Second Blood: A Reverse Harem Tale (Lovin' the Coven Book 2)

by Jacquelyn Faye

  Jimmy touched my leg. "Nervous?"

  "Yes."

  "Good. It will make it better."

  "It will make what better? What am I going to do? Flash him again?"

  "You'll see."

  I made sure my legs were closed tightly. Maria came to get Chief's drink order. I was kind of shocked when he ordered wine instead of his normal beer.

  She wrote it down and walked over to us. "Ready to order?"

  "Sure thing," Jimmy replied, picking up his menu. "I'll do the spaghetti, garden sauce, and let's do the meatballs."

  "Soup or salad?"

  "Soup. Italian wedding."

  "And for you?"

  "Chicken picatta, salad."

  She nodded and picked up the menus.

  Jimmy leaned over and nibbled my ear. I almost screamed, and not in a good way. I was on edge and he knew it.

  Chuckling, he kissed it gently. "Calamari."

  "You want squid?"

  "No. There is no chance in hell I would ever eat it, so there is zero chance you will hear me say that word again tonight."

  "Okay."

  "That word is for you."

  "I hate that shit, too. It's like chewing a fishy tire."

  "Good. Then you won't accidentally say it."

  "Oh. It's my safe word, huh?"

  He nodded. "You say it and the game stops."

  My heart fluttered a little. Things were about to get dangerous enough I might need a safe word. It fluttered more because he wanted me to feel safe, even as I was walking the sword's edge. I gave him a wicked smile and nodded.

  I rubbed my face against his shoulder before reaching over and taking a sip of wine. Jimmy reached down and began rubbing my leg again. I leaned back a little and enjoyed the feeling.

  "So how much did it cost you to have Maria seat Chief in the best seat in the house?"

  "Told her I'd double her tip."

  "You called ahead?"

  "Yep."

  Suspicion clouded my brain. "You do this often?"

  "Not in a very long time and those did not go well."

  "Hard to find someone as pervy as you, huh?"

  "Took me thirty-five years…"

  That earned him an, "Awww." Then I realized he had just called me a pervert. A sense of indignancy started to settle in my chest but evaporated quickly.

  I guess I can live with that.

  I gasped as his hand slid up under my dress, he almost made it to the homeland when he pulled his hand out of my lap, taking a sip of beer. His movement had left my dress up around my waist. If my thighs hadn't been together, Chief could have seen everything. He must have gotten a good enough view to tell I wasn't wearing panties. He nearly spilled his wine.

  I reached down to pull it back down when Jimmy grabbed my hand, entwining his fingers in mine. "Did I mention how beautiful you look in that dress?"

  He didn't want me covering up.

  Fine.

  "Yes, but feel free to tell me again."

  "You look amazing. When I saw you standing in front of the mirror, saw the silk clinging to your every curve, showing every detail of that glorious body underneath it…I almost took you right there. I almost couldn't contain myself. We'll have to try that. The dresser looks like it would be exactly the right height."

  "Yeah, but my legs would be in the way."

  "Not if they were over my shoulders…"

  I gasped, the image alone sending gooseflesh down my arms.

  "See. Just as pervy as me."

  "Wanting to get fucked on a dresser hardly qualifies."

  "Fine. We'll see just how much of a perv you are by the end of dinner."

  I used Maria dropping off our soup and salad as an excuse to flip down my dress. I didn't mind showing off for Chief. Doing it for a fifty-something Italian waitress just didn't do it for me.

  Jimmy spooned some of the soup in his mouth. "Wow. This is amazing, want to try?"

  "No, thank you."

  I took a bite of the salad and made mmm noises. The dressing was really good. "Okay. I'm impressed. I could come here and drink the creamy dressing and be happy."

  Jimmy spit the spoonful of soup he'd just put in his mouth.

  "Oops." I hadn't thought about what I was saying.

