Beautiful Rose

by Missy Johnson

  I know, I know—when did Jack Falcon become so philosophical?

  Chapter Two

  Jack

  The doorbell rang just as I was getting into an old episode of MacGyver. The shit that guy could do with a Chux and a pipe cleaner. Clearing my throat, I stood up. Walking to the door, I ran a hand through my hair as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

  At twenty-eight I looked pretty good for my age. Fuck it. There was no point being modest in front of myself. I was hot, and I knew it. My unruly hair went in all directions, and the shirt I wore clung to my sculpted chest. I avoided exercise at all costs, but you’d never know it, looking at my body. The fact that I was lazy and shaved maybe once a week showed in the shadow of stubble that highlighted my jaw.

  Harmony was always going on about my sexy dark eyes, but all I saw in them was pain and regret. Maybe pain was sexy?

  I opened the door, letting Harmony in. She pushed the door closed behind her, not locking it. Fuck, she looked hot. The tight navy blue dress hugged her curves, the very short hem showing off her long legs. The halter neckline plunged low, revealing an almost obscene amount of cleavage. Not that I was complaining. Her wavy blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders.

  "Hey sexy," she said, her blue eyes lighting up. She wrapped her arms around my waist, tilting her head up for a kiss. My fingers brushed around her neck, gripping her soft skin tightly as my mouth pressed roughly against hers. She moaned softly, her hand brushing past my erection. She bit her lip and looked into my eyes as if the effect she had on me was uniquely her. She was a female with big tits and a vagina, it wasn’t exactly hard to get me hard.

  "Want your present?" she asked coyly.

  "Only if it involves you," I murmured, my fingers trailing down between her breasts.

  “Oh, it does.” She smiled, biting the edge of her lip.

  My arousal increased. I was just about ready to say “Fuck the present” when she pushed me back into the living room.

  "Sit down." She pointed to the sofa. I pushed the cushions aside and slumped against the firm leather backing of the two-seater. She smiled again and walked back to the door, opening it an inch, just enough to peek out. I craned my neck to try and see what was going on. I spotted a bag, Harmony quickly jumping into my line of sight before I could see any more. She glanced back at me. "Close your eyes," she ordered.

  I sighed and shut my eyes, racking my brain and trying to think what the hell she may have gotten me. God help me if it was another vibrator. Never again is all I had to say about that. I don’t think my ass could handle it; I don’t care how any bunnies were on this one. Long story—and one I didn’t want to relive anytime soon.

  I listened to the sound of the door shutting and then Harmony's heels clicking against the tiled floor. "Keep your eyes shut," she said, her voice wavering, then muffled. What the fuck was she doing?

  "Okay. Open your eyes."

  My eyes flew open, and I blinked. Several times.

  Holy. Shit.

  My eyes widened and flicked to Harmony in disbelief. Was she serious? She giggled and nodded, her arm curving around the waist of an extremely sexy brunette. Both girls stood in front of me in matching black corsets and panties.

  "I, uh . . . What?" I managed to choke out.

  "Happy birthday." She giggled, almost dancing on the spot.

  I sat, shell-shocked, as Harmony pulled the other girl toward her. My cock hardened as their lips met in a soft kiss. She turned to me and smiled. "Coming?" she asked, raising her eyebrow as she took her friend’s hand and headed toward my bedroom.

  Was I coming? God, I fucking hoped so!

  I jumped to my feet. With a slight shake of my head I followed the girls down the hallway, my eyes lingering on the two beautiful asses in front of me. This was shaping up to be an awesome night.

  "So . . . whatever you want, Jack." Harmony smiled, her arms locked around her friend at the foot of my bed. That had to be a loaded statement. Whatever I wanted . . . did I go for her, or did I play with the friend first? I didn't want to come across as rude, after all. I had a reputation to uphold.

  Fuck. I knew I was off my game since London, but this was ridiculous. I'd had more threesomes than I'd had relationships . . . but then again, that wasn't a hard number to beat.

  Sprawling myself over the bed, I put my hands behind my head and smiled. "Why don't you two play together for a while?" I suggested.

