by Logan Chance
“So you’ve said three times already.”
Damien chuckles as he puts my other arm on his shoulder as he grinds into me, and I’m aware I’m not turned on like I was when Ben gave me a lap dance.
“Ben enjoys the attention that being the Trifecta gets us.”
The drink I’d been sipping on churns in my stomach, I hate this feeling. Jealousy is not my thing. Jealousy is more of a Maureen trait and I refuse to be anything like my stepsister. “I think I should go.” I push at Damien, wanting him off me so I can escape.
Damien moves off easily as I try to stand.
“I’ve got it,” a voice growls as Damien moves aside.
Ben’s body replaces Damien’s and the moan he pulls from me can’t be stopped. Just having Ben’s body over me does more than Damien’s hip grinding movements did.
“I guess I’ll have to try harder next time.” Ben’s tongue traces the shell of my ear and I jump, pressing myself deeper into him.
“What?”
“I thought I satisfied you enough on the way over here, but I guess I was wrong if you’re letting my brother rub all over you.” The anger in his voice is hot.
“You’re jealous.”
He pushes back and stares at me before leaning back in and biting the soft skin behind my ear. “I don’t get jealous.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
Ben’s hands travel down my arm and I inhale deeply closing my eyes and letting the sensation wash over me. When he reaches my fingertips his hands make an inward turn and travel to my waist. He drags his palms over me with slow sensuality going up my waist, brushing over my breast before settling on my shoulders.
My breath can only be described as panting. I squeeze my thighs together. The large bulge digging into my stomach shows Ben is just as turned on as I am. Our lips are close to touching and his ragged breath mingles with mine. I open my eyes just in time to see Ben tilt his head and close in the little space between us. My hand brushes over his erection and he hisses. He looks at me with surprise. Just as our lips touch someone clears their throat next to us.
“Ben you’re being requested in VIP room six.”
All the sound Ben had magically erased comes rushing back. The loud bass-filled music, the screaming women, even the glasses being set on the table were muted as Ben leaned over me. I push Ben back, wondering if anyone saw my shameless actions. Ben tugs my chin, bringing my attention back to him.
“We’ll finish this later.” His lips brush over mine as he walks away.
“Do you want me to finish the dance you were getting?”
“Actually she has a meeting with Willie.” Damien holds his hand out and I take it, wobbling a bit when I stand up. Damien laughs, and puts his arm around me. He leads me out of the main room and toward a security door with Axel next to me.
“I wonder how much she had to pay to get all three Trifectas to pay attention to her?” a woman asks, eye-fucking Axel and Damien as we pass her.
I open my mouth but Damien holds me close, moving me faster.
“Where are we going?”
“I asked Willie if he could show you some of the books and programs he uses to run the club. He said to bring you up to his office,” Axel answers as we take the stairs up to the offices on top of the club.
“Are you sure you want me to be a part of this?”
“Clara, we have been looking for someone to help us get the club running. Ben got you fired and you have all the qualifications we were looking for. It’s like fate.” Damien squeezes my shoulder before knocking on a large wooden door at the end of the hallway.
After Willie tells us to come in, I’m immersed in the running of the club. Axel and Damien abandon me to go back to finish their shift. For the next couple hours, Willie and I make plans, while I ignore the huge security monitors on the wall.
Every time I glance at the monitors, I search for Ben. It’s like my eyeballs have a magnet where he’s concerned and it only takes me seconds to locate him. And when I do I have to stop myself from getting sick. Seeing Ben all over the women in the club, is just the reminder I need to stay away from him.
Chapter 16
Ben
“What do you think?” Damien asks, walking into Willie’s office. Axel follows him and I’m right behind them.
“I would hire her immediately. She has some great ideas that will help the change over go smoother. You picked a good one.”
My brothers beam at Clara and I smile at the red heating her cheeks. She squirms in her chair as she’s stuck in the adoration she’s receiving.
“It’s no big deal. Anyone could have made the suggestions I made.” She shrugs as she fiddles with a pencil on the desk, ignoring me as she glances at my brothers and Willie.
Willie shakes his head, patting her on the back. “Don’t be so modest. Your ideas are going to make this place double it’s money in a month. If I didn’t like you boys so much I’d call the real estate agent and cancel the sale myself.”
I want to tell Willie that Clara’s mine, but stop when I realize what I’m thinking. She’s not mine. And Willie is old enough to be her father. I’m Ben, the oldest Trifecta, I don’t need or want a woman to be mine.
“What do you say Clara? Do you want to come work for me?” Willie asks, putting his arm over her shoulder.
“Sorry, Willie we found her first.” Before I can understand my own actions, I’ve moved further into the office. I’m now standing next to Clara, feeling the heat radiate off her nearness. I know she's aware I’m close, being she’s purposely ignoring me and also a bad actress.
A really bad actress.
“Clara, would you like to work for us?” I ask, bending down next to her, making it impossible for her to ignore me any longer.
A thrill runs up my spine as I watch her plump red lips part while her breathing becomes labored. I wonder how fast I can get her to agree to work with us just so I can get her alone. Just so I can see her everyday.
Am I being crazy? Wanting her like this?