  It took all of thirty-seconds for the game to begin again. As soon as Maria left Chief's table with his order, Jimmy's hand neglected his spoon and found my leg again. I thought he was going to sit there idly and play, but he grabbed his spoon in his left hand and resumed eating. I stared at him in shock and then for a different reason when his finger slipped between my thighs. He began lightly running it through my tuft of red hair.

  I focused on my salad and getting the pieces to my mouth without hitting myself with the fork. Then he parted my legs. Not just a little either, he pulled my left leg over to his, my right leg mimicking its angle on its own. Chief gave up pretending not to stare, his eyes focusing on my juncture with open want and need as Jimmy just kept sliding his hand up and down my thigh.

  I saw Maria bringing the chief his salad and closed my legs. As soon as she walked away, I opened them again on my own.

  "Good girl," Jimmy whispered in my ear.

  I continued to eat like that, glancing up occasionally to stare into Chief's eyes. When he saw me looking at him, he would look up at my eyes and back down, wetting his lips. I could almost feel his tongue on my flesh.

  Jimmy leaned in, his warm breath tickling my ear. "See how hot he's getting? That was my intention the other night. Look at his pant leg."

  I did. Sure enough, I could see him straining against the material, rigid and long.

  I'd been so focused on my hunger I almost didn't notice Maria walking our way with two plates of food. I barely got my legs together when she got close enough to see. She may have blinked once or twice but gave no other indication she had seen anything.

  "Spaghet for the gentleman, and the picatta for the lady. Can I get you some more wine or beer?"

  I shook my head. My drink, forgotten, was still over half-full.

  "I'm good, too. Thanks, Maria."

  She smiled and walked away. I opened the theater for Chief once again, lifting the red curtain a little higher as well. Grabbing my knife and fork, I cut a small piece of chicken off and popped it in my mouth. The lemon caper sauce was perfect. I'd never had it before, but would certainly come back again for it.

  Jimmy twirled his spaghetti with his left hand, and put the ball in his mouth, returning his hand to my lap. I expected him to tone it down while we ate. He didn't. He slid his hand down over me, letting three fingers caress me. One down the middle and two on either side of my lips. He pressed them together as he began to move his hand around. My wetness had made me incredibly slippery and he was using it to his advantage.

  My hand shook as I tried to feed myself. I looked up at Chief pitifully, the sensations in my pussy drowning out everything around me. He'd given up just watching and was lightly rubbing the length of himself through his pants.

  "He's rubbing his cock for you," Jimmy murmured, his voice hot and sultry. "He can't help it. You've turned him on that much."

  I turned my gaze to Jimmy with assuredly glassy eyes. I could barely see.

  "No, Dot. Don't look at me. This is our date, but this show is for him. Watch him. Show him how much pleasure you're in."

  I did, but not before my lips met his in a sloppy kiss.

  Then I did look at Chief as my breath came in ragged gasps. I almost cried out when his middle finger slipped inside. I managed to stop myself, but not before a series of low pitched uh sounds filtered through.

  Jimmy slowed his pace, lightly running his fingers through my wetness. I could barely breathe. "You should eat. Your food is going to get cold."

  I shook my head, trying to ignore the sensuous feelings from his grazing fingertips. I cut off a piece of parmesan crusted zucchini and brought it to my lips. As soon as it was in my mouth, his finger rubbed my clit. My jaw clenched, crun
ching the mouthful of food. And so, it continued until most of my dinner was finished. Then I noticed Chief's food in front of him and him chewing. Maria had brought it and I hadn't even noticed.

  The thought flushed my face with heat. I wanted to bury my face in my hands as it caused me to get even wetter.

  "Yes, she saw you."

  "I can't believe I didn't even see her."

  "Want to know what she did?"

  "No. Please don't tell me."

  "She smiled."

  "She did?"

  "Yes."

  At least I didn't have to worry about her calling the police. Especially since he was in the booth next to us watching the show.

  I'd finished my dinner. Maria was walking toward us and this time I did close my legs and look everywhere but her direction. She put another glass of wine down in front of me and a plate of strawberries. Jimmy had obviously been up to no good again.