  Harmony laughed, positioning her knee on the edge of the bed as she turned to face her friend. "Are you going to introduce us?" I added, my gaze sweeping over her long dark hair. Her blue eyes were framed by unnaturally long lashes, and her plump lips looked like they belonged on my cock.

  "Right. Jack, this is my friend from work, Lola. Lola, this is Jack." Lola gave me a small wave. I grinned back at her.

  "Turn around," Harmony said to Lola. I watched, my cock twitching as she began to unclasp the corset slowly. Harmony swept Lola's hair out of the way and began kissing her neck. Lola turned around, letting the corset fall to the floor as her arms curved around Harmony's neck. Her nipples hardened as they pressed up against Harmony. This girl had a nice set of tits. They weren’t huge, but they were so damn perky.

  Unzipping my fly, I reached into my pants and freed my cock, which was already hard. I gripped my palm around it, grunting as it swelled in my hand. Fuck yes.

  I watched as they kissed, their hands slowly running over each other’s bodies. My hand moved up and down my cock as they came closer to me on the bed. There was nothing sexier and more arousing than watching to incredibly hot women fondle each other.

  I sat forward and reached behind Harmony, unclasping her corset and then easing it out from between the two of them. Grabbing Lola's hand, I motioned for her to come to me. She gave a little smile before straddling me. Harmony sat next to her, her lips brushing over Lola's nipple.

  I took Lola's hand and placed it over the crown of my dick. She moaned, a reaction to Harmony's gentle sucking, and her grip tightened around my cock.

  This was unbelievable.

  This. Was. Fucking. Awesome.

  Lola was such a pretty girl, and shy, which turned me on.

  "I want to fuck you while you make out with her," I said to Lola, my hand slipping in the drawer next to me for a rubber.

  Harmony laughed, as she tilted Lola's head toward her. "Good thing I like kissing Lola," she murmured softly. Her fingers trailed down between Lola's breasts and over her stomach before they disappeared inside her panties. Lola whimpered, her mouth wrapped around Harmony's.

  I grabbed hold of Lola's hips, lifting her until she was positioned over my cock. Pushing her panties aside, I pushed myself inside her. Oh fuck. This was so hot.

  "God, you feel so good, Jack," Lola breathed, as she rode my length. They were the first words she'd spoken. Harmony giggled, bringing her hand up to her mouth. I watched, insanely aroused, as she sucked on the finger that had been inside of Lola only moments earlier. There was nothing hotter than watching her taste Lola.

  "You’re so sweet." She smiled, her hand curling around Lola's neck, pulling her close for another kiss. I watched, my hips thrusting against Lola's as their tongues intertwined in a deep and sensual kiss.

  "Come here," I said to Harmony. She shuffled up toward me. I pulled down her panties, helping her ease them down her legs until they fell off her feet. "Go back to kissing her." She did. I gently ran my fingers over her bare pussy, pushing one inside of her. She was so wet.

  With one hand on Lola's hip and the other massaging Harmony's pussy, it took all my effort to hold off my orgasm. The girls were really getting into each other, their kisses becoming more intense the harder I worked my finger. Harmony began to tense, her back arching, trying to push me further inside of her.

  “Lola.” I motioned for her to come up to my face. She lifted herself off me, and delicately stood up. “Climb up here. I want you sitting on my face while you suck my cock.” She licked her lips and flas
hed a smile at Harmony, who nodded. I held her thigh as she positioned herself. Her pussy was inches from my face. Her musky, sweet scent was impossible to ignore.

  I tensed as she peeled off the condom and placed my cock in her mouth. Fuck that felt good. My right index finger was still inside Harmony, and with my eyes directly on hers, I began to lick Lola’s pussy. My tongue circled her clit, alternating between gentle massaging and sucking. Harmony moaned softly. I wasn’t sure what she was finding more of a turn-on; my finger or watching me eat out Lola. Her eyes, full of desire, never faltered from me.