I can’t help myself.
“This is a fantastic opportunity. When Willie showed me the programs and how he ran the club, I won’t lie, my brain went into overtime seeing the possibilities and potential the club has. It would be exciting to help revamp the club and watch it succeed, but I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Clara glances at me but averts her eyes.
I know the reason she’s being so hesitant has something to do with me. I put my hand on hers and it jumps from my touch. She takes her hand away and places it on her lap. I want to tell everyone to get out, so I can figure out what has her so spooked.
“Of course, this is a great idea. Willie just confirmed what we already knew. Come on Clara, we need you,” Axel comes over and stands behind me.
“I’m not sure.” Clara bites her bottom lip, causing my dick to jump in my slacks, remembering those lips wrapped around my cock.
“What do you mean you’re not sure?” Damien stands in front of the desk, as he leans on his hands, and stares at Clara.
“Maybe I can consult for you for a couple months until you get the hang of it? And then I can get another job.” Clara still refuses to look at me.
I’m going crazy not being able to talk to her with my dumbass brothers around me. I know the reason she’s not accepting is because of me. And that pisses me off. Because I already feel like total shit for being the reason she’s going to lose her job.
And listen, I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but this club is going to kick ass.
It really is.
No lie.
“Can you give us a minute?” I say.
Damien and Axel glare at me. I know they’re worried I’m going to fuck this up, but I don’t give a shit what they think. I need to find out what’s bothering Clara. I’m afraid that maybe after Damien gave her a lap dance, she’s most likely conflicted about which brother she wants. I need to fix that now.
After a stare down, Damien nods. Axel and Willie get up and leave us al
one. I wait until the door clicks shut before turning her chair around so she’s facing me. “What is this all about?” I ask, resting my palms on the arms of her chair.
“It’s nothing. It’s just you guys just met me and you’re willing to give me a job just like that.” She snaps her fingers together, and I take the seat next to her.
I circle her kneecap with my finger as I smile. “Clara, why are you so hesitant? I saw the way your eyes lit up when you talked about the changes you would make to help this place meet its potential. Tell me what’s really going on?”
“You?”
“Me?” I stop my fingers from touching her skin and watch her, wanting to pull the thoughts she’s struggling with out of her head.
“Yes you. Don’t you remember, not more than a few hours ago, you were opposed to me working at the club? In fact, you were adamant that this was a bad idea as I sat at your kitchen table, and now you’ve just changed your mind.”
I hang my head processing what she just said. She’s right. I was against her working for us. Seeing her everyday would make my insides itch, but not having her next to me everyday now seems even worse.
“I was wrong.”
“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”
I lift my head and she’s struggling to keep a smile off her face. “I was wrong. I want you to come work for us, and I’m sorry I was such a dick to you.” The relief I feel that her hesitancy has nothing to do with Damien is overwhelming.
She bites her lip again and I pull it out leaving my thumb there. Her tongue darts out swiping the pad of my finger and I groan. Her eyes never leave mine as she opens her mouth and sucks my thumb into it. My vision goes dim as the blood rushes to my cock. I pull my thumb out and jerk the chair toward me kissing her with a hunger that scares me. Clara dives into the kiss, her teeth and tongue a perfect match for mine. Her fingers claw into the back of my head, keeping me where I am and it’s perfect.
“Ben.” Damien knocks on the door. He has no idea how hard I’m going to kick him in the head when I get him alone.
“Hold on,” I say, moving away from her.
“Clara we need you, please come work for us.”
Her face scrunches up and what I’m afraid is fear takes over her features. “Is that such a good idea?” Her voice is low and raspy.
I want to strip her out of her clothes and touch every part of her body until she doesn’t have a voice. “It’s the best idea I’ve ever had.”
The fear stays on her face, but she doesn’t say no, so I take it as a yes.
“You can come in.” I stand up and adjust myself just before my brothers and Willie come back in. “She’s in.”
Clara stands and Axel and Damien both rush to hug her. Willie comes over and slaps me on the back with a knowing look. “She’s a keeper.”
I wait for the denial to burst from my throat, for the terror of being shackled down to one woman overwhelm me, but the crazy thing is it doesn’t.
“I know.” I say to Willie before going over to join the celebration.
Clara’s quiet as I drive her home. She picks at her nails refusing to glance up from them. I’m unsure if I should let her think or if I should reassure her she made the right decision, which is a new concept for me. Figuring out what women want used to be a special power of mine, but with Clara I’m powerless.
I put the Range Rover in park but leave it idling. The uncertainty of where we are is straining against me. I want to make it right, but before I can say anything she looks at me through her lashes and blows my mind with her next words.
“Do you want to come in?”
I want to laugh. She has a way of catching me off guard. “Do you want me to?”
She lets out a nervous laugh and jumps out of the car. I watch in fascination as she walks over to my side and opens the door, turning off the car before reaching out her hand.
I take it and walk behind her as she pulls me toward her door. I watch the sway of her ass and it’s too much for me. With a quick pull, Clara lands in my arms. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me, grinding on my hardness as I run the last bit to her townhouse. Her body bumps into the door and we devour each other. My lips are everywhere and still not enough.