  She walked away without a word. "What are the strawberries for, Jimmy?"

  "Dessert."

  I had a bad feeling, but I spread my legs again, anyway. That wasn't good enough for Old Jimbo, though. He reached under my leg and lifted it up over his as he scooted a bit closer to me. Chief had an unobstructed view of everything.

  "Maria won't be back until I signal her for the check. This is dessert and alone time. Just the two of you."

  I reached over and grabbed my half-glass of wine and chugged it in one gulp. The second followed the first right after.

  Jimmy grabbed a strawberry off the plate. I expected him to feed it to me, but I should have known better than that. Instead, he teased me with it, letting it slide across my lips. The moment I tried to take a bite, he pulled it back out of reach.

  He let it glide gently over my chin and rested it against my bottom lip. "Bite."

  Half expecting him to pull it away, I did, gasping at the sweetness of the flesh. He fed me with one hand and reached down with the other, rough fingers gliding gently across me. Dessert became a sweet, sensual game until there was only one strawberry left.

  "Jimmy," I made his name a plea.

  He grabbed the strawberry and slid it under the table. It slid over me, went inside me, and gently swirled before being plucked and set on the now empty plate in front of me.

  "I bet Chief would love a taste. Go give it to him."

  I didn't know if I could stand, let alone walk, but I tried. I gripped the table with one hand and the plate in the other, almost falling across the empty aisle to his table. "Dessert," I managed to say simply before going back to my seat.

  I sat back down, and my face fell into my hands. I was crazy with lust, want, and need.

  "Lay back against me."

  I turned and did just that, resting my head on his shoulder and watching Chief eat his dessert and rub himself some more. He had to be close to coming. I could see it on his face.

  "Put one leg up on the booth and the other on the floor, please."

  I did just that, hoping he had an ounce of pity in his heart for what I was going through. I didn't care how exposed I was or who could walk by. I wanted my happy ending.

  Chief stopped chewing when Jimmy reached down and pulled my dress up to my belly button before sliding his hand down over my mound and parting my flesh with his fingers. He rubbed me, hooking his middle finger and letting it plunge into me as he caressed all of me.

  I didn't last long, and Jimmy knew my state well enough to cover my mouth with his hand as he brought me to oblivion. It began as a low panting and then a moan before becoming a wordless scream muffled by his palm as my reality shattered.

  He rubbed my clit through the orgasm as I whimpered into his hand as my hips bucked and thrashed. I panted myself back to reality, tapping his hand to let him know I was okay.

  Chief got up from the table, calmly walked past us to the bathroom.

  "Go."

  I sat up and blinked giving him a questioning glare.

  "Don't make him do it himself. I want you to swallow every drop, too."

  I nodded and gave him a little smile.

  I headed, for the first time in my life, into the men's room. He was there waiting for me, ass against the sink and cock out. I walked, how I was walking I have no idea, over to him, hiking the front of my dress up. I grabbed him and rubbed the tip over me, hearing his jagged breaths as pleasure flowed through me in waves. It was only a few seconds before his eyes pleaded with me. I dropped to the ground in front of him, taking him into my mouth as he exploded. I swallowed and swallowed and then swallowed more, not minding the taste in the least. Almost wanting it.

  When he was finished, I stood up, tucked him back into his pants, turned around, and walked back to my table without a word.

  CHAPTER 16

  I woke up the next morning, panting and reliving dinner in my dream.

  Reality had seen me go back to the table and sitting there demurely as he paid the bill and we walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. He even kissed me as we got into his truck. Another shock from the man that was Jimmy. He didn't even bat an eyelash. Then he took me home, practically carried me to my bed, and made slow sensuous love to me. It had been tender and almost as amazing as the restaurant. He tucked me in and kissed me goodnight, naked under the covers before heading home, complaining about a furniture delivery in the morning.

  The dream saw Chief following us home, a glowing invitation clutched firmly in his hand. The both of them had followed me inside and did things to me I never would have considered just a month ago and I loved every sweaty, salty moment of it. I almost ached as I sat up in bed, not alone.