  “Oh god,” I whispered, my grip around Lola’s thigh tightening tenfold. Her tongue was driving me insane, curling around my girth as her mouth moved up and down fluently.

  "Fuck," Lola groaned as I plunged my tongue inside her, her hips grinding against my face like she was trying to ride me. Oh, god. I closed my eyes. This was it. I was about to come, my cock throbbing as the tension built up inside me.

  "Oh god . . ." I cried. "Oh, yeah . . ." My body jolted as I came hard, blowing my load in her mouth. Lola cried out as Harmony moaned, milking my finger, her thighs squeezing shut as the orgasm took over her.

  "Holy shit," I said, lying back on the bed, exhausted. Harmony collapsed to my right, as Lola curled up between us. We lay there catching our breath, all three of us sweating like mad and more than satisfied. I closed my eyes and breathed in, still able to smell the unique fragrance of both girls. If more of my presents were like this I wouldn’t hate birthdays so much.

  I turned to Harmony. "That was one hell of a gift," I chuckled, barely capable of stringing words together. She smiled at me, her fingers tracing circles on Lola's leg.

  "Something we could both enjoy. I thought you might like it." She laughed, her blue eyes dancing.

  "I have to take Lola home so she can get ready for work, but maybe I can come back for another round?" she asked coyly.

  "Um, I kind of invited the guys around for poker," I said, wincing. Harmony didn't take the answer “no” very well.

  "Okay, and you can't get out of it?" she asked, sitting up. I hesitated. Sure, I could get out of it. The point was I didn't want to. Fortunately, I was smart enough to know that you don't say that to any girl, especially Harmony, and especially after the sex we'd just had.

  "I wish I could, but we need to go over some things for next week . . .” I let my voice trail off. Total bullshit, but believable enough to stop the questions. She sniffed, and nodded.

  "Fine. Have fun. Maybe Lola and I will have our own party," she added coyly, raising her eyebrows at me.

  "Thought Lola had to work," I replied, chuckling. Harmony glared at me, obviously not enjoying my amusement. She stood up and threw her dress back on. She shoved her underwear into her purse. Lola did the same. The thought of them walking around in public in those little dresses wearing nothing underneath, was making my cock hard again. I could just imagine the wind blowing gently on their wet pussies…

  "See you later, Jack." She shoved the rest of her things into her bag and flounced out of the door with Lola lapping at her heels like a little puppy dog.

  I groaned, as the front door slammed. Rolling over onto my stomach, I buried my face in my pillow. Sure, having a girlfriend had some advantages—like unexpected presents—but fuck me, that girl was hard work.

  I raked my hand through my hair and tried to ignore the voice in my head telling me that my respect for women in general had downshifted, reversed, and had taken off in the opposite direction from where it had been headed three years earlier.

  I wasn't that guy anymore. Just because I wanted to protect myself from getting hurt didn't mean I had slipped back into my old habits . . . Did it?

  Chapter Three

  Jack

  "Yo Jack!"

  I raced downstairs just as Ash began to pound on the front door, for the fifth time. Seriously, give me a fucking minute to answer! Even though Alex had bailed, I managed to round up everyone else. Our weekly game included a fifty-dollar buy in, and usually it was Ash who walked away with the money. His ability to lie his way out of any situation came in handy for poker. You could never tell whether he had a good hand or if he was just full of shit.

  "You could have just called me when you got here, rather than knocking for fucking ten minutes straight," I grumbled, opening the door.

  Ash laughed. "Where’s the fun in that?" he asked. Benj and Darcy followed him in. "Alex playing?" he asked. I shook my head. “Let’s make this a quick game then. I've got a date later." He rubbed his palms together and grinned.

  I glanced at my watch, my lip twitching. It was already nine. "A date or a booty call?" I asked him wryly.

  "Fine, a booty call. Whatever." He shrugged.

  I shook my head. Ash reminded me so much of myself five years ago that it was crazy. I had to keep reminding myself that he was only twenty-three. In five years he'd probably be married with a kid and a dog.