Clara fumbles with her keys and I help her, feeling victorious when the door swings open and we stumble in. Clara’s hands are pulling at my shirt, the buttons scattering across the floor. I take her lead and the sound of material ripping as her glorious tits are exposed is a sound I’ll forever equate to heaven. The red lace bra has her breasts pushed up to the max as if they’re a sacrifice and I don’t hesitate to take what’s offered.
Ah, this girl is so everything.
My lips find her nipples as I pull down her bra revealing the softness underneath. Clara bucks against me as I suck on one of her peaks while pinching the other. We collapse on her couch and Clara’s hands pull at my belt in hurried movements. I help her take it off as I slide her skirt up until it’s bunched at her waist.
My knees hit the floor and I pull her to the edge of the couch. Clara’s matching red panties are soaked. I give her a smile before ripping off the flimsy lace. Her pink pussy glistens and she’s so ready for me. I want to go slow, but the sight of her takes away my patience.
My tongue swipes over her wetness. Clara's hips shoot off the couch. I use my forearm to keep her still as I use my other hand to open her, giving me what I want. I force myself to take my time, licking and sucking, getting to know what she likes and what drives her wild. Clara’s hands tug my hair, pulling me closer to her. My hand snakes up her body and I’m surprised when Clara takes one of her hands out of my hair and leads my hand to her breast.
My finger slides into her and she moans out.
“You like that don’t you?” I ask, taking my face from her. She doesn’t reply and instead pulls my head back down. I grin as I add another finger, pumping it in and out as my tongue and lips work on her clit. I circle her clit, making it tighter and tighter until I’m in the middle sucking on it as it slides over my lips.
“I’m coming,” Clara’s warning isn’t necessary as her pussy clenches around my fingers and her clit pulses against my mouth.
Clara’s fingers clutch my head, and I shake it back and forth causing her to scream out from the extra sensation.
“No more.” Her feet hit my shoulders and she pushes me away. My mouth comes off her and she crosses her legs, her eyes closed tight.
“Oh we just started.”
Her eyes pop open. Her breathing is labored, and she stares at me like she couldn’t possibly take anymore.
Oh she has no idea.
I grab her thighs and pull them apart, sheathing myself quickly. I rub the head of my cock over her wetness, gathering it on the tip.
Clara bites her lower lip as I guide myself inside her.
“I don’t think it’s going to fit.” Her forehead furrows and she throws her head back against the couch.
“As much as I want to bask in that compliment I promise you it’ll fit.” I lean over her, kissing her with long deep strokes, taunting her tongue to come out and play.
Clara kisses me back, her legs snake around my waist and I slip further inside her. My hands find her nipples and roll them around. She arches her back, pushing me in even more. I trace her collarbone with my tongue, biting the muscle of her shoulder. When Clara’s fingernails dig into my back I push all the way in and stop to make sure she’s ok.
“What are you stopping for?” Clara pushes her hips down.
“You feel so good. I’m just trying not to hurt you.”
“Ben, I want you to enjoy yourself. Take me as hard as you want.”
I search her eyes, making sure she’s telling me the truth. She smiles, and I move slowly inside her, trying my best not to lose myself before I can fully enjoy her.
I kiss her hard, roaming my lips over hers. I push into her, and go deeper and deeper. Her tits bounce from the impact and my mouth waters at the sight. Her pus
sy’s so tight I’m about to lose myself like a teenager.
Clara moans and I lean in licking, sucking, and biting the exposed skin of her neck. “Don’t stop.” Her plea is breathless and needy.
She’s close and so am I. I put my hand in between us and find her clit, rubbing it gently at first and harder as her body comes apart around me. Our eyes lock as her walls clench around me, holding onto my cock, pulling it even deeper inside of her. When her orgasm lets go I pull out and Clara pulls off the condom and grabs my dick, pumping it until I empty myself all over her stomach.
Her limbs are liquid against the couch and pride washes over me knowing I did that. After we clean up, I take her back into her bedroom.
“Never been in here.” I smile, glancing around at her simple and neat room. She’s got a few throw pillows on her bed, and I knock them onto the floor.
Clara laughs, staring down at my growing erection.
“Already?”
I grin and toss her onto the bed, jumping on top of her when she hits the mattress.
“Like I said, we’re just getting started.”
Chapter 17
Clara
You know what’s better than having sex with Ben? Nothing. Seriously, nothing. We’ve been sneaking in as much time as we can get together in the past two weeks, and honestly I’m finding myself falling for this man more and more.
He’s so good in the bedroom department.
And he’s funny.
And he treats me like I’m the most important thing in the world.
It’s new for him, I know, but I don’t want this feeling to end.
“Do you want pizza or Chinese?” Ben asks, leaning against the kitchen counter with his phone in his hand.
We should be starving. But, for some reason I want him even more right now. He’s all sexy here, standing in my kitchen with his jeans hung low over his hips. No shirt. His abs on full display. I want to lick them.
Again.
“I’m not hungry,” I tell him.
His hands grab my hips and he picks me up, putting me on the counter. “I don’t believe you.” He kisses my neck and my head falls back to give him more access.