forward and said conspiratorially, “Why? Is there something wrong with him? Has he got a wooden leg or something?”

  Noah managed a smile but it struck her as forced. “No, nothing like that. He just—” He cleared his throat. “He just means a lot to me.”

  “Of course he does. I’m sure I’ll love him, Noah. You have nothing to worry about.” She thought of something else. “Or are you afraid of the opposite? Are you afraid he won’t like me?”

  “Oh no.” This time the smile was genuine. “No worries there. He’ll love you. I’ve told him so mu
ch about you—he already does.”

  “Good.” She sucked back the last of her shake. “And you’ll have to meet my father too. I hope you like him. You may not have a lot in common with Mr. Right-Wing-Ultraconservative CEO.”

  “Oh, I’m not worried. I have a feeling we’ll have lots to talk about.”

  Sadie woke to the aromas of fresh-brewed coffee, bacon—and sex. The scent of it clung to the bedclothes like the echo of a half-remembered dream. But it hadn’t been a dream at all. There had been sex. Quite a lot of it, if she recalled correctly. And the warm body snuggled up to her beneath the sex-soaked sheets was positive proof of it.

  Adjusting her position in order to see him better, she ran her fingers over an unshaved cheek. “Morning,” she said.

  Jake’s eyes flickered open immediately, and she wondered if he had really been asleep or just biding his time waiting for her to awaken.

  “Morning.” His smile made her tummy lift. “So how are you feeling this morning?”

  “Hungry.” She shifted her hips on the bed and grimaced. “And sore.”

  “Well, I can certainly do something about the former. And apologize for the latter.” He kissed her gently. “I’m sorry if we used you too hard.”

  “You didn’t. And if you’re trying to kiss it better you’re kissing the wrong lips.”

  “Snap!” he said, laughing. “You’ve turned into a regular hussy.”

  “Is that word really still in common usage?”

  “Probably not. I guess I’m a throwback.”

  From the doorway Evan tossed, “A throwback to what? That is the question.”

  “An earlier age of chivalry and gallantry?”

  “I was thinking more along the lines of Australopithecus.”

  “Hey!”

  Sadie giggled.

  Evan continued, “So are you two primates hungry or what? I made Western omelets and they’re getting cold.”

  A moment later she was seated at the dining room table, digging her fork into yet another homemade creation that she’d had no part in making. “You know,” she said, sinking her teeth into a succulent combination of egg, bacon, onion and some creamy cheese that she couldn’t quite identify, “I could get used to being pampered like this.”