  "Who is it tonight, then?" Darcy asked, rolling her green eyes. She was stunning, with her dark hair cut into a short bob, and her porcelain white skin. Standing next to Benj, she was tiny. Hell, standing next to Benj, I was tiny. He towered over six feet tall and was close to that wide, as you'd expect from an ex-wrestler. With his broad shoulders and bulging muscles the mere sight of him would terrify you—especially with the tattoos and piercings that covered his body. Still, Benj was one of the gentlest men I'd ever met.

  If you ever needed an example of not judging a book by its cover, Benj was it. He and Darcy had been together for two years. As strange as they looked together, those who knew them only saw two people who were completely devoted to each other, and so in love it was enough to make you sick.

  I’d met all three of them through working at this bar. Both Ash and Benj had been there since I started, and Darcy started about a year later. Without these guys and Alex, I doubt I’d be anywhere near where I was today.

  "Just a girl. Rachel or something." He grinned. We all groaned. God, no, anyone but her.

  "Anyone but Rachel," Darcy said, echoing my thoughts. She rolled her eyes in disgust. Rachel was Ash's go-to girl when he wanted a quick fuck but couldn't be bothered with finding someone. They got together regularly. There was nothing exclusive about their relationship but, unfortunately, someone forgot to give Rachel that memo. Whenever Ash picked up someone who wasn't her, Rachel would fly into a jealous rage. The chick was seriously crazy. I'm talking hair-pulling, face-slapping kind of behavior. I'd witnessed this more than once, and every time she seemed to go one step further than the last. That chick was going to cut his balls off one day.

  "What? She's hot," Ash chuckled, leaning back in his chair. She was hot. But sometimes crazy outweighs hot, and this was one of those times.

  "Dude, there are plenty of hot women willing to do whatever it is she does for you," I said, shaking my head. He threw his head back and laughed.

  Ash simply had to walk through a room to command female attention. He was tall with blond hair, blue eyes, and he had a body even I could admit was in good shape. When he wasn't working, he was surfing. Yeah, Ash definitely had no problem getting girls. His problem was that he didn't like to keep them around for very long.

  Sounds familiar, I know.

  "Oh? You think you're one to talk, hey?" He raised an eyebrow at me, his blue eyes twinkling. "One word, Jack; Harmony." He grinned at me.

  "What about her?" I asked innocently. Harmony came up in conversation at least once a week and never in a good way.

  "Come on, man, you wanna talk about insane? I think Harmony tops that list. You can do better than her. I'm sure there are plenty of hot women willing to do whatever it is she does for you," he mimicked. I glared at him as he threw my words back in my face.

  "Uh, Jack. He's right. Harmony is a major bitch," giggled Darcy.

  "She's not a bitch to me," I retorted. "What?" I protested as the guys exchanged glances. "Okay, so she can be difficult, I'll admit that, but she's a really good fuck
," I said, my tone bordering on whining. Ash reached over to high five me while Darcy tossed a straw at my head.

  "There are so many girls I could set you up with who are actually nice," grumbled Darcy. "And I'm sure they are all decent at sex, too."

  "Darce, I appreciate it, but I'm happy at the moment. Anyway, I thought this intervention was for Ash?" Ash glanced up and smirked at me. I rolled my eyes. "Just deal the cards," I said to him.

  * * *

  The game was now down to Darcy and Ash. Ash, of course, was being an asshole and going all in every hand which was frustrating poor Darcy. Once it was down to just you and Ash, it was pure luck if you won.

  "Another beer, anyone?" I asked, pushing my chair back. Benj shook his head. Ash stood up and cheered. He flipped over his cards to reveal a flush. Darcy slumped in her chair, glaring at him in disgust.

  “I fucking hate you,” she grumbled, tossing her cards into the center, sending them scattering in all directions. Ash just laughed.

  "I gotta run, but good game," he said with a grin, scooping up his winnings.

  "Yeah, for you, maybe," I shot back, placing a glass under the tap and tilting it. As usual, Ash had bluffed and lied his way through the game and walked away with the cash. He patted me on the back as he walked past.

  "Don't worry, man. You'll beat me one of these days," he laughed.