by Eileen Green
Tinker looked down at the two people he loved. Yes, he had to admit to himself, he was in love with Jackson, and of course, he had been in love with Abigail for three years.
After a while, both began to stir. Jackson gave a kiss to each one of Abigail’s thighs before he pulled himself up on his knees. Half-moon marks marred his shoulders where Abigail must have held on too tightly as Jackson drove her up the climactic mountain, and then spiraled out of control. There was always something to be said about being marked while making love.
Abigail raised her head from where it was lying on the back of the couch. She looked at both men, a secret smile on her lips.
“What’s that smile for, baby girl?” Jackson asked as looked up at her.
It took her a few moments before she responded, but there was a pink hue to her cheeks. “That was wonderful. Thank you.”
“There’s no need to thank us for anything. We’re only too happy to make you happy,” Jackson said as he rose to his feet.
He reached out his hands which she placed hers in, and he helped her to her feet. Tinker was able to move finally and moved to stand also. As he went to reach for his pants, Jackson beat him to it and handed the item over.
As Tinker dressed, Jackson picked up a couple of the washcloths and set them on the ottoman. He had Abigail sit while he grabbed a container of cleaning wipes from behind the couch.
While Jackson wiped the couch down, Tinker stood behind Abigail and placed his hands on her shoulders. He wanted to be close to her as much as possible after what she had experienced. It had been an eventful evening, one filled with a lot of emotions, and she needed love to help her through them.
Once Jackson was finished, he tossed the used cleaning wipes in the small trash can behind the couch along with the tattered remains of Abigail’s panties. When she stood, Tinker grabbed the washcloths she was sitting on and held on to them.
Jackson had his hand on the curtain but looked at Abigail and Tinker. “Do you want to watch more scenes, or go up to my apartment?” he asked.
Tinker and Abigail shared a look before turning their attention back on Jackson. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to go up to your apartment. I’m kinda tired,” Abigail answered, her voice sounding tired.
“No problem,” Jackson responded as he reached out to take one of her hands.
Tinker took her other hand, and once Jackson pulled the curtain back to let people know the area was available, the three of them strolled through the club. They made their good-byes along the way, Emma and Abigail hugging each other before they made it to the elevator.
In the days, and evenings they had spent together, the threesome would spend their time at Abigail’s as a central location. On the days she worked, which had been twice so far, Jackson would arrive at Tinker’s apartment with dinner after Tinker got home from work. So far, Tinker and Abigail hadn’t been to Jackson’s place yet.
The trip up the elevator was spent in silence as it climbed the three stories to the two private apartments. When the doors slid open, they stepped out into a large foyer.
Black and tan carpet covered the floor. Two doors stood facing each other on either side of the elevator. A round oak table sat in the middle of the space, a vase of roses sat in the center of it. There was a small stack of papers on the table, and as they approached it, Tinker saw a sticky note on them that had Jackson written on it. Jackson took the papers and moved over to the door on the left.
With the elevator appearing to be the only way to the floor, and Jackson having to use a special key for it, the man just opened the door and stepped inside. They didn’t need to lock their doors apparently.
“Welcome to my humble home,” Jackson said as he swept his arm aside for Tinker and Abigail to enter.
The light had been left on in what was the living room. As they walked in, the back of a large brown leather couch faced them. The piece of furniture itself faced the parallel wall that had a large flat-screen TV mounted on it. A wooden coffee table sat before the couch, and a matching end table sat to one side of it. A picture of a man and woman sat on the end table along with a lamp, and that was what the living room consisted of.
Now Tinker understood why the man liked to come over to his or Abigail’s place.
The same carpet from the foyer carried into this room and, from what Tinker could see, the hallway that most likely led to the bedroom.
To their left was the kitchen. It was good-sized, big enough for a couple of people to cook in, but not overly large. An island sat in the middle of the tiled floor with seating on the side facing them. A few dishes sat on the island, evident that someone lived there.
It hurt Tinker to think that this was where Jackson lived. Except for the one picture next to the couch, there were no personal items lying around.
“Go ahead and have a seat,” offered Jackson. “I’m going to change, because I made a mess in my pants and need to get out of them. I’ll leave out a pair of sweats for you to change into, Tinker, since your clothes are down in the locker room, and for you, baby girl, I believe one of my T-shirts will do until we get your clothes also.”
Abigail moved around and sat on the couch. Tinker followed her. She hadn’t said a word since they left the seating area.
“Are you all right, Abi?” Tinker asked as he interlaced his fingers with hers.
“Tonight was a bit overwhelming. I was surprised at what I saw, even though I shouldn’t have been.”
“This life can be daunting to newcomers sometimes.” Tinker shifted slightly so that he was looking at Abigail, but still held her hand. “I remember my first visit to a club. I was in total shock. My boyfriend at the time had told me that we were going to a club, and I was expecting a club with loud music and dancing and drinking. The guy hadn’t even told me that he was into BDSM. I was shoved into the lifestyle, but I embraced it, knowing it was something my psyche needed. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to boring straight relationships.”