  Even though the house was empty again, Josie and Candace were in their usual spots on either side of me. Candace smiling knowingly at me as she clung to my waist.

  "Have a good night?"

  "Maybe. Why?"

  "You smell different and you were moaning almost all night long."

  "Shhh. I don't wanna talk about it." I smiled and ran my fingers through her hair.

  She nodded and lay her head back down on her pillow.

  I slid out under the comforter at the end of the bed, leaving them were they were, Candace never ceasing to amaze me. I shook my head at her prone form and went into my bathroom to take a shower.

  I let the hot water wash away the night's festivities. It was going to be a long time before anything like that ever happened again. I hoped Jimmy enjoyed it. I hoped Chief enjoyed it. I was getting away from the different flavors and sticking to vanilla for a while. The embarrassment during the act was like a potent drug. The embarrassment after felt like withdrawals. Standing under the spray, I rubbed my face for a good five minutes before feeling well enough to face the coffee maker. The world was going to have to wait a bit longer.

  Unable to find my robe, I wrapped a towel around me and another around my hair in a twist before heading straight for coffee.

  "That's it. I'm buying a Keurig." I had never wanted to shatter something more in my life. Every time I made coffee, I got angrier. After coffee…Amazon. I could wait two days for the solution to my crisis. It's not like Cedar Falls had a Wally World.

  The soft knock on my door stopped my heart. I really didn't want to answer it. Not even a little bit. I thought I could ignore it until someone knocked again, a little louder.

  "Fuck."

  I padded barefoot to the door and peeked at who was on the other side. Of course, it was Chief. The man had no sense of decorum.

  Doesn't he know there is a minimum three-day waiting period between awkward sexual displays and personal interaction?

  "Yes?" I called through the door.

  "Dot?"

  "Yeah."

  "Um…can I come in?"

  "Do you have to?"

  "Do you not want me to?"

  I sighed. "Fine."

  I unlocked the door and walked back to the coffee maker. Standing there in silence, mesmerized by the slow drip, I watched him come around the other side and stand behind the counter.

>   "Are you okay?"

  "I don't know yet. I'll let you know in a day or two when I can think straight."

  He wisely chose not to chuckle, laugh, or smirk. I knew because I was watching closely for any signs. He set his phone and other things down on the counter and walked around it, wrapping me in his arms.

  He also chose wisely by not telling me it would be okay or any other platitudes. He just held me and rocked me while we both watched the coffee maker.

  "Are you embarrassed, sad, angry, or regretful."

  "Can I be all four?"

  "No. You shouldn't be any of them."

  "Chief, last night…"

  "Was a lot of fun. You were having the time of your life or you would have stomped off. Right?"

  "Huh?"

  "If Jimmy had asked you to do one single thing you didn't want to do, it wouldn't have happened, right?"

  "Right?"

  "So why are you feeling bad about it now. It was just us. Maybe a little of the waitress, but Jimmy has known her since he was a little kid. She's not going to say anything to anyone. It's not like we did it in the diner. So, let it go. I know I had fun."

  I pulled back a little. "Did you?"

  "Couldn't you tell?"

  "You didn't think it was awkward?"

  "Fuck no. I almost wanted to sit on the other side of you and play, too."

  "Maybe next time," I joked and pulled away, dumping a cup of coffee in my mug. I set the pot down for Chief and went and sat on the couch, sipping slowly.

  "Maybe," he called out as he was filling a mug.

  He came and sat down across from me. "I figured you'd be doing this. Even Jimmy did. He texted me from his furniture delivery to go check on you when I was halfway here."

  "He did?"

  "Yes."

  "You both care for me a lot, don't you?"

  "More than you can imagine. I'd place a bet on it."

  "You'd have to be able to prove it, and I don't see that happening anytime soon."

  "Hundred bucks says I can."

  Intrigued, I nodded, figuring easy money. It's not like I couldn't afford the loss and even if he could prove it, I still won. I doubted it, but I could use it right now.