“Well, I want to thank you both for standing by me during this time. If either one of you had left my side while in the club, I probably would have run.”
“I’m glad you didn’t, Abigail,” Jackson said from behind Tinker. He was holding a T-shirt which he handed to her. “I’m happy that you stayed and talked about how you felt. You remembered to communicate with us, and that’s what is most important. Now, why don’t you go change out of that teddy, and we’ll relax and watch TV.”
Abigail rose and disappeared down the hall. Tinker looked up at Jackson. “I thought she was going to call it all off,” Tinker said quietly.
Jackson nodded in agreement. “This lifestyle is a part of who I am, but if she wanted me to, I’d give it up for her. It’d be hard, but I’d do it.”
Tinker knew how he felt. He would do the same thing for Abigail. He would give up everything to be with her.
Chapter Six
“It took you long enough to find the fucker! I want him kneeling before me within the week, so he can pay for what he did! I want to watch him die!” he ordered his henchman over the phone before he disconnected the call.
Ricardo Garza wanted revenge for the death of his brother. That fucking Navy Seal had shot Julian when they invaded his compound to rescue those Americanos he had taken from the resort in Puerto Vallarta. The women were to be used as sex slaves, and the men, well, they would be held to get the women to do what he wanted them to do.
The Seals had arrived in the middle of the night, climbing over the eight-foot-high stone wall that stood between his estate and the Pacific Ocean. They had infiltrated the compound, bypassing the guards, or taking them out as they made their way to where the captives were being held.
Once they reached the building, one of the guards sounded the alarm. The Seals were still able to get the hostages and lead them to the boat dock where they were certain to meet up with more of their team. They were pinned down at the rendezvous point until their transportation arrived.
The firefi
ght lasted about ten minutes, the Seals giving as good as they got. As the boat arrived, five members of the Seal team moved down the dock and got the captives situated. One of the team was pinned down behind a pallet loaded with heroin packaged to be sent to the US. He had one of the hostages with him, and he kept shooting at the guards that were hellbent on not letting him aboard the boat, Julian being one of them.
The seal got off a shot that struck Julian in the chest, a direct hit to the heart. One of the guards was able to get behind the Seal and shot the former captive, more to get the Seal’s attention than to kill a hostage. When the Americano turned around, the guard got off a shot before he was killed. The Americano was rescued, but the captive had died before help could arrive.
Ricardo had instructed his people to find the Seal, and it had been three long years. But now, they had found him in Denver. Ricardo had arrived in Denver a few hours ago expecting to have his revenge, but his men had let him down. They hadn’t captured the Seal yet.
It was going to be soon. Very soon.
* * * *
Sunlight filled the room, waking one of the occupants of the room. Looking around, Abigail realized there weren’t any windows in the sparsely furnished living room as she moved her gaze around. When she looked up, she found the light was shining through a large skylight in the ceiling. Why hadn’t she noticed it last night?
Once she had changed into the T-shirt, which was more like a nightshirt for it fell to midthigh, she went back out to the living room. There, she found Jackson setting a tray of drinks on the coffee table along with some crackers and cheese.
Tinker had changed into the pair of sweatpants Jackson had provided and was sitting on the couch. He motioned for her to sit next to him, and after she did, Jackson sat on her other side.
Talk was small as they munched on the fare Jackson had set out. Fatigue was wearing on Abigail as time moved on. Soon, Jackson shifted until he was half lying on the couch, his head and torso propped up by the arm of the piece of furniture.
He gathered her in his arms until she was lying on him. Her legs and feet were being supported on Tinker’s lap. She felt what he was sporting within his borrowed pants, but she ignored it as she drifted off to sleep.
Now, she shifted to get up, but two strong arms tightened around her. The need to use the restroom was strong, so she tried to push herself off the hard chest she was lying on.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she whispered, not sure if Tinker was awake yet. He wasn’t holding on to her feet as when she fell asleep, however, her feet were still in his lap.
Jackson released her and helped her to her feet. As she headed for the bathroom, Jackson called out, “There are towels in there for you if you want to take a shower. Also, I left new toothbrushes in there for you guys.”
A hot shower sounded wonderful, she thought as she made her way to the bathroom. Last night, she had changed in Jackson’s bedroom which was homier than the living room. Stepping into the bathroom, she found someone had gone to a lot of work to make the room a masterpiece.
Black marble had been the choice for the countertop. Two glass bowls made up the sinks with black fixtures. White cabinets had been chosen for the vanity and the tall cabinet in the corner, which she assumed held towels and personal items. Contrasting white marble blanketed the floor, and if she wasn’t mistaken, it was heated from below.
A jacuzzi tub took up one corner of the room, which she would love to relax in, while a deep and wide shower sat in another corner. Glass doors exposed the black marble walls and multiple shower heads. A digital device was mounted on the wall next to the door which she would leave alone. She wasn’t going to break something in this lovely room.
After relieving herself, she utilized the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her body from what looked like a tray coming out of the wall. Other showerheads hit her body in various places as she soaped up and then rinsed off. Abigail could have stayed in that shower for hours, but she did have two men waiting for her in the other room.
She grabbed a fluffy towel off the towel warmer that stood against the wall next to the door. The decadence of the room was something she could get used to. Not wanting to wear the same shirt she had slept in, she wrapped another luxurious towel around her body, tucking the end in over her breast.
Brushing her teeth, she used a brush she found in a drawer and began to run it through her wet hair. If she didn’t do it now, her hair was going to be a pile of curls.
A knock at the door sounded. She was surprised the person didn’t just come in. They had spent enough time together, and after what they had experienced together the night before, there wasn’t anything to hide.
“Yes?” she called out.
The door opened slightly, and Jackson’s head became visible. “Everything all right?”
Abigail sighed as stopped moving the brush. “Yes. Did I take too long?”
“No. Not at all. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He came in and moved to stand behind her. Taking the brush from her, he began to brush her hair. “I can’t wait to have you try the tub. Perhaps later we can all use it.”
Not sure where her bravery came from, she sassed, “What are we going to be doing to get us dirty again?”
Jackson chuckled. She was finding that even though he was all man, he had a mischievous side to him. He liked comedies when it came to movies, his favorites being the older ones, such as The Three Stooges and Abbot and Costello.
“I’m sure we can find something to do.” He leaned in as he raised the curtain of wet hair from her neck and kissed her behind her ear with one hand. With the other, he set the brush back on the counter.
Chills ran down through her as his lips continued to caress her skin. She watched in the mirror as Jackson’s hands slid around her, his fingers hooking in the top of the towel. The end of the towel separated before it fluttered to the floor.
Her naked body looked washed out under the bar of lights above the mirror. She really should visit a tan salon.
Full breasts that still had a bit of perkiness were covered by Jackson’s large hands that were slightly tanned. The contrast between skin tones kept her gaze on her breasts, but she watched as he kneaded at the pale globes.
He was pressed against her backside, and she could feel the heat from his wide muscular chest at her shoulders. Lower, she felt a hard pole at the top of her butt and her lower back. She smiled.
“I love to see you smile, baby girl,” Jackson murmured against her neck.
Their eyes met in the mirror, his intense ones darker than normal. He had beautiful eyes, ones that seemed to be able to see into her soul. And, when she was doing something, and he was near, she often found her watching him. Now, even though he was loving on her neck, he was watching her.
“And, I love seeing this fantastic body you have. Your breasts fill my hands, and then some.” Jackson moved his hands until his palms were over her nipples, the abrasiveness of his calluses sparking them to life. “These are so responsive.”
“They love your touch.” Her head fell back against his shoulder yet she kept her eyes open, so she could watch him work her body.
Jackson continued rubbing for a few minutes longer, causing small zings of delight to shoot down an invisible thread straight to her pussy. Sparks were beginning in her core with each pass, and her hips were beginning to move. She felt his cock move back and forth on her backside, and knowing that she was the reason he was hard as steel, Abigail felt empowered and sexy.
When he moved his hands a bit, he grazed his fingernails across her nipples before taking them between his fingers and thumbs. Lightly, he pinched them, drawing a moan from her.
After drawing a couple more moans from her, Jackson pinched harder, alternating with tugs on them. The pain he elicited hurt a lot, but then morphed into a pleasurable pain, her body wanting more.
“You like that, don’t you?” he inquired as he moved his mouth down to her shoulder.
Little nips wer
e drawing pain to her shoulder also. She had to wonder if he was trying to find out how much pain she could take.
Still manipulating her nipples, Jackson was breathing heavier as was Abigail. Her hips were gyrating as he played with her nipples aggressively. She was enjoying what he was doing to her, and she hoped he could tell by the sounds she made and the way her body was moving. He really knew how to play her body.
Abigail watched Jackson’s right hand move downward, drawing imaginary swirls on her skin. He slowly skimmed his fingers over the small swell of her stomach to her belly button where he made small circles in the indentation.
The sensation was something new. None of her previous boyfriends never played with her in that area. In fact, foreplay wasn’t something she was used to. A few kisses, some groping, and the guy was ready to stick it in her. Or, there were the times the only thing they were interested in was having her give them a blow job.
Now, there was a man who appreciated her body, and he was showing her. All that was missing was Tinker.
His hand went lower, drawing Abigail’s eyes down to her pussy. The feel of her naked cunt after having it waxed was so strange, but it felt so sexy. Now seeing it bare of her dark blonde curls was foreign. However, she liked it. Leaving it bare gave her men easy access to her pussy, both visually and physically.
From where she was, she could see moisture glistening on her folds. Jackson was able to get her juices flowing just from being near him.
Fingers delved into her slit, sliding easily down. They circled her opening before moving back up to her clit. A finger circled the hidden treasure as she tried to follow it with her hips, so he would press on the pearl. He had her so worked up already, she felt she might go off as soon as he did.
Jackson was still torturing her nipple with his other hand while playing with her pussy. He kissed his way back up her neck to her ear. “You look so fucking hot, Abigail. I want you so much. Do you want to come?”